Page 78 of Bad Blood Wolf

He gazed at Timber. “This way, I can leave him bleeding on your floor instead of mine. Saves on all that mopping up. Oh, I also may need to borrow one of your corporate jets in the next few days. I’ll supply the pilot.”

Timber opened his mouth to object, but Flynn talked over him. “Or, I can tell the Council that Nashville broke our treaty, less than three months after making it, by going after the mate of one of my crew.”

The word ‘mate’ raised Timber’s eyebrows again, but Brody just gave him a bland look, even though he was fizzing with happiness inside. Jasmin slid her hand into his and squeezed it.

Flynn finished, “And, I’ll tell them that you were party to dealing with underground shifter hunters and sanctioned the kidnapping of an unaffiliated wolf and turning her over for illegal experimentation.”

There was a beat of silence. Timber sighed.

“Fine. You can have him. I’ll draw up the paperwork. You can come and get it on Monday, or I can fax it—”

Flynn laughed. Nobody else moved. They all just stood there, arms folded, gazing at Timber.

“Fine, I’ll do it now.”

“Better hurry,” Flynn said. “Bastian will probably still make it, but it’s getting to be a close thing.”

“Damn,” Sloan said. “He’s not dead yet? You gotta try harder next time, Brody.”

“I can finish him off for you,” Xander offered helpfully.

Flynn didn’t say anything, just gave Timber his crazy grin.

Timber tapped the intercom on his desk and gave instructions to his assistant. They all stood and waited until she brought in the paperwork. She was a petite blond, and looked terrified of the Bad Bloods.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Xander said, grinning at her through the blood caked on his face. “Looking for a mate?”

She scuttled out again.

Xander put on an offended face. “She didn’t even ask to see my dick.” He looked at Lissa. “At least you offered to take a look at it, when I asked you.”

“Tried to intimidate me, you mean,” she said. “You’re lucky I like you, or I’d kick you right now.”

Timber signed three copies of the papers, then passed them off to Brody to sign. They said that Brody was released from all obligations to the Nashville pack, and they contained a generous severance offer. With a check.

Sweet.

Flynn checked over the papers, signed, then handed one copy back to Timber, with a nice bloody thumbprint on it. He folded the other two. One he stuck in the pocket of his combat vest, and the other, with the check, he shoved into the pocket of Brody’s shirt, patting it with his palm afterwards.

“Let’s go,” he said.

As they trooped out, Flynn added, “Merry Fucking Christmas, Jaz.”

Brody grinned.