Savage Sanctuary: A Dire Wolves Mission (The Devil's Dires Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

manic. “I won’t even charge ya nothing.”
    Oh, fuck. Levi sighed and slid his fingers over the hilt of the knife he always carried, just to make sure it was there. This was definitely about to get ugly. “I’m not interested in what you’re selling, Ashley. And if your pimp is around here somewhere, waiting to pull some sort of beatdown on me for turning you down, he’d better make his ass known now. I’m not waiting around all night.”
    Her face went pale, too pale, and she glanced at the truck again. Levi rolled his eyes and headed for his own truck, swinging wide around the tailgate of the one where he expected a man was sitting in wait. Ashley wasn’t a true pro; she’d probably never completed any sort of sexual act with a so-called customer. She was a pawn in a bigger scheme. Drunk men offered blow jobs in the parking lot? Their pants would be on the concrete faster than a flicked cigarette butt. And that’s when the guy would hit, probably roughing the johns up, maybe stealing a wallet. A little cash for basically no work.
    But Levi wasn’t about to be their next victim.
    “Have a good night, Ashley.”
    “Wait,” she screeched, staying behind the bed of that truck but waving wildly. “I can give you what you need, handsome. I do everything.”
    Levi shook his head and continued walking. What he needed? That was a good meal and an even better lay, followed by some serious running as a wolf. He doubted he’d get any of that in the parking lot of a dive like this one.
    “Not interested.”
    The sound of a truck door opening behind him was enough to pull Levi up short. And so it begins…
    “The lady’s offering you her wares.”
    Levi didn’t even bother turning around. Not yet. “I said I’m not interested.”
    The click of a gun being cocked changed his mind, though. This motherfucker…
    Levi turned and dropped his hand to where his knife hung, ready to pull it out at a moment’s notice. Phego had customized every pair of Levi’s cargo pants so he could carry his combat knife without others seeing it. A tough job to do considering the size of the thing.
    “I think maybe you should toss me your wallet,” the guy said with an actual smirk on his ugly face. As if he’d already won. As if Levi were some sort of scared little bunny because Smirker there could load a handgun. It would take a perfect headshot to take a shifter down, and Levi was too quick and too agile to give anyone a chance at a shot like that.
    The guy had seriously misjudged his prey.
    “I think you should take your last chance to walk the fuck away.”
    The guy’s smirk faltered, but he didn’t lower the gun. “What’d you say?”
    Levi pulled his SOG from his holster, gripping the handle loosely. Over a foot long from tip to pommel, his SOG SEAL Knife 2000 was his most cherished weapon. Sharp, deadly, and well-balanced, it was a tool made for fighting in close quarters. Some guys preferred guns, some explosives. Levi liked blades. He liked fighting up close and personal. And right then, he really liked the idea of taking this motherfucker down. Gun or no gun.
    The guy made another misjudgment when he saw the knife, choosing to laugh instead of run. “Wait. Did you really bring a knife to a gun fight? That’s fucking rich, man.”
    Levi just smiled, waiting. Ready.
    When Levi didn’t respond, choosing instead to hold the man in a predatory stare, the guy grew antsy. He fidgeted more, the hand holding the gun dropping then coming back up. His feet shuffling a bit. He had no idea how to deal with a man like Levi, which was a pretty normal response. Not a lot of human men would have any idea how to handle a fight with a wolf shifter, let alone a Dire Wolf.
    But dumb men made dumb decisions. The guy must have run out of patience, because he glowered at Levi and raised the gun again, looking ready to kill. Levi shook his head and pounced, closing the gap between them in a single bound. That threw his opponent