Hello everyone. I tried to use a little Cajun in this chapter (a very little) LOL. But here is a translation as such:
Coo-yon=foolish, stupid
Mamere= Grandmother
Gree Gree= a curse put on someone
Ga Lee= an expression of astonishment
This is the longest chapter I have written so far. It seemed to write itself and I am excited to start the next one, there will be so many ways to go. I just hope you enjoy this one.
Sultry
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Remy was full of rage. The apartment were Joe was supposed to be with Mama Louisa was empty! He had reached out to Joe with his bond but received no answer. It was almost as if their connection had been severed. That Voodoo woman must have weaved a spell on his man. He had warned him not to touch her. How had she gotten to him? Joe was loyal; he would withhold his judgment until he found him.
Remy left the building and concentrated harder on Joe's mind. Pushing harder he was finally sensing him.
"Where are you Joe?"
He called silently.
"I am on Canal Street, at Megan's apartment."
"Is the woman there as well?"
"No Boss. She left a while ago."
"What happened Joe; why did you leave?"
"It was her voice Boss. I couldn't help it I had to do what she told me."
"I am almost there. We will get to the bottom of this then."
Remy parked his car by the curb outside the building. He ran up the stairs and into the apartment.
"Tell me everything that happened while you were alone with the woman Joe, and don't leave anything out." Remy stood above the man and crossed his arms over his broad chest.
Joe gulped and began to tell Remy everything. "When she woke up I went into the room and gave her the knock out drug."
"Did you touch her with your hands, or did she touch you?"
Joe groaned and looked down at the floor. "Tell me what happened Joe!" Remy growled.
"When I gave her the shot she started bleeding. I couldn't help myself; I liked it off her arm. It was so sweet like brown cane sugar. She must have put the gree, gree on me!"
Remy grabbed Joe by his neck and lifted him out of the chair. "You fool; didn't I tell you not to touch her?"
He threw Joe across the room and jumped on him punching him in the face breaking his nose. Joe stumbled, blinded by the blood and pain. He backed away from Remy and fell over the coffee table, landing on the floor.
Remy straddled Joe's body and began beating him around his rib cage. He wanted this man to remember his stupidity with the pain. As Remy began to grab Joe's neck, his phone rang. "Shit!" Remy grunted and threw the man's head to the floor.
"Yeah what's up Reggie?" Remy began to smile and stood up getting off of Joe. "She is with wolves? How many, just three? Figure out a way to stop them and take her by force. I will not accept failure."
Remy took a breath and listened to Reggie's question. "You don't have to kill them, unless they get in your way. Just bring her to the Warehouse when you get her."
Remy looked down at the wolf beneath him. "I won't kill you Joe. It is going to be worse than death to be without a pack, believe me I know. Don't contact your brothers, I won't let them leave alive." Remy kicked Joe in his ribs and laughed as he grimaced in pain.
"Finally I will get what I want for a change. Luna is not going to stop me now." Remy got in his red car and speed away, howling out loud at the moon.
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Jack Broussard couldn't believe his luck, the red Mercedes was parked right at the curb. The neighbors at the burning house had given them a description of the car that had left the scene, and the helicopter had spotted it here on Canal Street.
As detective Broussard parked his unmarked sedan; a rather large man ran out of the building and got into the car. He gave out a blood curdling howl and sped away.
"What are these damn wolves doing in the city?" He thought to himself. "This is the second one tonight."
Frowning he restarted his car and wondered,
"Did the other wolf have anything to do with this man?"
Jack Broussard followed the car ahead. He didn't call in its location because he knew the police couldn't handle this situation.
The only other ASI Guardian he knew in New Orleans was on special assignment, and could not to be contacted. He would have to observe and use his best judgment on handling the problem.
In all of his centuries on Earth, dealing with werewolves had been one of his best assignments. They were definitely more fun and less inhibited. He thoroughly enjoyed the free sexual natures of the werewolves and had taken advantage of his position quite a few times. But since the last Blood Moon he had been assigned to humans. How boring.
Drusilla Guyon had been brutalized sexually. Maybe Mr. Raphael Boulet would like to know where her attacker was. He had seemed to be very interested in the woman. Jack figured that he wouldn't really be interfering, just giving fate a little push.
The red car in front of him turned into the Warehouse District and parked in front of an abandoned apartment building. It was in the process of renovation, but still a very dangerous construction site. The wolf went into the building and disappeared. Jack took out his note book and looked up Raphael's phone number.
"Hello Mr. Boulet, This is Detective Broussard. I am going to text you something that might be of interest to you." He took a picture of Remy's car and sent the picture to Raphael along with the address.
The Detective drove away. He couldn't afford to be around if trouble broke out. The ASI would definitely be suspicious if he were.