Rare Find (34 page)

"Shit." Ronin swore under his breath.

"Don't turn around, just keep moving forward and join your father." There was a rustling beside her. She caught the new arrival sliding Ronin's gun out of its holder. Damn.

"Who are you?" Tabitha asked as she walked ahead of Ronin.

Her father came into view. "No," he cried out. "Leave her alone."

The asshole Germaine asked, "Dennis, what part about the inheritance didn't you understand?"

Tabitha groaned. "The dead part, of course."

She was shoved toward her father. She stepped over to his side. "Hey, Dad. You really shouldn't have taken off like that."

"I didn't want to. But I thought I heard
his
voice through your phone talking to Ronin before he was knocked out."

"And you did." Germaine smiled. "And now we have the whole family here, including the security specialist. Except you really don't want to assume that those in an office know nothing about security themselves. It's so easy to fix things with inside people."

Security specialist?
He was assuming that Ronin was Roman. Good. Then he couldn't know that Roman would be on his way in minutes. To delay their plans, in order to give Roman more time, she said, "You haven't fixed anything. I had the deed transferred into my name before he died."

"Ah, yes. You certainly filled out the paperwork and left it with your father to take care of. Of course, he gave it to Eric to handle. Only he made sure the papers were never sent off. But then…you haven't been capable of handling things around here in a while." And he smiled, a nasty smile that made her cringe. She looked at the second man also holding a gun. He was maybe in his mid to late thirties. "Dad, who is the second asshole?"

He glared at the younger man. "Eric, my assistant. Also known as pretty boy, apparently."

She gasped. "Your partner – the one you live with? The one you wanted me to meet?"

"Not this way." He sighed, a sadness on his face that broke her heart. "Not at all now."

"Sorry, Dennis. But if you think I'm going to wait around while you rekindle a relationship with her…" Eric shook his head, long black curls flying around his attractive head.

"Dad, we're going to have to talk." She snorted. "Pretty boy is all about glitz and short-term gain. He's not going to go the distance."

Eric gasped. "That is not true. I've been there for him all these years. Where the hell have you been?"

She didn't have much to say to that. But he looked like a disgruntled boy who'd been denied his toys. "Somehow I doubt my father has treated you badly." She sensed Ronin's shift from one foot to the other. She took several steps forward. "My father's a very generous man."

"Generous is not the same as having it all yourself. My looks aren't going to last forever. I decided I didn't want to wait for him. I'm still young. I don't want to tie myself down. But I need money to live as I want to. And between the two of you, there is a hell of a lot of it."

"See, I don't get that." And she didn't. She spent everything trying to pull enough pennies together to keep the reserve functioning.

Eric smiled. "Your father never told you, huh? Your grandfather left you a nice little trust fund. And then there's the value of all this land. So close to town. It's worth thirty million, easy. And as the manager of the reserve is incompetent, your father will be forced to shut the doors or hand the reins over to another manager while the animals can be moved elsewhere. It'll be easy to sell them off to private investors. The land will be sold to recoup costs and pay off the massive debts."

She gasped in anger. "I don't have any debts."

"Well, as there's no more money coming your way from Dennis." The gun wavered toward her father. "You will start accumulating them now."

"No." She shook her head. "There's no way you can do this."

"And, about your office manager?" Eric laughed. "Wendy is my sister. I'm sure this will turn out just the way I want it to."

Tabitha couldn't even begin to think of the type of damage that Wendy could have done while Tabitha had been out of commission. Wendy had been referred to her by one of her regular suppliers.
Had they known? Were they in on it?
It could take months to sort out the damage. Just the thought of losing Exotic Landscape to this slime in some land grab made her physically ill.

"She's going to heave."

She bent over, gasping. Ronin gently rubbed her back. Dying now would likely kill Trinity as well. She couldn't let that happen.

"Easy, honey."

"What are we going to do with them? We can't just shoot them," Eric whined. "That would leave all kinds of unanswered questions and evidence we don't want."

"She's got lions here. Tigers. All manner of animals that are looking for fresh meat. And Wendy will make sure they aren't found for a long time."

Tabitha froze. Ronin growled. For him, this would be a nightmare come true but inside, Tabitha's heart leapt with joy. Now this would be the first positive break as far as she was concerned.

Eric smiled. "Perfect."

"The early morning feeding time is soon. The cats will be hungry and they should finish them off quickly. We need them to kill them before anyone comes."

"Or we can shoot them to draw the animals. The scent of blood will speed up the process."

The men were busy talking, but Ronin had a strong grip on Tabitha’s arm.

"Don't worry. They'll never touch us."

Her father snorted. "They'll take us down in minutes and go after the soft tissue first."

She sighed. The men in her life had so little idea of her world. "No, they won't,” she reassured the two men in her life.

"Put them in with the lions." Germaine motioned to the gates behind them. "Wendy said lately the lions have been more aggressive than any of the others."

Ronin's grip tightened.

She winced but didn't bother trying to reassure him. She was more afraid of the bullets.

"The lions are one path over. Get moving."

***

Ronin tensed looking for a break. He'd take a bullet over a lion any day. But it sounded as if he might be getting both.

The two men motioned him toward the other two. He'd easily take on one guy. Two on most days. But two men with guns was asking for a death sentence. Or he could trust Tabitha. She appeared to be unconcerned.

That's because I am.

He quaked at the thought of her reading his mind. There were a lot of things in life he could handle, but he wasn't so sure that was one of them.

And I didn't read your mind. You're speaking telepathically.

He snorted. "You're crazy."

Dennis turned to look at them.

Eric said, "Hey, no talking."

Ronin shrugged. They were standing in front of the lions' pen. Tabitha walked up to the computerized lock and entered the passcode.

She opened the door and motioned her father and Ronin inside. As they stepped past her, she whispered. "Run for the trees on the left."

"And you?" Ronin asked as she stepped inside. "I'm staying right behind you."

Her father bolted. With one last look at the two men holding guns on them, she zigzagged for the trees herself, Ronin beside her.

Shots fired behind her, but they were either shooting into the air or they were lousy shots. Either way they reached the trees safely.

Her father was already there, looking around anxiously. "We have to get out of here," he cried, "before the lions find us."

"They already have." Tabitha spun around. "Nothing happens in their space without them knowing about it."

"Shit." Dennis spun around, terrified.

"Calm down. It's your fear that will set them off. Stay calm and let me handle them." He nodded and she turned to face Ronin, making sure he understood. She saw his face. "Are you hit?"

"Yeah, but it's just a scratch. I'll be fine." He lifted his arm to show her a long red streak under the tear in his shirt.

It looked raw but wasn't bad. It would sting for a while but wouldn't slow them down. Still, it had to hurt. She gave him a quick kiss. "Sorry."

He shrugged philosophically. "It could have been so much worse."

"Yeah." She gave a short hard laugh. "They could have done some target practice."

Dennis backed away from him. "No way that's nothing. That's fresh blood. That's a dinner bell to a lion." He kept backing up. "Nothing personal, Ronin, but Jesus."

Tabitha sighed. "Stop backing up, Dad. If you get too far away from me, I can't protect you."

He stopped in his tracks. "You? Protect me? How?"

"Because the lions are already here."

Her father jumped back toward her. "Where?" he snapped.

She hated to answer him. "Nisha is above you."

She watched sympathetically as the color completely drained from the faces of the two men beside her. Poor Ronin. He'd done well so far but this... yeah, this would push the strongest of men into full-on panic. And yet he was holding on better than her father.

Her father's reaction wasn't one she'd seen him have before. But it would also explain some of the reasons why her grandfather despised him. Her grandfather would consider his obvious fear to be a weakness. Moneymaking hadn't been important to her grandfather. Animals were. If her father couldn't stand to be around the animals, then he'd be nothing in her grandfather's eyes…although her dad appeared to handle Tango and Tripod just fine. Then again, he'd met them many times. They knew him – unlike the ones out here.

She called up to the tree and the lioness watching them with interest. "Nisha, do you want to come down and meet these two men?"

At the same time, she sent Nisha a warm loving greeting to boost the continuous wave she'd been blasting out since entering the compound. There was another female in here and one big old male. Captain was old and cranky. Salba was the second female, and she was young and hyper. Tabitha expected she was racing toward them right now. Nisha was the dominant female, the hunter of the pack. The one to keep an eye on. Automatically, Tabitha did a quick scan of Nisha's energy. She looked good. Happy and calm.

But hungry.

She glanced at her watch. Feeding time. Not that the lions would be a problem. They had a great relationship. But all animal trainers knew that any animal could be dangerous.

Nisha stood up and stretched, then jumped lightly to the ground.

She walked over to Tabitha first and jumped up, placing her big paws on Tabitha's shoulders in her usual greeting, then she rubbed her face against Tabitha's head.

"Hey, baby. How are you today?" Tabitha murmured, giving the loving tabby a big hug before stepping to the side so she'd jump down. "Nisha, this is Ronin and my father."

At Nisha's head shake and snort, Tabitha laughed. "She's not impressed."

"You know," Ronin said, "that's understandable. I'd be happy to leave anytime. How about now?"

"I'd have preferred leaving ten minutes ago." Her father went to take several steps backwards.

"Don't move, Dad," she cautioned. "All animals know how to sense fear in others."

He took a shuddering breath and nodded quickly.

"Same for you, Ronin." Tabitha could feel a bright energy racing toward her. "Here's Salba. That means Captain won't be far behind."

"Oh shit. You mean there are more of them?" her father groaned softly.

"Only three here. They get along famously."

"Uh uh."

She laughed at the stiff nod from Ronin. "Hey," she said gently, "you're holding up really well."

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and he gave a short laugh. "Like hell. But I'm still standing."

Just then, a light brown streak came flying toward him. Ronin’s eyes became wide and he opened his mouth to scream. And caught it at the last second.

"Stop, Salba." The lioness roared lightly and wrapped itself around Tabitha's legs. Tabitha laughed and bent over to hug her. "Good girl." The lioness gave her a rambunctious greeting then twined her long lithe body around the men's stiff legs.

Neither moved. Neither bent to touch her. Neither breathed.

She grinned. "Doing good, guys. But there's one more."

"Hello, Captain." And she sent out a wide loving wave of cool soothing energy toward the big old male that strode toward them, his nose lifted, checking out the air. Picking up the scent of the males. The scent of the blood.

Easy, boy. We're just here to visit. All is well.
She tweaked his aura, laying down a light suppression energy wave on his system. He roared, but it was a happy one. He walked up and rubbed his huge head against her ribs.