Eric Moore

Are you sure?” My blood boiled as I sat on the phone with Jamal from the New Orleans Police Department.

“Positive,” Jamal said. “I overheard Ramirez talking about it to one of the officers here.”

I sighed as I held the phone close to my ears, irritated with the news I just got about Triniti. I could not believe she was pregnant by a fucking Greyson. She knew better than to fuck with one, but she disobeyed my warning.

“What do you want to do?”

I wanted to go to New Orleans and rip that son of a bitch’s head off. However, I could not go up there, showing my ass. I mean, I have not been up there for a long time and I’m pretty sure there was a top dog in my place as the best hunter in New Orleans.

“I’ll figure it out,” I told him. “Thanks, man.”

I hung up the phone and tossed it across the room. This news was something I was hoping to avoid. Without me there, there was no way for me to protect my daughter from those damn wolves. Especially, that fucking hybrid mutt, Dominic. He had become the vain of my existence when I found out Triniti was his psychologist.

Speaking of psychologist, something in my head told me that Dr. Martin knew about this. He was the one to report to me if anything happened with Triniti and he failed to do that. I got up from the couch and walked over to where I had chugged the phone. I grabbed it off the ground and checked to see if it was cracked or anything. I groaned, annoyed with how Apple Iphones' crack so damn easily.

“Fucking Apple,” I whispered to myself.

I was still able to see my screen, though. So, I went to the contacts and pulled up Dr. Martin’s number. A call to the Bayou Asylum would be perfect, I thought to myself as I heard the dial tone from the phone. It didn’t ring long for Dr. Martin to answer the phone.

“Bayou Asylum,” He replied into the phone. “How can I help you?”

“Hello, Daniel,” I said into the phone.

 He didn’t say anything for a minute. He must have heard the tone I had in my voice when he answered the phone.

“Hello, Mr. Moore,” He said, voice shaking a little bit.

“I have a question for you, and you need to be honest with me. It looks like a friend of mines from the police department got wind about Triniti and this Greyson mutt. Please tell me it’s not true that my daughter is pregnant by him?”

I stood in the kitchen, next to the table. My fingernails tapped the clear glass top as I waited for him to answer. He sighed and I stopped tapping, already knowing the answer. This was something that should not have happened and now that it is, it looks like I’m going to have to come down there to handle it.

“I’m coming down there,” I told him. “You and I are going to have some words, too.”

“I understand, Sir.”

“Good, you have a goodnight.”

I hung up the phone and slammed my hand on the glass top. The glass cracked underneath my fist and I was not even surprise. I was more heated than anything. If Triniti gotten pregnant by Dominic, then she must’ve found out about them being wolves. Not only them, but about me as well. That was not the only thing that worried me. Since Dominic knocked up Triniti, that means war was indeed, bound to happen.

“Damn it, Trin,” I whispered to myself. “What have you done?”

I decided it was time for my family to head back to the “Big Easy" city. Things got out of hand because I was not there. I could not keep New Orleans safe, but I will fix all of that once I got down there.

“Are you okay?” I heard my wife’s voice behind me.

I turned and saw Amanda, standing on the last step of the stairs. The way she looked in that black baby doll lingerie turned me on. My wife always looked good and took care of herself, knowing that was a weakness to me. She did not have any scratches or bruises on her alabaster skin. She always made sure it was soft and smooth to her liking and of course, mines. Her body was so amazing, and she had the right amount of curves that I adored.

“Looks like we’re going to have to move back to New Orleans,” I told her, checking her out with my eyes.

“Is Triniti okay?”

I just looked at her and she sighed. My wife knew it was about her because I would not suggest an emergency evacuation from Los Angeles.

“So, she messed with one of them.” She said, walking over to me. “I knew we should have been honest with her.”

“I feel we need to be honest with both of them.”

She stood in front of me and I looked down at her. Amanda was a lot shorter than me. I stood at a good 6’1 and she stood at 5'2. I moved her red hair to the side and begun placing kisses on her neck.

“Do you have a date of when we are moving?” She asked in between soft moans.

“I have to do some things out here before we leave,” I told her. “But it will be really soon.”

I looked down and stared into her big sapphire eyes that sparkled when they stared back at me.

“Can we not think about that right now?” I asked her. “I need you right now.”

She gave me her beautiful smile and that alone gave me my answer. She grabbed my hand and led me over to the stairs. We walked up the steps together and I was ready to end this night with passionate love making. I needed to clear my head after what I found out about Triniti because I knew there was something I must do. Even though, I do not want to, it's a law within my family that I must abide by.

I must get rid of Triniti and Dominic, my grandkids included.