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“Did guard duty pay off though?” Rowdy lifted a brow, staring back at his cousin questioningly.
Dawg grinned in satisfaction. “Guard duty paid. I slipped out the doggie hole and found a nice little perch topside. We had some definite movement. ”
Natches’s eyes opened as he straightened in his seat, his expression going as darkly dangerous as Rowdy felt. Evidently this wasn’t information Natches had been given, which surprised Rowdy.
“What kind of movement?” Rowdy asked, paying attention to the dangerous, predatory light that gleamed in Natches’s expression as Dawg continued.
“Little fellow, barely taller than Kelly. Dressed in hunting gear with a hooded mask. He was being real careful. Watching the house from heavy cover. I couldn’t get a shot. ”
“Did you recognize anything?” They were getting close. The stalker was losing his grip on reality if he had followed them so quickly.
Kelly’s stalker was obviously beginning to crack, and that was what they needed. Just a small fracture in his self-control and they would have him.
Dawg shook his head. “I watched him as best I could. Maybe something will trigger if I see him around anywhere. ” A grimace twisted his expression. “Catching him might not be easy, but I have a feeling he’ll make another move soon. ”
Of course he would, he considered Kelly his. The fact that the Nauti Boys had her, were possibly sharing her, would be too much for his tenuous hold on reality to survive.
“I’ll take guard duty from here on out,” Natches spoke up then, his voice bland, unassuming. Dangerous. A good ole boy attitude covering a steel core of determination.
Rowdy stared back at him curiously. Natches had changed in ways that were hard to put a finger on. He had returned from the Marines only months before Rowdy had, quieter and a hell of a lot harder than he had been when he went in. That hardness was more than maturity and confidence, more than a soldier who had seen battle in the sands of another nation. Despite his vow that he had never grown up, somehow, Rowdy knew better.
“Fine. ” Rowdy nodded slowly. “You take watch. We’ll head into town in the morning, take Kelly shopping, do some stocking up. We’ll let the bastard see what he’s missing. If he’s the nutcase I suspect, he’ll hit by tomorrow night.
“Are we going to give him an opening?” Natches’s voice softened.
“We can’t make it look too easy. He has to work for it. ” Rowdy sat back in the chair, considering their options. “Dawg, weaken the security monitor on the kitchen window, and in the shrubbery beneath it. Make it look natural, something he can get through. He’s broken the women’s security systems so he’s not a stranger to it. Let’s see what the bastard’s made of. ”
Dawg nodded sharply as Natches continued to watch them with a hard, merciless stare that assured Rowdy that he wasn’t the only one waiting to shed blood.
Rowdy turned his gaze back to Natches, realizing in that second that he had seen the look in his friend’s eyes before. He had seen it in another man’s eyes, a Marine assassin. He had worked alone, disappearing for weeks at a time and returning with that same dead, cold chill in his eyes.
Hell. He blew out a silent breath as Natches met his eyes, his expression never changing. What the hell had Natches gotten into while he was in the service?
“Go ahead and set up,” Rowdy told him quietly. “Let me know before morning how you want to play it. ”
Dawg’s head had lowered, proof that he was aware of a truth that Rowdy hadn’t been privy to. A truth he still wasn’t certain of the details to.
“I’ll go public with you when you need me to,” Natches said softly. “I’ll use the bolt-hole otherwise. ”
The bolt-hole, or dog door as Dawg had amusingly named it, was the single, secret entrance into the house from a shrub-hidden door several hundred feet around the base of the hill. Dawg wasn’t the trusting sort, and his time in the Marines hadn’t helped his trust issues any.
“Boys, we need to talk when this is all over and done,” Rowdy sighed, watching the weary resignation in his cousins’ eyes. “Keeping secrets among ourselves isn’t a good thing, ya know?”
Dawg grunted, a sound of wry amusement that was typical Dawg. Natches’s lips quirked into a smile.
“A good drunk maybe,” Dawg growled as he rose from his chair and paced across the room toward the kitchen. “Until then, boys, I need food. You want me to take mess duty?”
Rowdy’s eyes met Natches’s in shock, as his cousin’s widened in horror.
“Hell no!” They both came out of their seats, rushing for the kitchen as they heard pans rattling beneath the stove cabinet and remembered Dawg’s past attempts at manning a stove. The memory wasn’t a pleasant one.
He had checked on his girls. His special good girls. Kelly was weak—she was allowing herself to be degraded, to be taken. Oh, how he had hoped she had been the only one. He had prayed, prayed so long and hard that his good girls were waiting on him.
He curled into the corner of the small dark apartment, rocking himself gently as he stared at the first of his lovers. He had thought she was so pure, so sweet. With her long, silken blond hair, and her innocent blue eyes. She had a soft voice, one that stroked the senses and made him think of his mother before she became a whore. Before she had turned his father away, before his father had stolen him away for his mother’s sins. They had to punish her. She hadn’t been a good girl.
He sniffed, realizing he was crying. He hated crying. Crying never helped, tears made a man weak, he remembered that from his father’s lessons. A man had to do what he had to do. His father had been weak. The old man had cried, he had raged but he had left the depraved creature he had married rather than punishing her.
He should have punished her. If his father had punished his mother, then she wouldn’t have been so bad. She would have been the good wife and mother she should have been. If she had been a good woman, then she wouldn’t have lost her son.
