collective
shudder at his words. They'd all had their share of dealing with
obsessive, stalking females who thought that landing a Jameson bear
was the ultimate prize. Cole had founded the business, but his
brother and cousins were co-owners of Nightfire Landscaping. Each of
them was successful, rich and powerful, holding leadership positions
in the Nightfire clan.
They all piled noisily into
his S-Class Mercedes-Benz, everyone talking at once as they shouted
out their preferences for dinner and drinks. Cole started the engine
and grinned.
They might disagree and
argue, even fight and brawl, but their bond was solid. They were
bound to one another by love and loyalty, pain and laughter. They
had shared so much, gone through so much together.
Without them, Cole knew that
he might not have survived all those dark, perilous nights. They had
stood by him, fought with him, kept him alive and sane.
“The votes are in! We
want seafood buffet and beer!”
“All right!”
“Hey, Alpha, I think
Bruno's grandmother can drive faster than you.”
“You are buying dinner
tonight, Cole. No amount of slow-driving will get you out of that!”
“You think this is
slow, eh?” With a smirk, Cole revved the engine and the big,
powerful car picked up speed with elegance and efficiency.
Brad turned on the radio and
loud, thumping music filled the car. His Mercedes was sturdy and
spacious, but the four of them seemed to take up every inch of the
roomy, cushy interior.
Tony and Dalton took turns
shouting out jokes, and Cole was reminded of how strong and resilient
his cousins were. Back when it had just been the four of them,
huddled against the elements and hiding from their enemies, Dalton
and Tony had whispered jokes to Brad and told him stories and amusing
fables to distract him from the horror of their situation. Tony was
just two years older than Brad, but he took it upon himself to look
out for his young cousin. Cole knew that beneath that quick-tempered
and loud-mouthed exterior beat the heart of a Jameson bear, strong,
solid and courageous.
The four of them were closer
than brothers.
They were clan, family and
blood.
And Cole was going to make
sure their bloodline survived.
Being Alpha meant he got the
job done, even if no one wanted to do the job.
CHAPTER
THREE
Cole killed the purring
engine of his midnight blue Mercedes-Benz and stepped out. He had
dropped his brother and cousins off after dinner. They lived on the
same street, but they each had their own place. Dalton had a corner
bungalow like him, while Tony and Brad preferred smaller terrace
houses that were easier to maintain and upkeep.
His sturdy pickup truck was
parked beside his Mercedes. He used the pickup for his landscaping
work, but for fun and pleasure, he preferred the comfort and luxury
of the Mercedes-Benz.
Stepping through the front
door of his sprawling bungalow, Cole headed straight for his study.
He always made it a point to check his emails and reply to his
customers' queries promptly and professionally. Nightfire
Landscaping had built up a solid reputation through word of mouth,
and Cole was grateful for the support and recommendation of his loyal
customers.
He switched on his laptop and
checked his work email first. There weren't any new emails in his
inbox. He had already replied to all his customers' queries via his
mobile phone.
After a moment's hesitation,
Cole logged into his personal email. The messages from that dating
site would be directed to his personal inbox, but he didn't think
there would be any response. Not so soon anyway.
“What—”
Cole blinked in shock at his overflowing inbox. What in the world...
Frowning, he clicked through
the list and scanned the messages. They were all from that dating
website. In less than twenty-four hours since his profile went live,
he had received more than a hundred messages.
Cole's frown deepened as he
read through the messages. The women's opening lines were