19. Cognac
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We all knew that she wasn’t going to stay with us for a month willingly no matter what bet she made.
If we had any chance of making our plan work we needed to get her to feeling like she wasn’t a prisoner and get running away off the top of her list. Hearing her talk about how she viewed relationships was a slap in the face though.
Most of my life I’d viewed things the same way, but sitting here next to this tiny woman that was turning our world upside down made me think differently for the first time in years.
Dax was different than any woman we had ever spent time with.
She was smart, cunning, and lethal. The fact that she took on Void and only ended up with a bruised cheek was a miracle.
I knew he didn’t hold back because he didn’t understand the concept of not giving his all in a fight.
I could see the respect in his gaze when he looked at her now and that wasn’t something he ever gave out to women.
If anyone was more closed off than Dax to relationships, it was Void.
Picasso was still keeping his distance for the most part not completely convinced that this was the right choice but he wouldn’t deny his brother anything.
Eagle was over the moon about this girl, the likes I’d never seen.
At dinner last night he would have killed Void for leaving a mark on her if she didn’t tell him off.
Eagle was a scary bastard but she went toe to toe with him and it was a sight to see.
Our beautiful Loba was indeed a wolf in a woman’s body and I couldn’t wait until I got her to unleash that passion on me.
“So what exactly are we looking for as we ‘check’ the fence?” Dax asked using air quotes.
I turned down the music since it seems she was interested in talking. “We need to make sure there’s no damaged areas and that all the motion sensors are working. Rooster informed me that there was a sensor down so I figured checking out the rest made sense.”
“Ah so you have a security room then,” Dax tested, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.
“Crafty little minx. You’re going to need to try harder than that to get that kind of information out of me Loba,” I grinned.
Dax shifted in her seat to look at me easier. “What does that mean anyway?”
“Loba?” I asked knowing full well what she meant.
Rolling her eyes she huffed at me. “Yes Loba, you’ve been calling me that since I got here, figured I should know what it means.”
“What do you think it means?” I asked enjoyed pushing her buttons.
I could see her frowning at me out of the corner of my eye but I kept my eyes on the fence attempting to do the job we came out here for.
“If I find out that it means something nasty or rude towards women I will cut off your dick that you love so much,” Dax growled.
My lips twitched in a grin as I fought to keep my face blank.
“Hmm… low-bah,” Dax said, drawing the word out. “I’m gonna guess it’s some kind of endearment like babe or something as equally awful.”
“Nope.”
In a flash she reached over and grabbed my nipple giving it a good twist.
“Fuck,” I cried, jerking the wheel almost crashing us into a tree.
Thankfully we weren’t going that fast and I swerved out of the way in time then slammed on the breaks.
“What the hell was that?” I demeaned glaring down at her.
“If you weren’t being such an ass and just told me already we wouldn’t be in this situation,” Dax retorted with her arms crossed and a cocked brow.
“Mujer loca,” I muttered, rubbing my chest. “Loba means wolf and in this moment I wish I’d gone with something more vindictive.”
Dax flashed me a blinding smile and settled back into her seat. “Now was that so hard?”
I humphed and starting us rolling again but inside I couldn’t be more pleased with how tenacious she was. If there was ever a chance for a woman to handle all of us it would be this woman right here.
“I approve of your choice in nickname, I’m glad you didn’t pick anything cute and sappy,” Dax announced.
Laughing I shook my head. “Even if you didn’t like the name Loba, I wasn’t going to stop using it. You don’t get a choice in what I call you no matter how much you abuse me over it. I have a feeling that the others will feel the same about their chosen nicknames.”
“We’ll see about that, Picasso tried to call me sweetpea. There is no way in hell that I’m going to let that stand.”
“Picasso for all of his artistic talent does not have a way with words so I’m not surprised,” I said absently as I spotted an anomaly in the fence up a head.
Gunning the ATV I pulled us up to the spot and got out seeing the chain link gaping open having been cut.
I looked up and noticed the motion sensor to the left and right were still active and there was no sign that they had been tampered with.
Going back to the ATV I pulled out the remote laptop that paired with the system and got diagnostics of the past twenty four hours.
I glanced up seeing Dax looking at the fence and surrounding area outside looking at something on the ground.
“Did you find something?” I questioned as the computer booted up.
She squatted down and as if to get a closer look so I gave up waiting for her to tell me and walked over to check it out myself.
Peering over her shoulder I saw footprints in the dirt but it looked like it was only one person.
Spinning around I looked on the inside of the fence and saw the tracks heading back towards the compound.
Cursing I ran over to the ATV and grabbed the radio to alert the others that someone had broken in but I never got the chance as I was struck from behind.
God damn it! I shouldn’t have turned my back on a Loba waiting for the perfect time to strike.