Free RAFE'S LAIR by Jessie Lynn

pretty little puppet to play with. Too bad, he was losing patience by the second.
        "Hey leach, I wasn't done talking to you." Wolfie said putting his big paw he thought was a good enough impression of a hand on Rafe's chest and pushed.
    Rafe looked at the mitt still attached to his shirt and sighed. He really really really wasn't in the fucking mood for this shit! Shaking his head, he slowly looked back up at the mutt.
        "Loo k, you really don't want to do this with me right now lassie. So I'm going to say this one time nicely. Get your nasty fucking paw off me before I break it off of you. Oh and tell me where the fuck Dominic is before you waste any more of my time and piss me off."
    Rafe was actually very proud of himself for how calmly and rationally he'd just spoken to block head; and for the fact, he actually gave the fleabag a chance to keep his hand. Thankfully Sloan, Dom's beta came out to keep his flunky alive.
        "Carl I suggest you do as he says before he does as he said. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you stop the bleeding cause I'll be laughing too hard. Just so you know." Sloan turned his attention to Rafe and crossing his arms across his chest, he said. "Rafe you’re a long way from home there vamp. You sure you’re feeling alright man? Cause I'm afraid you might have been hit in the head too hard and maybe lost your way."
    Rafe looked at Carl. "Sloan man, I think your guard dog here may have a hearing problem. Ma ybe you should go ahead and seek medical attention for him while I test his pain threshold."
    Sloan growled and his eyes changed right before he grabbed Carl by the back of his neck. He shook the guy like a misbehaving puppy then threw him into the wall. He stalked over to crouch down in front of him and looked him in the eye. Sloan had apparently been able to knock a little sense into the dumb ass because Carl kept his eyes lowered and wouldn't look straight at him.
        "Do we have a problem Carl? Do you an d I need to have a little lesson on who's who in this relationship we've got here between us?" Sloan asked him.
    He grabbed Carl by the throat again in a show of dominance. He leaned over pushing Carl's head back daring him to look Sloan in the eye. If the idiot actually grew the balls to do it, he was a dead man and they both knew it. Sloan was actually hoping he'd do it too. It'd been a while since he'd been able to kick the shit head's ass for him and he'd just plain been bored lately. Somebody had to give him a break here soon before he went bonkers. Sloan slammed Carl's head into the wall for emphasis.
        "Answer me you piece of shit before I rip your fucking head off out of principle. ”
        "No Sloan I understand completely. I'm sorry for the disrespect my beta." Carl said lowering his head in respect.
        "Well well it looks you do have a few brain cells after all. There's a good boy. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind." Sloan said releasing Carl after one last shake just for the fun of it. He did kinda look like a bobble head doll while they were having their little getting reacquainted meeting there.
    Sloan got up and turned back to Rafe. "So to what do we owe the displeasure of your presence vampire?"
        "Never a party in my book to see you too there Sloan." Rafe said back with a big grin showing lots of fang.
    They both walked toward each other hand extended. Grabbing each other ’s forearm and embracing to slap each other on the back. When they separated, they laughed smiling at each other.
        "Sloan how have you been? Still mangy as ever I see." Rafe said
        "Says the man who makes Casper look tan." Sloan replied. Slapping Rafe on the back again, he said. "Come on, Dom knows your here and he's waiting on me to bring your punk ass in to see him."
        "Hey fleabag I'm not that white, and that was just a low blow man. ” He said looking down at himself then back up to Sloan’s laughing face. “Dude seriously