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After getting everything she needed at the store, she was headed out again when she saw Falkner kneeling down on the ground with a little girl crying. Picking up her purse, forever with a first aid kit on her, she asked if he needed any help. After a quick smile at her, he told her what was going on.

“Besty here thought that she could climb the tree higher than her brother could. Paul is fourteen to her eight. I told her the next time she wanted to climb a tree, make sure that it was close to home. That way, if she fell out of it, her mommy could find her. As it is now, her mother called the police when her daughter came up missing. She’s on her way here now.

The woman came to a screeching halt where they were on the sidewalk. She leapt out of the car before it was turned off and had to retrace her steps to do that. She was terrified, and it showed all over her face. After helping get the little one to the car, she asked Falkner if he wanted to get a quick drink with her, and he said he’d never turn down a date with a beautiful woman.

Sitting at one of the many picnic tables around the Dari Twist, the two of them talked about the weather and anything else they wanted. She loved this family more and more by spending just a little bit of time with them. It was great having a family.

Chapter 6

Booth was glad for the time to spend with his brothers. Even though three of them had their mates, they still carved out time for them to be brothers again. They were just being served their salads, a big part of their meal, when a man with several armed what appeared to be guards came into their little section of the restaurant and asked for a Mr. Dixon.

And being the smart asses they were, they all six said yes, that was who they were. The man looked about as flustered as he seemed to be pissed off, which wasn’t saying much. He looked to be always pissed off. Then, with a short nod, the armed men stepped around them all and stood with their hands on their weapons. Their faces couldn’t be seen, but it was apparent who was in charge of whatever was going on. The man just so happened to be standing in front of him when he demanded to speak to the idiot who was teaching kids how to speak other languages. Again, the six of them said yes, it was them.

“For Christ’s sake. This person’s name is Booth. Booth Dixon. I want him to come with me right now so that I can get out of this small town and back to my own office.” Booth stood up, and he looked at the others. “Was that so hard? Christ, you small-town idiots really burn my ass. Let’s go, young man. I have a deadline to meet, and you’ve wasted enough of my time with your little games.”

“I’m Booth Dixon, but I’m not going anywhere with you. And to call us idiots when it’s obvious that we can speak more languages than you or you’d not need us. Isn’t that about right?” He asked him if he wanted to be arrested. “For being Booth? I don’t think so. Besides that, you might want to take a look around, buster. My brothers have taken exception to your treatment of me.”

“That’s it. I’ve had—arrest this man. He’s not cooperating with his government when they need him.” No one moved, not even the men that were directly behind him. It was then that the man turned around and saw that Waylon and the others, with the exception of Dallas had shifted and were now holding the head of each man in their large hands that were right in front of them. “What the hell is the meaning of this? You will…how did you bring these monkeys in here?”

“We’re apes, not monkeys. Actually, we’re great apes. Now, as I was saying, I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re rude and a straight-up bastard. But that’s not the real reason. I don’t like you. We were having a great time, and I can’t believe that you’ve come in here with your armed men. Well, they were armed and thought to fuck up our day.” He reached out to Amy and told her what was going on and could she please call her brother. “What the hell is your name anyway?”

“None of your business.” Booth sat down and then heard from Amy. She told him that he had nothing to worry about. While the man was going on and on about what he was going to be doing if he allowed him to while he spoke to his sister-in-law.

“His name is Alexander Winterson. He works for the government, that’s true but he’s only looking for you because Jamie suggested that he ask you about translating some papers that were found in an abandoned house in DC. He said that was all he did was suggest that you might be able to or know someone who can help out. I don’t know anything about that other than Jamie is pissed off because of the tactics that Winterson is using.”He said that he’d caused them all to shift, and the only ones that weren’t were him and Dallas.“He’d shit his pants if one of you were to go all apeshit on them, don’t you think? I’m going to suggest it to one of them now.”

She must have said something to Dallas because, in no time at all, Waylon stood up on his feet and pounded on his chest like they had seen in the movies. Each of the soldiers that were with Winterson not only dropped their weapons but dropped to the floor along with their hands over their heads. It looked like all their bravery was gone now. They were, it looked like they were smart in this, terrified. In the silence of the room, a cell phone rang.

Dallas pulled out his phone and put it in front of Winterson. “It’s for you.” The man didn’t looklike he was going to take it. Just then, everyone in the room who had a cell found it to be ringing. It was the most comical thing he’d ever seen. “I’d answer that if I were you. It could be the difference between you living and dying right here on the floor. I was told not to hurt you unless you provoked me, and I can tell you right now that you’re very close to being on my last fucking nerve.”

Winterson snatched the phone from Dallas and put it up to his ear after connecting. All he got out was ‘who is’ before he paled a little and began sputtering about how it was his fault that things had gone awry. His glare at him was something that he’d not expected like he was blaming him for whomever he was speaking to.

When he hung up he stood there looking like he’d just lost his best friend and lost the girl too. When he straightened out his tie and handed the phone back to Dallas, he looked like he was at a loss for words up until he found them.

“You actually called the president of these United States on me? I hope you know that his little tantrum didn’t do anything to me. You’d best bet that I’m going to come out smelling like a rose while you smell like the shit that you are.” He told him that he was bothering him. “Now he, the stupid shit that we have as a president, wants me to come home and count my blessings that he’s not fired me. For doing my job. Can you believe that? You’ll pay for this, see that you don’t. I swear you’d better be watching yourself from now on. I’m going to be keeping an eye on you. See that I don’t.”

“You didn’t learn anything from this, did you?” Winterson asked Booth what he was supposed to have learned. “That you’re a bastard and a bully and just got your ass handed to you by your own boss didn’t mean a thing to you. I’m sure that he told you how wrong you were in treating someone you need a favor from to be nicer to.”

“You’re still going to do as you’re told. And coming with me to get those papers translated will be your only job from now on. I don’t give a rat’s ass what that man said to me. When I’m given an assignment, I take it on with full guns.” Booth just shook his head. “Get your gear gathered up, and we’ll be on our way. I believe that we’ve wasted enough time on your poor little feelings for one day.”

Booth didn’t move. But the men that came with Winterson had simply gathered up their weapons and left the man standing alone. Waylon stayed his gorilla, and it made him wonder when was the last time that he had himself a good run. Or even slept out under the stars as they used to do as kids. It was going to be something that he—

“Did you hear me?” Booth asked him if he’d heard what he said. “I don’t like that you’re not doing what I want. Get your ass in gear, and let’s be on our way. I have things to do, and hanging out with a panty waste like you is getting nothing done. Get up. Right now or so help me, you’re going to be shot in the head.”

“Don’t shoot my brother. You’ll only serve to piss him off.” Just as he was reaching into his suit pocket it was Cullen that disarmed him. The gun fell to the floor, and then Winterson was there as well. Cullen had him not just in a good tight grip but he also was making it difficult for him to breathe as well. “Remember Cullen, he’s human.”

“Yeah, I guess he might be considered a non-shifter, but there is no way that I’d call him human. He’s been like this his entire life, too.” When Cullen didn’t explain what that meant, he asked him. “He bullied his parents, too, and his sister until they didn’t want to have anything to do with him. He’d been a pain in the ass for some time to the president as well.”

Winterson looked like he wanted to speak, but his brother only gave him enough breath to breathe for a bit longer. Cullen didn’t seem all that impressed either that the man was someone who was working for the president. He did, too, he supposed, but there was something more going on here than just what they were dealing with at the moment. When his cell rang, he answered it without looking to see who it might well be.

“Booth, I’m assuming.” He said that it was him. “This is Jamie. I was wondering if the idiot had ever apologized to you.” He told him what was going on. “I see. So, I’m going to assume that’s a no. All right. If you’ll allow me to speak to one of the…are the secret service still there?”

He handed his phone to the man on the floor, who said that he was in charge. Not saying muchon his end, none of them seemed to have any idea why the man simply stood up and put his gun to the back of Winterson’s head. Booth was sure that things were going to get shitty here in a few minutes when, all of a sudden, the room filled with police as well as other agents. Then the phone was handed back to him.

“Booth, I’m so sorry this has happened to you. And your brothers, I was told you were just having a nice get-together when Winterson came in spouting his gibberish. I swear the man has gotten on my last nerve over the past two weeks. I believe he’s part of the people that were out to get my wife and myself killed a few weeks back.” He told him he was sorry about that but that the police were there as well as the other. “Yes, they’re going to be getting him out of your hair and into a nice quiet jail someplace until I have time to fuss with him. Which might be a few years for the way I’m feeling right now.”

“What did he want? Something about translating something for you.” He told him not to worry about it now. He’d find someone else to take care of it. “I don’t mind. I’m off school right now with it being summer break and would love to look over the paperwork for you.”

“Really? You would save me so much time, Booth. I haven’t any idea what the paperwork might entail. There has been speculation that it’s just a simple recipe but I don’t speak whatever the language is that it’s written in.” He told the other man that he was fluent in several languages but if it was something that he didn’t know, he had friends that could help out. “I’ll have to know who they are before you send it to them. Like I said, it looks like a recipe but it’s difficult to know what it is. I’ll have them couriered over to you as soon as today. Whatever you need, just tell me, and I’ll get it for you.