Chapter 27: No Guts No Glory

The Bedroom, Apartment 42, The Bowerstone Apartment Complex, 4th And Flint Street, The Attison District, Temple City (3040).....

A low growl rumbled from deep within the throat of the ailing Baddwulf as he found himself roused due to the call of nature becoming more prominent than his need for sleep. He found himself alone in bed despite the vague memory of having company for many hours. He got to his feet feeling the effects of his brawl with the enraged bull-man had finally subsided while he slept. He stretched and yawned as he stood true to form as naked as the day he was born with his rather impressive cock already up before the rest of him. The familiar scent of eggs and bacon had been wafting through the house and his ears perked noting that he'd had a guest this morning. A tilt of his head and a quick sniff of the air indicated all he needed to know about this guest. The still somewhat groggy werewolf detective moved along the cold bare floor and marched his way toward the bathroom.

He yawned once more as he strode up to the porcelain toilet bowl and took free aim with his cock listening to the splashing of his urine against the back of the bowl and the water within. He reflected briefly on his fight with the bull and the bruises that were left behind and then put it out of his mind. He'd properly healed and he was as adamant as Croc about wanting Blacky Clay's head on a silver platter. The loss of The Dope Diamond still stung as he pushed down his further annoyance before finishing up at the toilet bowl and venturing toward the sink where he washed his hands and splashed a bit of the cool water onto his face.

He got a glimpse at himself looking a bit long in the tooth and ragged but he didn't seem to care much about his hagrid appearance despite taking a moment to slick back his messy black locks and stroking his goatee before stepping away from the mirror. He stepped out of the bathroom, passing Sullivan along the way who had made a B-line for the litter box. He still seemed to carry something of a grudge about the lack of feeding from the days before as he side-eyed Baddwulf before passing him rather quickly.

"Well hello to you too, asshole," said Baddwulf breaking his silence for the first time since awakening.

He ventured out of the hall and toward the kitchen, still naked and this time slightly aroused despite the cool morning air against his bare skin as he took note of a very lovely blonde that had taken the liberty of making him breakfast. He'd been confused at first but then recalled that Amanda Smalls never elected to stick around for long, especially after getting what she wanted. He had not been very good at hiding the disappointment from himself when he found she'd gone again only to be replaced by Mrs. Callens.

Victoria Callens turned her attention to Baddwulf smiling when she took note of him being up and on his feet. She was another lovely blonde and had been one of the wives that frequented Baddwulf's bed in the late hours of the night following his investigation confirming her suspicions about her no-good husband cheating on her left and right.

The hulking naked brute swooped up on her wrapping his arms around her slender waist and pressed his rapidly growing erection into her thighs as he leaned down to kiss her neck as she finished filling a plate for him. She seemed to delight in his touch preferring him more than her husband more often than not.

"How'd you get in?" he asked kissing her shoulder.

"Door was unlocked," she replied. "I heard you had run into a bit of trouble the other night and I wanted to see how you were faring."

"As you can see, I'm doing just fine," replied Baddwulf pressing his body harder against her.

Mrs. Callens bit back a moan as she tried to get him to at least eat something given the hour of the morning. Baddwulf smirked and ventured toward his stash of booze in the kitchen taking it out of the bread case and turning it up briefly before taking a swig and twisting the top back on and replacing it into the bread case.

"Isn't it a bit early for that?" asked Mrs. Callens.

"So what if it is?" asked Baddwulf still harboring a bit of annoyance from the news that she'd heard about the beating he took from the bullman.

It wasn't exactly like no one could have seen two strange graphites going at it in the middle of the street, he just didn't like the idea of word getting around to question his reputation and build the bulls. The nuisance of Blacky Clay was growing into an even bigger problem as it was, the damage to his rep was quite costly and less likely to make a full recovery.

Mrs. Callens sat his plate at the small round table with two chairs. Baddwulf walked over and sat down promptly ignoring his semi-erection as he eyed the meal that was placed before him. He had recalled briefly that he'd last eaten when he'd been at the old diner and was disappointed to have to cut it short after the summons for his father.

He grabbed his fork with a whole fist and proceeded to shovel eggs and bacon into his mouth almost forgetting that he'd been in the presence of a mort when it came to Mrs. Callens. She looked at him for a moment and Baddwulf rolled his eyes before attempting to adjust himself to eat like a mort despite his annoyance.

They both ate in relative silence as he began to wolf down his meal in rapid succession. She poured them both a glass of orange juice and Baddwulf drank it down grateful for a home-cooked meal even if her no-good husband hadn't been.

"You're going to go back out there aren't you?" asked Victoria Callens with a rather concerned expression.

Baddwulf finished his chewing and drank down the rest of his orange juice before sitting down the glass and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Yep," he replied meeting her gaze.

"But that's madness, you were just injured what good will it do kicking up a hornet's nest?" asked Mrs. Callens with an arched brow.

"Well you know what they say, No Guts, No Glory," replied Baddwulf getting up from the table and making his way back toward the bathroom where he intended to shower and get dressed.

He had appreciated the sentiment, and even the breakfast but he wasn't her husband and didn't need her fussing over him just because he laid pipe for her every now and again. His annoyance once more crept back as he thought of Blacky Clay and his minions trying their best to end up at the bottom of the nearest river provoking and destroying as they pleased.