Imre: Drago Knights MC (Mating Fever) Read Free

that only his wings erupted and he grabbed Aranka and they glided onto the deck of the houseboat.
    She laughed. “I love flying.”
    “Me too.” His boots made a heavy thud on the deck and Pim came topside, an AK-47 at the ready.
    “Shit, man. It’s good to see you. Thanks for coming.” He held open his arms to embrace him as a brother.
    Imre hugged him and slapped his back. “Sorry it had to be this way. What do you got?”
    Pim cast a glance at Aranka.
    “She’s cool. You can talk in front of her. She’s Ondrej’s old lady’s sister.”
    “Oh, respect.” He held his fist over his heart.
    Aranka nodded, but kept silent.
    “Come inside.”
    They stepped through the glass door and into a room that was mostly white and stainless steel. It was utilitarian, but comfortable.
    “We’ve had some troopers on our asses, despite the appropriate payments.”
    Imre nodded. “We’ve got some big players on the field. Bigger than the Headhunters.”
    “I know the guy who was killed. Local meth dealer, no big loss. But my concern was why he’d give two shits about our cargo.”
    “Yeah. We’re sure we know who he’s working for. Just want to double check.”
    “There’s something else, man. Something that I feel crazy saying. I’ve heard things out in the swamp.”
    Imre studied him. “You mean like howling?”
    Pim nodded. “It ain’t right. The whole swamp gets quiet. Not even a frog, or buzzing insect to be heard. The night is so empty, it’s almost like it devours sound. It swallows it up. Then, the howls start and the swamp isn’t safe. Last week two kids disappeared and their bloody Chucks were found hanging in a tree.” He sighed. “How did you know it was howling? What’s in that shit we’re running? It sure as hell isn’t meth, or coke, or…”
    “No, my friend. It’s not. Being chapter president, the last president should’ve explained it to you. What it is.” He lifted his eyes, allowing his dragon to show through. “What we are.”
    “What the fuck?” he half-whispered.
    “I’m disappointed you didn’t know.”
    “That was you? The howling?” He swallowed hard, stank of fear, but still he stood tall.
    “To be able to fight a thing, you must know the thing. No, the howling wasn’t me, but I’m afraid you’re about to deal with some really nasty shit. Wouldn’t you rather know?”
    “Jesus Christ, you’re about to tell me all of my childhood fears are real, aren’t you?”
    “You don’t need me to tell you if you heard it howling.”
    “My granny swears the loup garou walk among us. She says this place is named after them. I chocked it up to an old woman’s stories.”
    “Loup garou do walk among you, but this thing, if I’m right, is not anything natural. He’s evil and he’s building an army.”
    Pim nodded, relief on his face. “I thought I was crazy. I half wanted to be crazy.”
    “How many did we lose when the Headhunters jacked us?”
    “Two and their bodies are missing from the morgue.”
    “Fuck. If you see them again, you’re going to have to put them down.”
    “Christ, I hope I never see them again.” He shook his head. “The Headhunters have a wolf on their patch… are they all…”
    “Nah. We have a dragon on our patch. Are you a dragon?” Imre teased.
    “No, but you are, aren’t you?” Pim was picking up on everything quickly and with minimal freak out. That boded well. It had been a mistake that he hadn’t been told. All the chapter presidents were supposed to know.
    “Yes.”
    “What about her?” He pointed at Aranka.
    “She’s not your concern.”
    Pim laughed and the tension building in the air dissipated. “Alright, alright, brother. I see you’ve staked your claim.”
    “Call the Headhunters to set the meet. Text me and let me know. Aranka and I are heading out. It’s been a long day.”
    “It would be an honor to have you stay here.”
    “Aranka has her heart set on camping out, but we appreciate your hospitality. It