Hiding His Wolf [Urban Affairs 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) Read Online Free

cynically as he weighed Levi’s words. “Well, get the hell out, but clock out first. I’m not paying you for one minute more than you deserve.”
    Shithead, I deserve three times what you pay me to work in this dive.
    But Levi held his tongue, nodded tightly and headed for the time clock in Kirby’s office. He moved as fast as he could without looking suspicious and breathed a sigh of relief as he finally walked out the backdoor that led to the parking lot.
    He didn’t see any sign of Black or Noah but he did pick up their scent at an empty parking spot.
    Fuck!
    It made his job that much harder, but not impossible. Hunching down on his heels, he sniffed and studied the tire tracks on the ground, gathering as much information from them as he could. Even with all windows rolled up in Black’s car, some scent would escape. The freshness of the trail and the calm weather conditions would help, too. He kept his eyes peeled to the gravel. The tracks told him that the car had turned left out of the lot, and that was where he headed.
    Levi soon lost the tire tracks among all the others in the street, but he detected a faint trace of the occupants, enough to convince him he was going the right way. Continuing down the center of this street would be a suicide march during the day, but at this time of night traffic was light.
    Still, it was slow going. Tracking in wolf form would be faster, but unleashing Rolf could get him killed. And being mistaken for a dog was no guarantee of safety. In this part of town, drivers deliberately ran down animals for sport, and bystanders would either look the other way or gather round and cheer.
    A horn blared behind him, and a souped-up Toyota missed him by a matter of inches. A young punk stuck his arm out the driver’s-side window and gave Levi a one-finger salute.
    His inner wolf took offense, and before Levi could stop himself, he started shouting curses at the driver. “Fuck you! Why don’t you watch where you’re going, asshole?” As soon as he opened his mouth he knew he’d made a mistake.
    A female voice screamed from inside the car, “Get him, baby. Run him down.”
    The fucking Corolla made a U-turn and picked up speed.
    Shit!
    Levi ran for his life. Hit and run was a game around here. Bored punks roamed the streets in packs, trying to impress their girlfriends. They didn’t need a motive to kill. It was just entertainment to them. They were more dangerous than any wolves Levi knew.
    He hopped a fence and took a shortcut through someone’s yard. As he sprinted through a flower bed, he heard a door open and dogs barking. Looking over his shoulder, he snarled at the two pit bulls behind him, but they kept coming. The dogs were fast motherfuckers, too. They kept up with him, no problem.
    Fuck. I can’t catch a break.
    Levi ran like the hounds of hell were after him. He managed to leap over the chain-link fence at the back of the house and just kept going. When his lungs were ready to burst, he stopped for a breath. Panting, he leaned over, hands on knees, and scanned the area. No dogs and no Toyota.
    Thank you, Jesus, but where the hell am I?
    The street sign was one of those gay-friendly ones, with the rainbow flag permanently affixed to the bottom, to designate the city’s Gayborhood.
    Fuck! Locust Street is a long way from Hot Rods.
    He could kiss Noah’s scent good-bye.
    Pissed off and frustrated, he had to concede that he’d lost the trail and might as well head home.
    At least he had a name—Simon Black—and he knew a hacker, a smart son of a bitch who claimed he could find out anything about anybody. The man was arrogant, but he’d proven himself once before, hacking into Kirby’s computer so Levi could see if his boss had any connection to the Were Resistance. He hadn’t, but maybe Kirby had an address for Black. It was as good a place to start as any.
    A metallic black Jaguar passed him, practically purring with power. Halfway down the block, it stopped and