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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

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  Wolf

  A Sons of Sangue Novel

  Book 7

  PATRICIA A. RASEY

  © 2019 by Patricia A. Rasey

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  Wolf: Sons of Sangue

  Grigore “Wolf” Lupei left his past behind and for good reason. Staying with Caitlyn Summers would have held her back, would have stifled her dreams and her beautiful voice that deserved to be shared on a world stage. Instead, Wolf’s stayed away while her career flourishes, convincing himself he's content to watch Caitlyn from the sidelines despite knowing she'll never forgive him for walking out. Wolf can't let her know the truth. He's not the man she used to love--no longer a man at all, but a creature of the darkness. A lethal vampire and member of the Sons of Sangue MC. But when he learns someone has threatened Caitlyn's life, nothing will stop him from keeping her safe.

  Caitlyn Summers is at the height of her career, performing sold-out shows all over the world. When a death threat comes, she refuses to cancel her tour, reluctantly agreeing to a hire a bodyguard. She never dreamed the one man who broke her heart would come walking back into her life to protect her. She’s never gotten over Wolf, but putting her life in his hands is the last thing Caitlyn wants--especially when she realizes what he's become. But there's no denying her desire for the dangerous man, and as the spotlight thrusts her into a killer's reach, Wolf will have to prove that Caitlyn can not only trust him with her life, but with her heart as well.

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  Dedication

  To those of you waiting for WOLF—

  This one’s for you!

  To my bestie, Lara—

  here’s to 20+ more years of friendship!

  To Barb, for years of friendship—

  thank you for not only reading my chapters

  as I finish them, but offering great advice when I’m stuck.

  To my husband, my boys and their wives—

  and especially my grand babies!

  You guys are the loves of my life!

  And a HUGE special thank you to my editor—

  you make me a better writer!

  Reviews of RYDER

  “The passion between these two will burn you up. So be ready for one hot steamy ride... One you definitely won’t be putting down until the end and even then it will leave you wanting it to never end!! Two thumbs up!! A must read book and series!!”

  —Joey, GoodReads

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  "This book was a suck you in book...You will not be disappointed. I love every one of the boys from the MC Sons of Sangue; its so hard to choose."

  —LaWanna, GoodReads

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  "This is a great story with glimpses from all your favorite Sons of Sangue and their Mates, tons of action, emotion and steam!"

  —Melody, GoodReads

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  "This is a series that I find very entertaining. It has a bit of everything - the feeling of family, a strong paranormal romance, the vampire angle, the biker camaraderie and brotherhood, some violence, some conflict and some jealousy & amid the seriousness there is always a bit of humour."

  —Deb, GoodReads

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  “As always, this author has hit it out of the park. Grigore "Wolf" Lupei is yet another Son of Sangue to fall in love with. The romance between him and Caitlyn is one to set the readers heart on fire.”

  —Sue, GoodReads

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  Chapter 1

  “Who the hell are you?”

  “The better question might be ‘How the hell did you get in here?’” Grigore squared his shoulders. “Because, if I bothered with a question, that’s the one I’d want an answer for. And every dumb fuck who let me slip by would get his ass handed to him or be given his walking papers.”

  Grigore “Wolf” Lupei stood backstage at Detroit’s Progressive Arena. Sure in the hell not by choice, otherwise he’d still be in Oregon with his MC, the Sons of Sangue. The fact he was actually positioned within striking distance of the beautiful pop star currently on stage made him madder than a hornet. He shouldn’t have gotten anywhere near her without proper credentials.

  The six-foot-three, 240-plus-pounds of all muscle roadie asking the question might’ve been a scary presence to a normal person. But to a blood-sucking vampire? He wasn’t even a blip on Grigore’s radar.

  The man’s brows drew together. “What are you? A dumbass?”

  Since Grigore stood about three inches shorter than the jerk, he supposed it gave the man bravado. The fool.

  “No, I’m the man about to hand you your ass.”

  The big guy took a roundhouse swing. Grigore blocked it, then punched him in the face, snapping his head back. Blood splattered, and the man cried out, his hand covering his broken nose.

  “Shit!” he griped.

  Grigore might’ve told him who he was at that moment and saved him a serious beatdown, had the bonehead’s cronies not come to his rescue. Suddenly, Grigore was surrounded by a legion of men hired for the singer’s protection. He didn’t bother counting how many circled him. After all, this would be over in a matter of minutes, then he’d look up Caitlyn Summers’s manger, Ryan Baxter, who had hired him.

  While the man with the broken nose wisely took a step back, the other men came forward. Grigore easily blocked the biggest share of the punches and kicks, sending each roadie sailing through the air one-by-one. Most stayed down after being knocked silly, their cranium hitting cement walls or the floor, while those not-so-smart came at him for another round. Within moments, all of the men were groaning, wisely staying put. Grigore, on the other hand, remained standing, barely feeling what the men had doled out.

  The first man glared at him. “What the fuck do you want, asshole?”

  “Careful, I might think you want a little more pain. Show some respect or I’ll toss you out myself.”

  Ryan Baxter, dressed in slacks and a collared shirt, took that moment to show his face. His eyes rounded as his gaze swept the sea of men before landing on Grigore. “I guess Caitlyn’s mom had the right man for the job.”

  “It’s a good thing I accepted if this is all you got.”

  Ryan nodded toward the first man. “Go get cleaned up, Josh. Take these guys with you. I have some business to discuss with Wolf.”

  “You know this jerk?”

  “I hired him, so you best get used to taking orders from him. Now get out
of here before I decide to fire the lot of you.” He turned to Grigore and shook his hand. “Glad to see you decided to join the tour.”

  “I said I’d be here. I keep my word.”

  Caitlyn’s angelic voice carried to his ears as she sang on-stage, oblivious to what was going on behind the scenes. Her focus was where it needed to be, on her fans. Following tonight’s performance would be soon enough for her to find out her ex-boyfriend was about to become her personal bodyguard.

  Christ, his dick half-hardened at the thought of following Cait around twenty-four-seven. She may hate him, and rightfully so, for walking out on her fifteen years ago without so much as a goodbye. Grigore, though, still held a special spot for her in his heart, and he supposed he always would.

  But he’d be damned before he ever told her.

  The last thing he needed was for her to think they go could go back to what they had before. She had her life in the spotlight, while he had his reasons for needing to stay out of it. He was here because he had a job to do—keep her alive. His cock might have another pursuit in mind, but that wasn’t going to happen.

  Damn good thing he had a will made of iron.

  “You didn’t check in to get your passes and clearance.”

  Grigore smiled, but there was no humor in him. As a matter of fact, he was damn pissed. “No, I didn’t. And yet I managed to get all the way back here without having done so. Had I been the man wanting to hurt Cait, no one would’ve stopped me. Your security is lacking, Ryan. You need to fix that.”

  “That’s why I hired you.” His smug smile said he had all the answers. “Security issue fixed.”

  “Wrong. I’m here to protect Cait, and you can bet your ass I’ll do my job.” He growled, letting Ryan know exactly how unhappy he was about the current situation. “You fix the hole that allowed me to get back here in the first place. Caitlyn’s mother trusted me enough to give you my name and I aim to see that trust isn’t misplaced. You found me and called me, asked for my help. Well, I’m here now and I take this job very serious. We both do our jobs and Cait won’t have a worry in the world. We find the fuck who threatened to kill her and I’ll personally take him out. Once the threat is removed, I can get back to my life in Oregon.”

  “You sound pretty confident you can make that happen.”

  “I just took out a good deal of your men.”

  “Point taken.”

  “This asswipe will pray for Hell before I get done with him.” Grigore wrung his hands together, wanting to wrap them around the throat of the person daring to threaten Cait’s life. “You do your job, Ryan. Run the show, fix your security. Let me do what you hired me for. From here on out, Caitlyn Summers isn’t going to be out of my sight for a second. She may hate me for it, but since she already does, not much is going to change.”

  Ryan half-smiled. “Still glad you’re here, man,” he said and walked away.

  Grigore watched his retreating back until he turned the corner at the end of the hall. Regardless of the flaw in Ryan’s security, the man was likable enough. He seemed to have Cait’s best interests at heart, which alone accounted for a lot in Grigore’s book.

  He took the seven metal stairs to side-stage where he could watch Cait in action. The vampire part of his nature rose swiftly as soon as he saw her. Grigore tamped it back, nearly growling his frustration. He was in a shit-ton of trouble. Caitlyn Summers wasn’t just beautiful. No, on a Richter scale she was a nine, causing near or total destruction of anyone’s heart should they be unlucky enough to fall for her. With her long golden-blond hair and azure blue eyes, she was a fucking knockout, if not more so than the day he walked out of her life fifteen years ago. It would’ve been for good, too, had it not been for her manager’s phone call, insisting he join the tour because some shit-for-brains had sent several untraceable letters threatening her life.

  Cait wore a silver mesh dress, ending at her upper thigh. Large round pearls studded the gorgeous ensemble. Four straps of beads and pearls lay across her upper arms and shoulders in place of sleeves. Thankfully, the dress was high around the neck, showing nothing of the generous swell of her breasts. As it was, the five-inch silver heels were enough to shake his libido awake.

  He had already seen her naked and could still vividly recall every inch of her flawless creamy-white flesh. What the hell she had been doing with the likes of him, he’d never know. Walking out of her life had done her one hell of a favor. She may not have recognized it when she awoke and found him gone, but look at her now. Her screaming fans and sold-out shows around the world proved as much. He knew for a fact she filled stadiums wherever she went.

  Tonight’s show kicked off the American tour, and Grigore planned to be there every step of the way—no matter what the pop star had to say about it. If someone was out to kill Caitlyn Summers, he’d have to do so over Grigore’s dead body. And since he was immortal, this faceless coward had his work cut out for him.

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  Caitlyn stood center stage, silver heels planted shoulder-width apart, as she belted out the last note from her encore. The roar of the crowd was deafening, putting a large smile on her face. She’d never get used to the rush her fans gave her when she performed live.

  Nothing like it in the world.

  Opening night had been a complete success. Her fans had sung along with some of her more popular songs and also seemed to enjoy the ones off her newly released chart-topping eighth album.

  Life couldn’t get better. Well, other than the annoying death threat she had received a little over a week ago. Part of Caitlyn didn’t take seriously the couple of letters that had arrived, telling her that she needed to die and this faceless person was going to make sure that happened. The world was full of crackpots. The other part of her was terrified he might try to make good on his threat.

  Her mother had demanded she cancel the tour, something Caitlyn could never imagine doing. Her fans had secured concert tickets months ago just to see her perform. No way in hell was she disappointing them.

  Ryan assured her he had taken care of security and had somehow convinced her mother that her precious daughter would be in very capable hands. Whatever he had done to ensure that, Caitlyn couldn’t be happier. She didn’t need the specifics; the results were more than sufficient. A few nights prior, her mother had finally stopped insisting she cancel the tour. And seeing her fans’ reaction to her high-energy show tonight, Caitlyn couldn’t be more pleased to have won that battle.

  Her gaze swept the sold-out arena, stopping to the left of the darkened building. Lights illuminated the exits, which were all empty but one. Her focus fixed on the large man filling the open space. She couldn’t see much from where she stood, not with the stage lights blinding her. But as they dimmed, signaling her cue to leave the stage, she couldn’t help but notice the longish hair and tattoos covering his massive arms. Something about the way the man stood there, arms out on each side of him, hands braced on the cement walls, evoked a memory. Someone she hadn’t seen in fifteen years, and yet, he never seemed far from her recollections.

  It couldn’t be.

  Not a phone call, a text … or anything. It was as if he had vanished, fallen off the face of the Earth. But even so, she’d recognize that cocky stance anywhere. The man dropped his hands from the half walls, turned and headed into the corridor, disappearing from sight. Surely, it was nothing more than her overactive imagination. No way in hell would Grigore Lupei turn up here, of all places.

  Hanging the microphone on the stand, she formed a heart with her hands over her chest and said, “Goodnight! And thank you for coming to my show!”

  The noise from the fans rose in volume as she was escorted from the stage by three roadies, followed by her hired musicians. Having done an encore, it was time to head for her dressing room and a large bottle of water, not to mention to kick off her ridiculously high heels. Though she wore them often in her line of work, she preferred a pair of flats or flip-flops.

  Ryan met her bac
kstage, handing her a bottle of water, and followed her entourage to the door where the venue had pasted a star with her name. “Great job out there tonight, Caitlyn. What a way to open the tour. I’m sure you’ll be all over social media tomorrow.”

  She opened the door and Ryan followed her through, shutting out the rest of the crew. Fresh fruit and cold bottles of water decorated one end of a long table along the far wall. The other end had a pot of hot brewed tea and a small jar of organic honey, one of Caitlyn’s go-tos following a performance.

  Uncapping the water, she lifted the bottle to her lips and took a long drag. “I certainly hope so. It makes my day to surf the Internet after a show and see all the videos and pictures posted by fans. It tells me they really enjoyed themselves.”

  “Judging by what I saw out there, they got their money’s worth.”

  Caitlyn closed the distance to her manager and gave him her back. “A little help?”

  Ryan slid the zipper down her dress, while she crossed her arms over her front to hold it in place. Walking behind the dressing screen, she shimmied out of the garment, and stepped out of her heels, before pulling on a pair of dark-washed slim-fitting jeans and a vintage concert tee. She slipped on her OluKai leather flip-flops, then stepped around the divider.

  Ryan leaned one hip against the table bearing the fruit basket and bit into a large red apple. “There is something you need to know.”

  “What’s that? Please don’t tell me anything that might kill my buzz. Tonight was an awesome show and I’m feeling pretty damn good about it.”

  He fidgeted with his apple, having trouble keeping eye contact. Whatever it was, Caitlyn was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like it. What the heck had her mother done now?