We’re coming into the home stretch of Dio. I think by the end of September this book will be done. I’ll try to get a m/f posting up sometime this week also.
Dio waited three days before he tried to contact his mother. He couldn’t understand Varick’s insistence on going to the meeting and he had hoped to talk him out of it. Unfortunately the stubborn wolf wouldn’t change his mind.
“I have to go,” Varick insisted. “I can’t live with myself if I let you walk into danger alone.”
“You can’t live with yourself if my mother kills you either,” Dio argued.
Varick folded his arms and refused to back down. Dio wished for a minute that he’d fallen for someone else. Someone less stubborn maybe less wolfy.
“Fine but if she splits you open and eats your insides I’m going to say I told you so!” Dio shouted.
Varick smiled. “I doubt I’ll care.”
Dio gave up. Nothing he said made any difference. His lover didn’t seem to care about his upcoming demise and Dio couldn’t force the man to make sense. “All right I’ll contact her,” he agreed.
“Good.” The smile Varick gave him made Dio wonder if he should’ve given in to his wolf man. Maybe knocking him on the head and beating him senseless would work better.
Ignoring Varick’s smug expression Dio focused on the mirror above his dresser. Closing his eyes he focused on his mother. What she liked to wear. What she liked to do. How she liked to torture others.
“Wow,” Varick’s soft whisper made Dio’s eyes snap open.
His mother stared at him with amusement. “Missing something my sweet boy?”
“I want you to leave this plane alone mother.” Dio insisted. How could he live safely with his mate if his mother haunted them like a poltergeist and infested his world?
“You never like it when I have a bit of fun,” she complained.
“Trying to take over the world is more than a bit of fun. Give it up or I will take action.” There he’d warned her. He couldn’t do anything more.
“Don’t stand in my way Dio or you will regret it.” Gone was the pretend playfulness as his mother’s true nature came to the forefront.
Dio ran his fingers through his hair. The motion caused the medallion to slide out of his shirt.
“What’s that?” His mother pointed to Dio’s necklace.
Dio lifted the pendent as if trying to remember what he wore. “I got it at a junk store, I liked its design.”
He shivered as his mother eyes the necklace.
“Give it to me!” She demanded.
“No.” Dio folded his arms. He never gave his mother whatever she wanted. If she wanted to poison herself, she’d have to insist.