Immune: A Sexy Urban Fantasy Mystery (Rylee Adamson # 2)

by Mayer, Shannon

  I could almost hear the gears grinding as O’Shea processed what I’d said. Thankfully, he didn’t ask any more questions, and I went back to trying not to think about him.

  Alex was the one to spot the strip joint before us through the dark and snow.

  “Nipples!” He barked out, pointing with one claw to the pale neon sign shifting from a woman with her breasts covered, to not so much covered. Classy all the way.

  O’Shea chuckled and I glared at him. The idea of seeing O’Shea ogle nude woman was too much like seeing him ogle Milly and made my anger spike.

  “You two stay in here,” I said as O’Shea parked the SUV in the closest parking spot.

  Of course, Alex listened, but O’Shea ignored me and stepped out of the vehicle, matching my stride all the way to the front door. The cold whipped me as if I were buck naked, and the twenty second walk felt like I’d been out in the cold for hours. My fingers and toes were already numb. Shit, I needed to find this kid quick and get my ass into New Mexico and strangle Doran for whatever information I needed.

  Lady Gaga’s ‘Poker Face’ pounded through the sound system and a quick glance at the stage showed me an interpretation I did not need. I looked away and came face to face with a barrel chest I didn’t recognize, though he smelled familiar, a scent I couldn’t quite put my nose on.

  The bouncer was huge, towering over me and O’Shea, his arms at least the size of my upper body. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was an ogre, but there was no telltale hint of skin color that wasn’t ‘human.’

  “No women allowed.” He grunted, blocking my path.

  “Fuck you, I’m here to see a client,” I said, holding my ground.

  The bouncer laughed, bald head glistening periodically as the strobe lights flicked our way. “You got a mouth on you, but I bet you don’t know how to use it proper like.” He licked his lips and gave me a wink that made me want to smash his face into my boot heel. O’Shea tensed beside me, shifting his weight from foot to foot. I gave him a look, you know the one that says, “Don’t fuck this up man, I’ve got it.” Jaw clenched, O’Shea gave me the barest of nods, though I could see he wasn’t happy about me taking the lead.

  Okay. I was done with the niceties. The bouncer may have been bigger than me, but there’s always one sure-fire way to make a man crumple to the ground.

  Outsmart him and then nail him.

  “You know, for a big man, you sure are stupid. You see that guy over there, the one with the baseball hat?” I pointed behind him at nothing in particular, he turned to look and, using a chair for leverage, I jumped up and punched him in the side of the neck, dropping him to his knees. It might not sound like a really bad place to hit, but if you get the right angle there are tons of nerve endings travelling just under the skin there. Not to mention a lot of blood flow you can disrupt. In other words, it hurts like a son of a bitch. His hands went to his neck and I shoved him in the chest with my foot, toppling him backwards.

  The music stuttered to a stop and I looked around to see we’d become the center of attention. Score one for me.

  I raised my voice over the thumping music. “I’m here to see Jewel.”

  Multiple hands pointed to a painted black door that said “Dancers Only” on it. Leaving the bouncer writhing on the ground, I kicked his legs out of my way as I walked to the door. “Pussy.”

  O’Shea was right behind me, but said nothing until we were on the other side of the black door. “Excessive, don’t you think?”

  “No. Besides, you looked as ready to brawl as me.”

  He snorted. “You never tried that move with me.”

  “That one” —I thumbed back to the bouncer on the floor— “can’t have me in handcuffs and thrown in jail.” The hallway was brightly lit compared to the main area. It looked like each girl had her own dressing room, their names embossed in gold. Candy, Angel, Kitten, Sapphire. Gag me. None were even all that original. Finally we came to the end of the hallway, Jewel’s name on the door.

  I knocked softly. I didn’t want to feel bad for the parents; it was hard enough going after kids without that added on. A soft, southern-accented voice answered.

  “Come in.”

  Opening the door, I went in, O’Shea on my heels.

  Jewel was stunning, her name suiting her perfectly. She wasn’t wearing her stripper gear. Her dark blue jeans and peasant blouse had seen better days, but they were clean and cut to her size. Petite, barely five foot if I was guessing right, jet black hair and brilliant blue eyes that made me think of sapphires, were a stark contrast in pale, almost translucent skin. Like a miniature Elizabeth Taylor, minus the star power.

  I pulled up the only extra chair and sat down. “I’m Rylee.”

  Her eyes welled up and she slumped onto a day bed tucked against the wall. “I thought you weren’t going to come. My Ricky has been missing for two weeks.”

  Damn, she gave me his name already, not even waiting for me to ask. Some people just couldn’t follow proper procedure. She was supposed to wait on me, let me decide if I was going to take the case on or not. If I was, I’d ask for the kid’s name. Now there was no choice. I was in.

  I frowned. “The police have given up already?”

  O’Shea shook his head. “Two weeks, they wouldn’t have stepped back. This isn’t a cold case.”

  She shook her head, hiccupping back a sob. “No, they haven’t. But I got this note, I was to give it to you.”

  A shiver of premonition rippled through me. This was not good, not good at all. I reached out and took a folded piece of paper that had smudges of dirt and some unidentifiable sticky mung I chose not to look too closely at.

  Stupid Tracker took my eyeball

  Now I hold something precious too

  Find the boy quick or I’ll kill him

  Instead of stupid you

  6

  I handed the paper to O’Shea. There was only one creature whose eyeball I’d taken recently and not followed up with a kill.

  “Is this who I think it is?” His fingers tightened on the note. A quick nod is all I gave him. No need for the client to realize it was my fault her boy was missing.

  I leaned forward in my chair, a part of me wanting to tear my hair out. “I need a picture of Ricky, Jewel. I . . . we are going to find him.” I lifted my eyes up to O’Shea. We should have killed that god damned Troll when we had the chance, but we’d been in such a hurry to get to India, we’d left him there handcuffed, missing one eye, but still very much alive. Motherfucker, I was going to pull him apart piece by piece, starting with the eye he had left!

  Jewel held out a picture, her hand trembling. The boy looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, the same colouring as his mom, down to the sapphire blue eyes.

  “He’s a good looking kid,” I said.

  “He’s my whole world. I’ve already made the full deposit into your account. Please, please bring him back to me.”

  Her pain hit me like a hammer to the skull, pounding on me to let it in. She must have had some recessive psychic ability for me to feel so much from her. I blocked it out, focused on the picture, and sent out a thread of my Tracking ability to find the boy.

  He was not close, a few hours in good weather, sleeping or sedated, I couldn’t tell. But not dead.

  “He’s alive,” I said, standing up and tucking the picture into my pocket. “Did Charlie give you the run down? The rules? No police, no phone calls.”

  She nodded, then reached out and clasped my hands. “Yes, please, please just bring him back to me.”

  Her grief hit me again, the touch of her skin on mine making a connection I did not want. I pulled away from her and looked up at O’Shea. “We’ve got to go.”

  “I’ll pray for you, all of you.” Jewel looked to me first, then to O’Shea. Always with the prayers. I wasn’t sure they helped, but every parent I’d ever met gave them.

  The room was full of emotions I struggled to fight off. I almost ran to the door,
flinging myself out and gulping in a large breath of air.

  O’Shea shut the door behind us. “The AA division does not approve of what we are about to do. I can’t have this on record.”

  Taking one last deep breath and tying myself off to Ricky so I would know the second his status changed, I headed toward the exit. “And what do you think we’re going to do, exactly?”

  “Do I need to say it?”

  I thought about it. “Yes. Because I don’t want there to be any illusions.”

  “We’re going to find the kid, and kill the Troll.”

  Smiling, I put my hand on the door out to the bar, opening it before I answered him, and again the place went quiet.

  A quick glance around showed me the bouncer had buggered off. Good. The last thing I needed was a bad ass trying to prove himself.

  There was a flash of movement, faster than any human I’d ever met, and a set of hands grabbed me from the side, lifting me high into the air. With my arms pinned, there wasn’t much I could do but kick and scream. I settled for kicking, swinging the back of my boot heel first into the bouncer’s ear. He roared with anger and I hoped a lot of pain, but didn’t let go.

  There was a swirl of movement and the bouncer went still. As if he’d been turned into stone. Not so impossible in my line of work. From what I could see, O’Shea had a rather large knife resting just under the bouncer’s jaw. It looked like one of mine I’d left behind in the root cellar. Good, at least it would be spelled to cut deep and fast.

  O’Shea adjusted his stance; it would allow him a clean, fast cut. “Put her down.” His voice was as cold as the weather outside. The bouncer did as he was told, only he threw me at O’Shea, sending us both crashing to the floor. I kicked out behind me in the air, blindly, and caught something on the bouncer. It felt like his upper thigh. Grabbing for my sword handle, I got my blade out in time to follow the kick with a swing of my sword that bit through his belly. He flailed backwards, hands over his guts. I didn’t want to kill anyone; that wasn’t my game. But he wasn’t exactly human. I just hadn’t figured out quite what he was.

  I got to my feet, brushing my clothes off. “I tried to be nice, tried to keep this simple. But you are really pissing me off.”

  The bouncer grimaced at me, a bare flash of his teeth . . . ah, now I understood why he was giving us such problems.

  I crouched down beside his face, placing the edge of my sword across his throat, let the pressure of the blade split his skin through to blood. He swallowed and rolled large, amber eyes up to mine. He was a strong one to be able to shift back and forth, to hide right under the human’s noses.

  “If I know what you are,” I whispered. “Then you must know what I am.”

  One blink of those wolf-like orbs satisfied me as a yes.

  My lips were almost against his ear. “Since you’re here, and I’m here.” I took a deep breath, recognizing the wolf musk for what it was now. “Take a message to your bitch for me.”

  He let out a growl and I put a bit of pressure on the blade, felt it rest up against his esophagus. “Tell her if she keeps hounding my wolf, I will start a new business and add Hunter to my resume.”

  I stood, wiped my blade on his torn shirt, and then strode to the door, glancing over my shoulder at O’Shea who stood there a tad bit wide-eyed. Of course, he didn’t know the bouncer would be just fine. “He’s one of Alex’s old friends. He’ll be peachy keen in no time.”

  Understanding dawned on his face. “Same ones who tried to kill him last month?”

  The bouncer squirmed on the floor.

  “Yup. Same ones.”

  O’Shea said nothing more, just made his way to my side and we left Bottoms Up.

  I ran to the SUV and piled in, rubbing my arms. If the bouncer/werewolf had tried anything outside, there was no way I’d have been able to fight him. Again, the short exposure to the cold was all it took to numb my fingers and toes, and even though O’Shea cranked the heat up, my teeth were chattering.

  Alex took one sniff of me and recoiled as if I’d slapped him.

  “No, no, no. Stinky, bad wolf.” He started to rock in his seat, weaving his upper body back and forth, whimpering in between words.

  “Rylee, we have to go,” O’Shea said.

  “I know, just give me a minute.” I was climbing into the back to soothe Alex, his eyes almost rolling back in his head with fear.

  “No, I mean we have to go now.” He threw the SUV into gear and hit the reverse while I tried to calm the freaked out werewolf in the backseat.

  “What the hell?” I yelped, crashing into the backseat. “You aren’t helping!”

  “The bouncer had friends.”

  I whipped around in my seat to see a half dozen ‘friends’ swarm out the doors of the strip joint and shift into wolf form. Unlike Alex, who was trapped between human and wolf, these werewolves were strong enough for a full shift in either direction. The wolf part of them was far oversized compared to a natural wolf. They were at least five feet at the shoulder and around four hundred pounds. Fast, lean, predators. Six of them; shit we were in trouble.

  “Go, go, go!” I shouted. “They can rip open this SUV like a tin can.”

  O’Shea put the SUV into gear and hit the gas, fishtailing in the snow. Out the back window the pack was gaining on us, their claws digging into the hard-packed snow, where our tires struggled for traction. Alex cowered in the back seat, claw-tipped hands covering his head.

  It was like watching a bad horror flick up close and personal, the size of the werewolves making it feel like I was watching them in a rear view mirror, ‘Objects may be closer than they appear.’

  If we crashed we were dead, either by werewolf or vehicular manslaughter. “Can you go any faster?”

  “Not unless you want another flipped vehicle. It’s too slick.” He barely got the words out before we were slammed from behind, the screech of claws on metal tearing at my ears. The werewolves were peeling the SUV like a banana. Shit, I had to slow them down.

  Grabbing my bag of gear, I pulled out my little black box. Inside was an array of pre-made spell bombs Milly had put together for me. I grabbed the green one and cracked the hard shell to reveal the true bomb inside. Encased in a balloon, it would break on contact, spreading to everything in the vicinity. Simple and effective.

  Holding it carefully, I crawled over to the back seat. There were holes in the back of the SUV that had not been there moments before. This was not good on so many levels. The wind howled in, freezing up my body even while my heart pumped hard with adrenaline.

  “Roll down the back window.”

  “Are you crazy?”

  “Trust me.”

  I waited, poised for the one moment I would have. I could see all six of the pack members, bunched together as they prepped for their next leap. The window went down, and the pack leapt as a unit. I threw the spell-bomb and yelled the ignition word.

  “Abrogate!”

  A flash of green lit the air behind us and the pack was thrown backward, landing in a heap as still as death. The spell would keep them away from us for at least ten minutes, plenty of time to get the hell out of Dodge.

  “Window!”

  It wound up, clicked shut, and while some of the wind was blocked, it was still not warm enough. Alex snuffled up against me and I slid my arms around him. His body vibrated with fear, but he was like a large, heated blanket.

  “Rylee, what the hell was that?” O’Shea asked.

  “One of Milly’s spells. It repels things.”

  “Shit.”

  I couldn’t help feeling proud of Milly. “Most witches can’t repel a mosquito with that spell; it’s complex and draining to make. Milly’s been making them since she was seventeen.”

  “Remind me to thank her.”

  I grunted and buried my face into Alex’s fur, breathing in the scent of home. No way was I going to remind O’Shea of anything that had to do with Milly. Call me childish if you want, but I didn’t have to
help them get along. I wouldn’t stand in their way, but I wasn’t going to throw them a freaking party.

  “I need you to talk to me.” O’Shea said, his voice sounding further away than it should have.

  “Why?”

  “So I know you’re still with me.”

  I shivered, a blast of cold curling around my face. “This shouldn’t be happening.”

  Lifting my eyes up, I caught his look in the rear view mirror. “Why not, you were stung by a demon?”

  “I’m an Immune, someone who can’t be affected by venom, bites, nothing. This is impossible.” I started to shake. Alex curled around me, sheltering me from the cold only I seemed to be able to feel. O’Shea slipped out of his long trench coat as he drove and handed it back to me. It was still warm from his body and his cologne hung heavy on it. Wrapping the coat around me, I warmed up considerably. I wanted to believe it wasn’t because of the sudden rush of hormones racing through my system. Just from a single sniff of cologne? Gods be damned, I was in trouble.

  “So, what else could it be?”

  I didn’t answer him, because I didn’t know. Instead, I focused on the kid, Ricky, felt him pull me to the side, his life force an easy beacon. “Turn left.”

  O’Shea cranked the wheel to the right, heading toward the interstate. “We are not going after this kid yet.”

  I sat up, bracing myself against the cold. “I said turn left! The kid is the other way.”

  “You can’t go after him, not like this. You said you could get help in New Mexico, so that’s where we’re going.”

  My jaw dropped and I struggled to understand that O’Shea had just hijacked my plans. Shivering, my body was shaking so hard I couldn’t even still my fingers enough to lock my seatbelt around me.

  “Turn around, O’Shea. Kid first,” I said through chattering teeth.

  He shook his head, and I wanted to hit him. “You’ll pass out in the next few minutes, and then we’ll go where I say we’re going.”

  “Son of a bitch,” I yelled, trying to use my anger to fuel me, to gain enough energy to prove I could deal with this. The burst of anger did nothing but seem to drain me more, and I slumped into my seat, head lolling against Alex.