Casey paused, and I could hear him gently sucking on his teeth. “Shit,
Savannah. I don’t know. I’m pretty sure they want to skin me alive up there.”
“Tell the little punk he still owes us for the damage you two caused
during your car chase,” Jaxson snarled.
I bared my teeth at Jaxson and made a chopping motion in front of my
neck to cut him off, but it was already too late.
“Was that Jaxson in the background? Tell that creep to shove a stick up
his ass! He already stole our container to cover it! Screw this.”
Casey hung up.
I growled and felt my fangs erupt. “Damn it! I’m handling this, Jax. Keep
your mouth shut!”
Sam’s eyes went wide, and Jaxson bristled at my command. “I told you
he wouldn’t help. He’s a wolf-hating creep. He’s probably laughing his ass
off at the moment.”
“Stay quiet this time!” I snapped. Sam cringed again at my blatant
disrespect for her alpha, but I didn’t care. I dialed Casey back.
He picked up. “No.”
“Casey! Please.”
He was breathing hard, and it sounded like he was climbing down the
ladder. “No way, Jose! I’m not dealing with Jaxson and not coming to
Dockside.”
Jaxson looked ready to wolf out, so before he aggravated the situation
further, I stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door. “Look, Case, I’m
sorry about Jaxson. Please, do this for me, if not for the wolves. They’re
suffering because of me. Protecting them protects me.”
Silence hung in the air, and then he sighed. “Fine. But I’m not going to
Dockside.”
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, and the shirt sparked an idea.
“What about the roller derby rink? It’s big and has bathrooms. Could you
make something there?”