18 Ch 18 The Wolf Shows Ou (1/2)
I stood waiting. Ed must have heard us talking because he came out of one of the rooms with Derrick. He rapped on the other doors as he came, and the other guys worked their way to the living room.
The basement door flung open. I was glad I wasn't blocking it like Mac had been.
Mac literally shoved me out of the way, ran out the front door, and heaved into the bushes there. It didn't look like he was in a hurry to leave them. A second round of Mac throwing up in the bushes had all of the guys exchanging looks between Mac and me and Dad, who had finally come up from the basement.
I threw Dad a questioning look.
He shrugged. ”I took my time. Maybe I should have gone faster.”
I shrugged back and grinned.
I don't know how many times while watching a movie Mom, he and I would shift. One hand, one foot, full shift starting in different areas of the body. It had been like a game of follow the leader, each of us matching the other's shifts. Control of the shift was something he had drilled into me.
”At least Running Elk was able to hold it.”
Dad threw me an indecipherable look and took up a spot on the one couch waiting for Mac to come back in. I opted for the floor close to dad, sitting cross legged across from the guys and ready for whatever happened next.
A very peaked looking Mac finally came back in. He went straight to the kitchen, banged all the cupboards around, cussed, and finally poured himself a glass of water. He stood in the kitchen doorway for a minute chugging it down. He turned around, slamming the glass on the kitchen table, before coming to sit on the couch across from dad.
”Tell me I did not just see that.”
Dad shook his head gently.
”My father walked out of the Black Forest. I can't really tell you more than that.”
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”You ever...”
Dad took a guess at what he meant. He looked thoughtfully at the small group of men standing off to the side before looking back to Mac.
”Twice. The first time by accident. The man was a rapist hunting on the college campus where I met his mother. We fought, he died. Second time was his mother, at her request. She was beautiful...”
I chuckled a bit when the silence drew out and Mac got uncomfortable.
”Dad gets to thinking about Mom and he zones out a bit sometimes. Mom was awesome.”
Dad and I shared a smile. After another moment Mac cleared his throat.
”You think that's what happened...”
He couldn't finish it. He headed to the bushes for a third heave. When he got back as far as standing in the front doorway, I answered his question.
”Without a doubt. Shitty ass handling of it too. Owww!”
Dad had thunked me on the head. ”Watch your language.”
”Yes sir.” How else can you answer your dad?
Dad motioned to the spot Mac had been sitting and waited until Mac sat down.
”This is how this is going to work. For now, it stays between you, me, and Little Wolf. You do not speak of it to your men.”
Mac started to say something and dad's look hardened.
”No. You listen!”
Dad's voice held a touch of a growl. His eyes on Mac were a hard wolf's stare. He leaned forward slightly.
”I am The Black Wolf. I tell you, the wolf protects its own. You think you watch over your little establishment here? You cannot compare with me protecting my own.
”Your friend? You can't understand. You can't help, not with that. You haven't thought through the ramifications. I have spent my life thinking of nothing else. You haven't considered the possible different scenarios. I have. You want to walk in my world big man? Come back down to the basement again with me if you dare.”
Wow! Who knew my dad was such a bad ass? His tone had been challenging. He didn't let up his stare the whole time. Mac was sweating bullets, literally. Big drops of sweat fell off him.
”We do black ops.”
”Mac!”
Some of the guys were surprised that Mac blurted that out, spilling the beans about what they do. Honestly though, I wasn't surprised. Almost all of the fighters were really, really good. Most seemed to have military tats of one kind or another.
”Shut it!” Mac barely looked at the guys before focusing on my dad. ”We run certain types of gigs, usually overseas. We have different teams we swap out between. I was considering recruiting your son. I won't.”
Dad sat back and smiled, arms stretched out along the back of the couch.
”Little Wolf is his own man. The decision is his to make, not mine. Mac, believe me that for now, are you listening? For now, it is better not to say anything. In time,” Dad paused, ”perhaps. Tell your friend.. no, that won't work. He'd never find The Pointe with his handicap. Little Wolf?”
”He needs... tell Lone Wolf to work on endurance and coordination. He'll know what I mean.”
”Seriously? You're calling him Lone Wolf?” Mac asked with this incredulous look on his face.
”There's a reason. He didn't give me anything to call him,” I said grinning. ”Why not keep to a wolf theme? You just call him Lone Wolf. He'll understand. Tell him you met my dad, who's willing to help, but you should act confused about helping on what; after all, he didn't tell you. If he wants, we can set up a meet. We can let you know roughly where the pointe is. He might be able to find it.”
I turned to Dad, considering.
”As much noise as he makes, you'd hear him if he was anywhere around. Any weekend should be a good time?” I asked Dad.
Dad nodded and I continued.
”Tell him I said he's got to double down on what I asked of him when he meets my dad.”
”What did you ask of him?” asked Dad.
I got up and whispered in Dad's ear about the kneeling and... he waved me off.
”Triple down. He comes to me acting like that and I'll knock him into tomorrow. You can tell him I said so.”
”And that's suppose to gain his confidence so he'll trust you to help? Threatening to knock him out?”
I laughed, as much as the looks on the guys faces that Mac just accepted the fact dad would be able to knock his friend out, as at Mac's derisive tone.