Mated to the Enforcer (Mafia Wolf Shifters) (Encantado Shifters Book 2)

by Georgette St. Clair

  Mated

  to the

  Enforcer

  GEORGETTE ST. CLAIR

  LETEISHA NEWTON

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  About The Authors

  Mated to the Enforcer (Encantado Shifters Book 2)

  Copyright © 2019 Georgette St. Clair and LeTeisha Newton

  Editing – Tiffany Fox and C.A. Houghton; Beyond DEF

  Cover design – LeTeisha Newton; Beyond DEF

  Formatting – Beyond DEF

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  “Not now,” Kalinda Thorton muttered under her breath. “Anytime but now.”

  Her magic didn’t listen to her; it was a fickle bitch. Weak and barely noticeable most of her life, it had been flaring up explosively for the last few months at the worst possible moments. She felt the weird, prickly energy that warned her the strength of her magic was shooting through the roof for no logical reason, which meant her coordination would be wobbly and spills were a serious risk.

  She smoothed down her black tuxedo jacket over her black skirt and slowly counted to ten. When that didn’t work, she rubbed the tingling spot over her heart and took a deep breath. Ever since Zoey had gotten caught up with the Capo di tutti Capi of the Lombardi Pack, Kalinda had been dealing with aggravating heart palpitations, tingling, and weird bursts of her normally less-than-stellar magical ability.

  Running Kalinda’s Katering in Encantado, Nevada, was a headache to begin with. Portal cities weren’t all glitz and glamour like the outside world believed. Battles, attacks, and paying for protection all ran rampant in the city of sin. Zoey, a ball of high energy and happiness, had been a very good worker—not one easily replaced. With Zoey gone, Kalinda was left to serve alone during her catering gigs.

  So she was one person down, having some magical haywire stuff with her gifts, and felt she’d have a heart attack any day now.

  I wonder if Zoey will tell me now is the time to start overreacting.

  Kalinda snorted, then looked around to make sure she was alone. She’d never let the employees see she was anything less than professional.

  Who was she kidding? Most people around her thought she only had a sense of humor if it could be found at the bottom of a spreadsheet. What she said in her head was safe there, and she never had to share it with another soul. She considered it a coping mechanism. Danger and destruction outside, snapbacks in the head. It was her way of dealing with a world gone crazy.

  Months ago, Encantado had a ghoul invasion. The Council of Mages was still in a tizzy after finding one of their own had helped. Considering mage-bloods couldn’t live outside of Enchanted Zones and had to remain in portal cities, it wasn’t exactly the best for their PR.

  Why a mage would ever believe they could handle opening random portals all over the city to help incite war between the Bianchi and Moretti Packs was beyond her, but Benedict had failed to help Ottavio overthrow Arturo Moretti and left Encantado to pick of the pieces. Benedict was dead, Ottavio too, and the packs had been realigned. Dominic took over the Bianchis—now the Lombardi Pack—and Arturo kept his pack, with a stronger bond between them than ever before.

  Still, business was at an all-time high. The Moretti and Lombardi Packs had done wonders for the Districts and had built them back up.

  All was left was to pick up her pieces as well and march forward.

  Kalinda stood straight and, by sheer effort of will, forced her hands to stop trembling. Just a couple of hours and then on to the next client, K. You’ve got this.

  Pep talk over, Kalinda stopped long enough to check her braid wasn’t out of place in the mirror then went on her way to check on her guests. Rock Landing was the place for Pride member parties, and she’d served here often enough to have the layout memorized.

  One platter, a delicious Thai noodle in spicy peanut sauce, was left to the side, and she grabbed it, stifling the urge to fuss. The Leo of the Viscount Pride shouldn’t have been left waiting to be served. While the Prides tended to let the females eat first, as they’d gathered the meals, the males at least should have been served to begin eating the moment their lionesses took their first bite.

  “Table two is looking for another helping. Get it done,” Silva called, her short legs already carrying her away and out of the preparation area as the other servers plated her requests. Kalinda grabbed it too, happy at least one of her girls was moving and getting stuff done.

  “I’ve got table two. Keep going with the rest,” Kalinda ordered and headed out.

  A loud buzz of conversation thrummed in her ears. The pride was rowdy. Some were eating, while others mingled and joked, and a pair of lionesses circled each other readying to start a mock fight any second over a plate of steak tartare between them.

  What was it with cats and playing with their food?

  Kalinda danced around them, setting table two’s plate down with a flourish. “Enjoy!”

  The young cub at the table growled his thanks, and she continued on her way.

  Okaaaaaaaaaay.

  The Leo, Orion Viscount, sat in a throne-like chair, wrapped in a custom-cut tan suit that did nothing but blend with the blond mane around his shoulders. The thick eaves were shaggy and rough, just like the animal that lived within him, and his rounded ears stuck out. He surveyed the happenings around him from his elevated perch, a single round table in front of him and a female at his side. Kalinda thought they called their enforcers “chargers.”

  Built like an Amazon, and a head taller than Kalinda’s own six feet, the charger turned her golden eyes on Kalinda and sniffed the air before nodding her head imperceptibly to continue. Prides tended to have a male at the head, with a few other males in positions of rank, but were mostly dominated by women.

  Half the damn cubs here are probably the Leo’s.

  Orion Viscount drank his wine from an enormous glass and pretended he was too important to acknowledge Kalinda’s approach. Whatever. His disdain didn’t bother her. As her mother would have said: “Consider the source.”

  Orion’s eyes coldly swept the room as if he were thinking, “I pity you peons for not being able to sneeze on money and flush it down the toilet. Bwahahaha!”

  “Your meal is served, Leo. I wanted to bring it personally and thank you for your continued use of Kalinda’s Katering. If there is anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.”

  Was that sarcasm? Nah, only in her head.

  He finally turned his head and sniffed the air. “Your service is appalling, and your magic fo
uls the air, mage.”

  And you’re about two seconds from having my stiletto in your eye, pussy cat.

  Kalinda smiled sweetly. “Enjoy!”

  She was not going to respond to him the way he deserved just because it would make her temporarily feel better. Any trouble she caused would rile up his pride and put her employees in danger, and her prime job was to protect her girls. Sure, they might have to deal with an occasional groping shifter or touchy daywalker, but she’d taught her girls how to handle them too.

  A well-placed foot or elbow helped a lot of that.

  Her cheeks were hurting from smiling so hard, and she turned to leave, but a sudden screech stopped her in her tracks. The room became deafeningly silent as she spun around.

  “You’ve killed me.”

  The Leo’s deep voice had suddenly gone high-pitched and whiny. She blinked for a few seconds, wondering exactly how the Leo had attained that level of octave before she snapped back reality.

  “What? Are you okay?” Kalinda’s heart raced.

  He fanned himself and yanked at his tie, his face turning red as a tomato. Kalinda counted at least three large veins popping out on his forehead. His charger gripped his shoulders, keeping him upright as she growled at Kalinda.

  What was going on?

  “She’s poisoned me!” Leo wheezed.

  Kalinda shook her head. “I’ve done no such thing. What are you talking about?”

  Orion jerked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water before he slumped over dramatically. “Dead. I’m dead.”

  She would have laughed at the picture in front of her if she wasn’t surrounded by pissed-off lions and lionesses with her staff’s lives in the balance. Heat spread through her limbs, a sign her magic was about to pop a filter.

  Great. Just great.

  “Mr. Viscount, the meal was cooked and delivered just as you ordered. Your charger sniffed for anything out of the ordinary. If you need the assistance of Warlock Cyrus, he can be called immediately.”

  They were shifters. There was no way any ingredient in the food would have made it past their noses.

  Kalinda turned and snapped her fingers at her girls, hoping they’d get the signal and go. Silva, her white hair pulled into a messy bun atop her head was the smallest of them all, her delicate pointy ears a sign of her Fae ancestry. But she was quick, darting between the shifters to each girl and yanking them behind her.

  “I’ll call Cyrus right away,” Silva announced.

  I’m giving that girl a raise.

  The heat in Kalinda’s body built, hotter and hotter, spiraling from her heart and out through her fingertips. Without thinking, she touched Orion, spreading magic to him as well.

  Calm. Be calm and talk to me.

  His eyes glazed over, and he smiled.

  Orion started wheezing again and spluttered, “P-pretty. Such … dark … skin. Y-you’re g-gorgeous. You want to be my Nubian princess?”

  Whaaaat? No, he didn’t. Seriously? Did he just go there?

  Okay, that wasn’t what she’d expected to happen.

  “Thank you,” she said with a tight-lipped smile. “Now, what’s wrong with your food?”

  “I could make you Prima.”

  As in the head female of a Pride? Um, no thank you.

  She flashed him her most diplomatic smile. “I appreciate the offer. But first, let’s talk about what’s wrong, okay?”

  “Remove your hands from the Leo!” The charger—what was her name? Oh, Roxi—jumped between Kalinda and Orion, breaking the connection. He immediately went back into spasms, flopping down to the ground and screaming again.

  “You’ve poisoned me! I can’t breathe. I’m dying. Can’t you see I’m dying?”

  If you can talk, you can breathe. Melodramatic much?

  Dang it, she wasn’t supposed to be thinking like that. She took a deep breath and backed away from Roxi with her palms up in a placating gesture.

  “I just wanted to make sure he was all right and see what the issue is. He ordered the Thai noodle in peanut sa—”

  “Peanuts.”

  Kalinda’s ears were bleeding, she knew it, and she knew she heard several glasses shatter from Mr. Leo’s newest interpretation of Minnie Riperton’s skillset. Hitting high notes like that really should have crushed his vocal cords.

  Hand to his chest, head screwed sideways, and his muzzle twisted up in the greatest affront, Outraged, Orion must have forgotten about not being able to breathe as he huffed at her, outraged.

  “Just because you are friends with the Lombardi Pack Alpha bitch doesn’t mean you are untouchable,” Roxi hissed through a steadily morphing face.

  “I didn’t poison him!” she protested. “I gave him what he ordered.”

  “The Leo is allergic to peanuts. He never would have ordered it.”

  “I can show you the paperwork. Have someone follow me to my office. I’ll prove it.”

  Was she terrified? Of course, but she didn’t run a business in one of the most dangerous places in the world and maintain Level-7 wards on her windows in case of attack to back down at every challenge. Shifters were the worst with dominance and only understood things when they got knocked over the head.

  She always knew she was on her own when it came to handling emergencies. In theory, the Mage Council provided protection, but they only came down for major squabbles between groups; they wouldn’t waste their time on an issue like this. They’d rather let the pride get rid of her and be done with it.

  Roxi nodded at someone behind Kalinda. “Take her, and kill her if the information is wrong.”

  Wonderful.

  Kalinda turned on her heels, head held high, back straight, and floated. Her mother always told her a woman had to fight the whole world, and the best way to do it was with a smile, good character, and a hell of a walk.

  She ignored the snapping shifters with each step and avoided the large beige lioness circle on the edge—they’d already shifted and were ready to attack. Kalinda put one foot in front of the other, hips swaying, and never looked anywhere but between the shoulder blades of the charger escorting her back into the serving room.

  As they entered, Orion let out another piercing wail, and Kalinda grimaced.

  “What room did you set up as your office?” the no-name-charger sneered at Kalinda. Her blond hair was cut close to the scalp, shoulders barely contained in her sleek mermaid style dress, and blood-red nails curled like claws.

  “The Cub Area.”

  They had never let her into the inner sanctum of Rock Landing, instead keeping her to the children’s space just off the kitchen and open ballroom. Kalinda was escorted into her makeshift office and went right to her papers. She found what she needed in one shuffle before handing it over.

  “Here is the order list, signed and confirmed.”

  “We shall see.”

  Someone had their panties in a bunch.

  What would Kalinda have to gain by killing Orion? If this was a plan to extort her, she’d find out who was behind it. There was no way in hell she was going to let her business reputation be destroyed by someone playing a game.

  She was proud of how she’d managed to build up one of the most sought-after catering businesses from scratch after being forced to move to Encantado. And nobody would take that away from her.

  Her magic, low as it was, had come to light while she was in culinary school. Luckily, she’d managed to graduate before the Federal Bureau of Magical Containment swept her out of her life and into a portal city.

  Her dreams of owning a five-star restaurant in the Bay Area disappeared. Her fiancé had chosen not to come with her; he didn’t want his children tainted by having “magic blood.” She’d clawed her way to where she was now in Encantado, despite the loss of her mother a few years back, and she’d made it her mission to make Kalinda’s a household name.

  “It seems in order. Are there any other copies? A way you manipulated this receipt?”

  “
The signing isn’t done until we get here, as always, and I have no access to a system here. Roxi signed off on the menu, as you can see. Please take up any discrepancies with her.”

  “Are you calling our head charger a traitor?”

  Did. She. Just. Spit. On. Me?

  “No, I’m saying Kalinda’s Katering has done what was ordered and will be happy to serve another meal, if that’s what you would prefer.”

  Suddenly, Kalinda began to sweat and breathe hard, as if she’d been transported into a sauna. Hot. It was so freaking hot. Her magic, which normally did nothing more than make her food more delicious and add a sense of comfort, pulsed under her skin. She resisted the urge to rake at her arms, but she couldn’t stop the magic from leaking out. Finally, brilliant rays of gold and white spread from her, weaving its way around the charger in front of her and back out the door.

  The charger dropped to the floor, purring, stretching her back, and kneading at the floor. Sharp nails curved from her fingertips and plucked at the rug. Kalinda took a step back, eyeing her suspiciously.

  “Um, Kalinda? You may want to come out here,” Silva called.

  Kalinda stepped over the lioness currently humping the air in the middle of the floor and headed out into the prep area.

  The room had gone crazy.

  Silva, who had a knack for canceling magic not Fae based, was the only one standing. Literally. Kalinda’s servers rolled on the floor, laughing and singing random songs, while the party outside had turned into Woodstock.

  “What the hell?” Kalinda blinked hard and shook her head. Nope, not having an illusion. Gold and white ribbons danced over everyone, slipping over even Roxi and Orion, until the Leo had the aforementioned charger bent over the table and—

  “All right, time to get out of here. Do you see the colors?”

  Silva frowned at Kalinda. “What colors?”

  “The gold and white lights. You don’t see them?”

  “Maybe a drug was filtered into the ventilation and you’re affected too. I think we should all leave.”

  Kalinda shook her head, confused. She wasn’t crazy—the magic flowing from her was in color and had caused everyone in the room to get frisky. Even the few cubs who’d been in attendance were outside, racing up and down a jungle gym Kalinda could see through a large bay window.