Page 14 of Stolen Choices
The tiger shifter appeared to be in his late forties and clearly hadn’t had a good life. Jackson wondered what his addiction was that had led to the debt he owed Weston. And where was his wife? According to the information that had led Jackson to the cabin, it was only Vihaan living there.
Shifting into his human form, Jackson emerged from the forest and came to stand in front of Katia’s father.
“Mr. Morgan?” Jackson inquired. Just to confirm he had the right man even though he knew he did. The tiger’s eyes were the same deep blue as Katia’s.
“Who’s asking?” the man huffed and turned his back to Jackson. He lifted a bag from off the ground and started to delve inside it.
“Jackson Gates, I’m Nuka’s third in command.”
“What does he want?” Vihaan pulled out a chunk of meat from the bag and started to eat it.
“Nothing. It’s Katia I’ve come about.”
Vihaan turned around quickly to face Jackson.
“What about her?”
Jackson pulled himself up to his full height. He was massive in comparison to Katia’s father, but he wanted to fully intimidate the man.
“It’s about time you stood up to your responsibilities.” Jackson lunged forward and grabbed the tiger before he had a chance to escape or make a sound. “Ciaran, I want to go back to Weston’s brothel.” Jackson spoke into the air. A few seconds later, the aura around them crackled, and they were transported to where Katia was now held captive.
“Enjoy,” came the faint cackle of Ciaran on the wind.
Weston stood there in front of them when they materialized, a look of confusion on his face. Katia’s father started to shift to attack Jackson, but the panther pushed him forward, smacking him into the wall. Vihaan slid down into a heap on the floor.
“I don’t think so,” Jackson said, placing his heavy boot down on the stricken tiger shifter’s chest. “Don’t even attempt to move. If you do, you’re going to regret it.”
“Mr. Gates, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Weston asked. He was perched on a desk. “I’m afraid if Mr. Lincoln is offering this man as a new specimen for my club, then I’ll have to politely decline. He’s not in the same league as the last one…nowhere near it at all, I have to say.
“He does have a hole you can stick a dick in. I’m not that way inclined, but you’re a resourceful man, Weston—I’m sure you could find some way of utilizing him.” Both men laughed, and Vihaan squirmed a little harder under Jackson’s boot. “But seriously, I know you remember faces extremely well, so I’m certain you also recognize who this gentlemen is. I think it’s about time we renegotiated the terms of Nuka’s deal. Without his involvement this time, of course. He already has what he wants.”
“You want the girl?” Weston raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.
“I don’t think what you are doing with her is right, so I brought you the person who truly owes the debt. You can do with him what you wish. I want to take Katia Morgan with me. This arrangement has nothing to do with her. It’s the responsibility of her slime ball of a father.”
Weston looked down at his fingernails and picked at a bit of dirt under one of them.
Jackson exhaled heavily at the distraction technique.
“I’m a busy man, Weston. I don’t have all day to wait. Give me Katia, and I’ll leave him.” Jackson kicked Vihaan before replacing his foot on the tiger’s chest.
Weston got up and stretched.
“I’m afraid that it doesn’t work that way, Mr. Gates.”
“What do you mean?” Jackson folded his arms across his chest and snarled a little at Weston.
“There is more to this than you know, I suspect. Yes, Vihaan is the man who gave me his daughter to repay the debts he accrued with me. Debts as a results of a penchant for buxom women of the non-shifter kind.” The brothel owner started to pace around the room as he elaborated on his story. Vihaan tried to interject, but his words were silenced with another kick from Jackson.
“Shut up and let him explain.”
“You see, Vihaan gave me his daughter in exchange for yet more time with the human side of my venture. He liked to see them scared witless when he exposed his shifter side to them before pouncing and fucking them hard. You only got it soft at home, didn’t you?” Weston addressed Vihaan, and the shifter spat at him.
“Fuck you.”
“It would seem Mrs. Morgan only liked it one way: missionary and with the lights off. Our man here had to look elsewhere for his kicks. To get the chance to witness the terror in a woman’s eyes before experiencing the bliss that gets a man off like a rocket blasting into space. I’m sure you understand that, Mr. Gates.”
Jackson didn’t respond. He didn’t need to scare a women to experience pleasure. He derived his satisfaction from seeing her delight.