The man Josh was hauling out of the casino door was at least twice his size in weight, and a good eight inches taller, but the black-haired man tossed him twelve feet without breaking a sweat. He took several steps towards the football player-sized man, his hands loose at his sides, muscles moving under tattooed skin with the sort of primal grace that only apex predators had.
"If I see you anywhere near one a' my wolves again," he growled, and it was a true growl, an animal growl barely shaped into coherent words, but clearly enunciated. "I won't even bother runnin' you down. I'll hand Iuda a bullet an' he'll do it in front of your nephews. Do you fuckin' understand me?"
"Y-y-yes," the man stammered.
"I asked if you fuckin' understood me."
"I understand, I understand, Mr. Kaine, I understand."
"Get the fuck out of here. I'm takin' your car as payment. You smell like piss."
The man scrambled to his feet, and took off running towards the Strip.
Josh's newly acquired casino was off-strip, but he didn't care. It was just another source of income, and somewhere to keep his wolves busy. They needed day jobs, places he ran so that they wouldn't get fired for showing up covered in claw marks, or didn't show up because they were still pinning down not shifting during sex, and they were still stuck as wolves, hiding in their apartments. Being a wolf made life hard in a world not made for wolves. Josh made it as easy as he could for his pack.
And that meant keeping the vermin out. Vermin like that guy, who sauntered into casinos and offered fun in pill form that was strong enough to keep one of his wolves rolling-- or seizing-- for days.
He turned, moving his eyes over the restored old Mustang the guy had driven here, and was trying to decide who he'd give it to.
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Date: 2013-11-22 04:27 am (UTC)"If I see you anywhere near one a' my wolves again," he growled, and it was a true growl, an animal growl barely shaped into coherent words, but clearly enunciated. "I won't even bother runnin' you down. I'll hand Iuda a bullet an' he'll do it in front of your nephews. Do you fuckin' understand me?"
"Y-y-yes," the man stammered.
"I asked if you fuckin' understood me."
"I understand, I understand, Mr. Kaine, I understand."
"Get the fuck out of here. I'm takin' your car as payment. You smell like piss."
The man scrambled to his feet, and took off running towards the Strip.
Josh's newly acquired casino was off-strip, but he didn't care. It was just another source of income, and somewhere to keep his wolves busy. They needed day jobs, places he ran so that they wouldn't get fired for showing up covered in claw marks, or didn't show up because they were still pinning down not shifting during sex, and they were still stuck as wolves, hiding in their apartments. Being a wolf made life hard in a world not made for wolves. Josh made it as easy as he could for his pack.
And that meant keeping the vermin out. Vermin like that guy, who sauntered into casinos and offered fun in pill form that was strong enough to keep one of his wolves rolling-- or seizing-- for days.
He turned, moving his eyes over the restored old Mustang the guy had driven here, and was trying to decide who he'd give it to.