Loco's Love [Brac Pack 9] by Lynn Hagen Page B

Johnny had been diagnosed as mildly retarded, but show the man something once and he was a pro at it. Everyone ignored the label that had been placed on the mate. They knew better.
    “Yep, Cody will drive him in.” Loco held up a finger as he answered his ringing phone.
    “Yeah?” His lips thinned as he snapped his fingers, gaining the attention of the other two wolves, gesturing for them to follow him.
    He hung up. “That was Drew. There are five vamps attacking Remi, Kota, and Hawk. The mates are in the truck, but two more showed up, and they’re trying to get inside.”
    The wolves cursed, Loco jogging to inform Maverick of the situation when the Alpha didn’t answer his cell phone. Loco also Loco’s Love
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    wanted to let him know that the Alpha would be the only protection for the mates still at the Den.

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    Gravel spit from under his tire as he raced to town, slamming the brakes right outside of the recreation center.
    Gunnar and Evan jumped from the truck and into the fray immediately.
    Loco rushed over to the truck the mates were locked in. He Oliver opened the door when he saw Loco heading their way.
    “God damn it.” Loco cursed when someone jumped on his back.
    He spun around, dropping to the ground on his back to dislodge his unwanted guest. “Fucking bloodsuckers.” Loco tussled with the undead man until he managed to break free.
    He extended his claws and pulled the fuckers throat out. Enough was enough already. Loco pulled his arm back and punched the next vamp that charged at him. It barely registered on the fuckers face, but Loco waved his hand in pain.
    “Get them out of here.” Hawk growled as he pulled the vamp away from Loco.
    Loco punched the guy once more for good measure before running over to the vehicle the mates were in. Talk about a piss poor ending to a good day.
    “You men ready to get out of here?”
    “I was ready to go twenty minutes ago, but Dakota refused to let me drive. He was afraid we’d be attacked on our way back home,” Blair said from the front seat.
    “Then let’s get out of here.” Loco palmed the steering wheel, pulling from the rec center without incident.
    The warriors could handle themselves, but the mate’s needed to get home where it was safe and the warriors could fight knowing they 90
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    didn’t have to keep turning around to ensure their mates were unharmed.
    Loco ushered them into the den. Maverick had the rest of the house sitting in the den when Loco walked in. Loco checked on Tangee and Melonee before rushing back to the recreation center to help the other warriors with the vampires.
    Where the hell were they coming from? Maverick had been furious, calling Prince Christian immediately to demand answers.
    Like answers were going to make the damn undead things tuck tale and run.
    Loco pulled his truck into the same spot as before and jumped back in, pissed as all hell that he wasn’t at home with Tangee and Melonee. Didn’t the vampires have respect for family time?
    He’d promised Melonee an exciting game of Chutes and Ladders.
    Winner got to indulge in one of Maverick’s Fudgesicles. It was rare Maverick parted with them.
    Instead? What the hell was he doing? Loco cut through the vampires with a vengeance, pissed that he was here in the first place.
    Ten minutes later, only two were dead. They were harder to kill then they looked. Evan and Hawk were the only ones able to take them out. How the hell had George roped the one outside the diner that night with Tank? Loco had a new respect for the cowboy.
    Loco shot a look behind him when a loud growl rent the air, Christian was standing there, eyes crimson, fangs bared. He took out three in under a minute. The other two were thrown in the back of his car by his guards.
    “My apologies, wolves. As I have explained to your Alpha, these vampires are not of my coven. A group of them have moved into the territory, but I have yet to find where they sleep.” Christian dusted himself