The Opposite Side Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The Wolves housed themselves in the Toga Hotel, one of the oldest buildings in town. It stood eight stories tall towards the end of Main Street. The place had recently been repainted, a nice off white with green trimming, to match some of the businesses it housed along the bottom. Usually all the scum hung out around the Toga. The Wolves made money by dealing drugs, pimping out their females and regular females, and other illegal things.

Patrick stopped the car on M Street. They all looked over at the old hotel. “You sure you want to do this?”

“If Rich locked me up, he was doing it for Jonathan. And I want to know what’s going on,” Leslie said as she got out of the car. Patrick and Colin got out as well. As she walked up to the hotel, the smell of barbeque filled the air as they passed by the Toga Café, and walked into the court yard. A blind old black man, sat by the door.

“Leslie, he’s busy,” the man said as she walked by.

“Oh well,” she said passing him buy.

“We don’t like bears in our place,” he said as Patrick passed.

He ignored the man and followed behind Leslie. They walked into the hotel. The inside was a mess of red and old furniture. There were wolves sitting around playing cards, dice, drinking, flirting. They all went quiet when the three entered.

Leslie, wearing her usual, jeans, t-shirt and hoody, didn’t even pause. She made her way to the elevator, and hit the button.

“I really don’t like this,” Colin said as the elevator opened.

“Calm it down,” she said as they walked in.

The wolves were still watching them as the elevator doors closed. The small old box made its way up to the eighth floor. “Do you even have a plan?” Patrick asked.

“I don’t know the usual.”

Patrick laughed. “This is how we get in trouble,” Colin said.

The elevator beeped open and they walked out and followed Leslie down the hall. James, Jonathan’s third stood at the door. He might have been one of the smallest of the wolves, standing five-seven, but he was mean as hell. Every part of him looked as if he had injected himself with steroids. He had no neck just huge shoulders; he was just one solid wall of rock. His brown eyes got wide as he saw Leslie walk up. She stopped in front of him, hands on hips, and just stared at him.

“Jonathan is busy,” he said.

“Not my problem,” Leslie said in a bored tone. “Now move or I might just get angry.”

Back about a year ago, there had been an incident, in which Jonathan and Leslie had fought over something, and in the end, she had destroyed the building they were standing in. Jonathan has been hurt pretty bad, but Leslie had no mark on her. No one knew exactly what the two were fighting over, neither ever talked about the incident, but Leslie could use it to scare some of the wolves.

“You don’t scare me,” James said crossing his arms over his huge chest.

She turned to the guys, back to James. Colin and Patrick watched as she rolled her eyes with a small frown. Then she got a small smile, and shrugged.

“Les-,” Patrick stopped Colin from saying more by placing his hand on his shoulder.

She turned. “You will let me in.”

“Your Jedi mind tricks don’t work on me,” he said with a small shake of his head.

“He has a girl in there doesn’t he?” she looked around him at the door.

“Leslie you should leave. Call Jonathan for an appointment or something.”

“Fuck that,” she said and raised her hand which was clinched in a fist; she opened it, so the palm was pointing at the door. It blew open with a loud crack as it smacked into the wall inside.

Women on the inside screamed loudly at the sound. Fredrico was at the door ready for a fight, his chestnut eyes turning a wolfy almost amber. He zoned in on Leslie who had both hands palms facing at James.

“Nina, you know how to make an entrance,” he said.

She reached into her pocket, and pulled out her Supervisor’s badge. “I’m here to talk to Jonathan. This is business.”

“James step down, and let the Supervisors through. You should know better,” he said to the shorter wolf, and his voice held a threat. “Come in, Nina, Jonathan will not be very happy to see you.”

“He never is,” Patrick said.

James moved letting them into the two bedroom apartment. Jonathan liked things simple and easy. He had a large couch in the living room facing a giant flat screen TV. The sound system and DVDS were the only other items in the room. He never used the kitchen, she knew he didn’t cook. They followed Fredrico to the second bedroom.

Leslie stopped at the door, hands on hips looking over the room. It had been set up very elaborate for Jonathan. A large velvet round bed took up most of the room. The small night stand had a large bottle of lube, fuzzy pink hand cuffs, and a large vibrator. A naked girl was chained to the left wall, looking horrified. Another girl huddled beside her, a whip at her feet. On the other wall were items of torture and sex, two big wolfy turn ons. Rich stood beside the camera.

“Well you don’t see this every day,” Colin said peeking over her shoulder. She elbowed him in the gut.

Jonathan stood up from the seat he sat in, in the corner. Jonathan, he stood an inch taller than her. Brown eyes, honey colored skin, wild dark brown hair, lips that naturally pouted. He looked like a biker, all leathers and jeans. And he could wear a pair of jeans better than almost anyone. The other man able to fill out a pair of jeans was Nathan. He was neither huge nor small; he had muscles, but not crazy buff like James, or lanky regular like Fredrico. He also held an air of power, Kingship.

“I should have known.”

“Porn now?”

He shrugged. “You know me.”

“I do. That’s why I’m here. It seems I was held against my wishes in a basement with some heavy duty wards on the door, and-” she stopped.

“And?” he asked.

Her brows furrowed. She didn’t like this one bit. If she mentioned the cub, he could spin it on Nathan. And why would he do something like that? It made no sense. She sighed. “There are only four people who can ward here. Me, Frank, Carlotta and Rich,” she said glaring at the rodent.

He pushed his glasses up on his nose at the mention of his name. “Or perhaps there is some new player in the game,” Jonathan said. He turned to the women at that wall. “Okay now that you two have calmed down. Warm the fuck back up. I have a movie to finish. I ain’t paying you bitches to sit there like scared cats.”

“Cats?” she asked looking at the naked ladies. Thin and delicate with dark hair and eyes. She then felt the buzz of power.

“Two of Randy’s ladies. So why is it that when something bad happens to you, you come straight to me? I applaud who ever locked you in the damn basement, but right now as you see,” he motioned to the camera, “I’m sort of busy. Why the fuck would I mess with you, I’m on a deadline.”

“Actually I came to talk to Rich. Since his WARDS are probably the best.”

“Well thank you,” Rich said still standing by the camera.

“Shut up,” Jonathan said. “Here, I know the drill. You will have to get a warrant to arrest him. He has been by my side since he went to the morgue to see about old Chester. Good old man, sad to see him dead. Anyway. I have an apartment of wolves who can verify, and other hookers who have been in and out of here working on this movie. Now Fredrico, please show the Supervisors to the door, and Leslie I will see you Friday. You should wear a dress once in a while, you look boring in jeans, and I know you have some nice legs.” With that he slammed the door in her face.

“Sorry, the jefe, he is not mismo,” he said then shook his head. “Himself. I’m sorry I forget myself. My last clan, spoke Spanish, I have to remember not everyone does.”

“It’s okay we pretty much understand most of it,” Patrick said. “Once you run into a clan of Spanish speaking chubacabras its kind of good we know Spanish to a point.”

“Interesting. I myself have never met one, but it is rumored that the lycanthrope virus comes from them,” he said stopping at the door. “Do they still live in town? I would very much like to meet them.”

“They went into hiding after we executed one of three of their only females. She had gotten blood lust and ate a camp full of people,” Colin said.

He sighed. “I shall then see you all on Friday then,” he said opening the door for them.

Leslie followed by Patrick and Colin left the room. And were quiet until they got to the car. Inside, they all looked at the Toga. “I know they had something to do with shoving me in that basement. Why? I have no freaking clue.”

“I was actually on a porno set,” Colin said.

Patrick and Leslie looked at each other. “Boys,” they both said.