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BDSM club. Not an auspicious beginning.
    He turned his body slightly within Griff’s gentle embrace so he could look at the man beside him.  Even in sleep Griff was magnificent.  Big, strong and so handsome.  Diablo gently traced the panther Griff had tattooed on his chest and shook his head in wonder.  Without realizing it, Griff had marked himself as a cat’s mate, the fighting panther protecting his heart.  Shit Diablo was going to be in so much trouble when Griff realized what he had done.
    For one moment Diablo allowed himself to think about what it would be like to be with a man like Griff full time.  To have someone who loved him like the couple he had met earlier.  To just live an ordinary life without worrying about having to give head or be shot at every five minutes. He could set up his own security firm he thought idly. He had always planned to do that when he got out.  He and Griff could live together and be happy.  He knew that in his heart.
    And stuff it was there any reason that he couldn’t do it?  This case had gone on far too long; surely the bloody warrants would be in place by now.  He could just ring his handler in the morning and tell him that he wasn’t coming back and that he was resigning permanently. Diablo had gotten them all of the information they needed to convict his mark ten times over.  He knew that. It had taken two bloody years to do it. He had more than enough money saved.  It wasn’t as though he had a home of his own, or much in the way of personal possessions.  He could walk away, go off the grid completely and live with his mechanic wherever the man might live.  Can’t be too far from Claude’s, as Griff was obviously a regular here.
    Diablo thought back to the two dancers, Kane and Shawn.  They seemed like decent enough guys.  But what they had was so tangible, so real and so amazing how could anyone not want that sort of thing for themselves.  He knew that Griff was looking for his life partner.  Diablo chuckled to himself.  If the wolf hadn’t gotten so drunk he probably would have found himself bottoming a lot sooner than he would have liked.  He knew wolves were hellishly possessive and once they found their mate there was no stopping them in the whole claiming side of things.   He looked over again at the sleeping man, his mate.  If he led with that side of the conversation first, then maybe Griff wouldn’t be too pissed off with what he had done.  Could be a good tactic to deal with any potential anger Griff might feel about being claimed without so much as an ask.
    Smiling to himself, Diablo curled up against Griff’s chest and fell into one of the best sleeps he had ever had.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Fucking phone was Diablo’s first thought as he jerked awake.  He took a second to remind himself where he was, smiling fondly at the sleeping wolf beside him.  His cock twitched but the phone beeped again.  Cursing under his breath Diablo carefully slipped from Griff’s arms and off the bed, fumbling on the floor looking for his pants.  Finding his phone, he peered at the single text message he had received.
    Code Red
    Diablo stared at it in horror.  No bloody way.  His mark was supposed to be away for three days on business and Diablo’s handler knew that Diablo was slipping off the radar for some much needed down time.  Something must have gone wrong and Diablo had to get his ass back to work, like now. He stole another look at Griff who was still sleeping peacefully and all of a sudden Diablo had had enough.  He was sick of having to jump every time his bloody phone went and there was no way he wanted to leave Griff with an unexplained mating mark and an absent mate.
    Noticing a door on the side of the room, Diablo opened it quickly to find a large bathroom.  Carefully closing the door behind him he flicked on the light and went and sat on the edge of a really big tub.  He stared at the message again before hitting the options menu