Accidentally Wolf

ACCIDENTALLY WOLF

By

Erin R.
Flynn

* * * *

Accidentally Wolf

©
201
2
Joyee Flynn

First E-book Publication: October 2012

Cover design by
Sloan Winters

A SUPERNATU
RAL SCRIPT INC
.
BOOK

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED:
This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. It
is
fiction so facts and events may not be accurate except to the current world the book takes place in.

DEDICATION

To everyone who believed in me and helped me make this book a reality. It’s been my dream since I was a little lass to be published and see my name on the cover of a book. There are three people I want to single:

Mom, thank you for
always
pushing me farther and supporting my goals. You’re my biggest cheerleader
,
and I love you more than I can put into words. Most people aren’t blessed with a parent
who is
truly one of their best friends, but I’m one of the lucky ones.

Tara, you’re always there. Drunken sobbing rants, jokes I can’t keep to myself, and countless “what do you think of this?” Seriously, one day you will be the Saint of fabulous. Friend doesn’t quiet cover what you are to me because you’re so much more. I think
sister
,
partner in crime
, and
favorite corrupter
are a good start. I love you
,
and my life is so much better for having you in it.

Gram, for being the coolest grandmother on the planet.
Everyone I brag to about how wonderful you are
gets
so jealous. You’ve been supportive every day of my life
,
and I love you so much. I grew up with two strong female role models and hopefully you are proud of the way I turned out. I only wish you were closer so you’d feed me… I really miss your cooking.

ACCIDENTALLY WOLF

A Seraphine Thomas Novel

ERIN R
FLYNN

Copyright © 2012

Chapter 1

“
Hold your positions until Thomas gives the go,
”
Frank said into our
ear pieces
.
“
We need
her to give us
a visual of Bernard before we move in.
”

There were two local SWAT
teams
joining our FBI
one
for this raid. I had been working this case for over nine months to get us to this point. Infiltrating
potentially
one of the last mob families had left me completely on my own. The risk of being exposed had been too great. Every meeting, every buy
,
had been without backup or a safety net. It felt strange to have one again.

I took a deep breath, smoothed out
the glossy leather material of
my
tight
black
skirt and headed inside the abandoned warehouse.
Normally I wouldn
’
t have been caught dead in such an outfit
.
One
that left
so
little to the imagination. For Pete
’
s sake, the slit almost went all the way up to my hip, but I had to play the part. No matter how hard it was at times.

This case had left me more frazzled than any other of my career. Not because I was having trouble fitting into Chicago
’
s underworld, but because it seemed to come very easily to me.
Since I was one of the good guys, I found how well I fit into character disturbing.

Walking into the warehouse, my senses were
on high alert. My ears
detect
ed
the faintest crunch as my stiletto boots came in contact with the thin film of dirt covering the concrete fl
oor.
I inhaled
the
scent of
rotting wood, dust
,
and a
hint
of perspiration.
Then I observed
the group of men standing
in the building
’
s center, their beefy bodies slightly obscuring the large crates behind them
.

“
So nice of you to join us, Ms. Penar,
”
Bernard said loudly
, running his ring-covered hand through his slicked-back,
thick
red hair,
as I walked closer to the group.
“
I was beginning to get annoyed at your tardiness.
”

Bernard Dorcus was a bad guy with a capital
B
. We weren
’
t sure yet if he had any mob ties because so far everything we had said he was an independent contractor. But the families weren
’
t know
n
for letting other criminals on their turf. Unless maybe he supplied them. That
’
s what we were trying to find out
as well as
where he got his product.

Right now, we did know that he was
a facilitator. Anything someone needed off the black market, Bernard could get it. And that didn
’
t fly with the FBI or myself considering he was doing
it
in the city I loved.

“
A woman
’
s prerogative, of course,
”
I replied
,
flawlessly slipping into my Eastern European accent
, giving a bored flick of my
long
blonde
hair
.
“
You know I do not show myself until my boys make sure the meeting is clean and free of any men in blue. I am the brains of the operation
.
I
t keeps my lovely ass out of prison. Besides
,
I find all the
testosterone
needed while men show their dominance a bore.
”

“
Yes, as you have stated before,
”
Bernard replied,
complete with
an
eye roll this time
. He was
clearly annoyed
.
“
Can we get on with it already?
”

“
Ah, so American
.
”
I chuckled
and clucked my tongue
.
“
S
kip the foreplay and go right for the sweet spot. As you wish.
”
I turned slightly and beckoned one of the men behind me with a gesture of my hand.
“
Milo
,
show the man the money.
”

Milo wasn
’
t FBI
.
N
one of
the
guys
in my entourage were
. They were
muscle for hire, c
ontacts I
’
d made
years
before
on another undercover operation
.
This wasn
’
t the first time I
’
d used this
a
lias
,
and the Bureau had gone through a lot of trouble to make sure
I
would pass any background check.

They were
filled
in at the last minute today. After being assured that they would receive immunity, they agreed to help with the plan.
They weren
’
t squeaky clean, but they weren
’
t the bad guys either. Milo and his team might skirt the law, or intentionally look the other direction while something happened. We could have found something to charge them with, of that I was sure, but we needed their help to sell my cover.

Bernard
wouldn
’
t have just checked me out. Any gun runner with his salt would have run background checks on my entire crew. Milo and the rest of the hired muscle
had the resumes I needed to make my story believable.
T
hey were too good to ever get caught doing anything illegal. The lot of them were ex-military that turned mercenary
as well as
local enforcers.

I
’
d checked them out as well. While they worked for nefarious guys on occasion, they
didn
’
t have any criminal records
. Milo and the others
just
weren
’
t
regular bodyguards that Hollywood would
hire
,
though really they fell under that job description. They
simply
didn
’
t ask questions normal bodyguards would
like… W
hy are so many people after you? What
’
s in that case handcuffed to your wrist?

That
’
s why they worked in this situation and why we weren
’
t trying to arrest them as well. They weren
’
t the monsters in the room by any means of the word.

I watched the exchange
,
Milo showing
everyone
the two cases full of three million dollars before Bernard revealed the weapons we were there to purchase.
The Bureau had wanted to get a sample of Be
r
nard
’
s inventory
,
and
,
since gun runners don
’
t just show you the stock without putting in an order
…
We had to set up a buy
so we could figure out the
extent of his organization later to shut it down.

After I confirmed Bernard was at the buy and the weapons were here, my job was to get
Bernard
’
s men away from the weapons before giving the signal to the men outside.

“
My, my,
”
I cooed walking over to the crates.
“
What lovely merchandise you have
,
Bernard.
”