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he also knew that Max Yang didn’t attack without reason. Honey badgers never did. But God help you if you attacked them, because they never stopped. They never would stop. No matter how much bigger their enemy,
Thereby proving what Betsey had known since the girls first arrived at the Pack house: they were killers. Not simply predators. All shifters were predators. But at least the first two were hard-core killers. Shifters who could do what needed to be done without losing sleep or needing recovery time.
“Oh, you misunderstand again. This isn’t a discussion. I’m actually telling you that if you upset
either or both of my sisters, I’ll kill you and, possibly, anything you might remotely love.” And still she smiled.
won’t miss a lick of sleep or have any PTSD over it. Your screams will mean nothing to me, because I won’t give a fuck. Why? Because I’m a cunt.
anger and, as one fellow Marine put it, “your sense of annoyance at the very presence of most human beings,”
A wide, breathtaking smile that made no sense in the current situation. Was, in fact, miles from sense.
Streep, Tock, Mads, and Nelle. The most loyal bunch of outstanding ladies Max had ever known. They’d played basketball together
All five were honey badgers in a land of wolves, bears, and cats;
Life was too short to get all wound up about who kidnapped whom and who had shot whom
Why were her sisters being so nice to someone who was being so . . . cat? He couldn’t be more cat if he was lounging in a tree with a gazelle carcass.
keeping her body low so her head didn’t get chopped off. One of the few, true ways that one could kill a honey badger.
They were all full-human and probably didn’t understand their intense fear and distrust of a woman they didn’t know, but instinct in mammals was a valuable thing.
While Rina was nothing but raw rage and hatred, her twin was the cold plotter. Together, they were a dangerous pair because they had nothing but money and time.
Max Yang thought she was unique. Blessed. She was none of those things, and Mairi was committed to showing her cousin exactly that.
Why? Honey was an additive! A condiment! It was not to be used as a self-contained treat!
will have to step in. And I’ll be forced to do what I do so goddamn well. You wouldn’t want that, would you? Me, completely wiping out the entire Scottish MacKilligan bloodline because . . . ya know . . . I can.” The smile turned to a grin and that grin grew wide. It wasn’t a sadistic smile, though. That’s what was kind of terrifying about it. It was a pure, happy smile. As if she was at a child’s first birthday party.
Because I can promise you that my sister can go from slightly hysterical to destroyer of entire worlds in a nanosecond.
I’m sure he’s lost it all by now. Probably to women and gambling . . . and liquor. And very bad Ponzi schemes. My dad is the worst criminal,” she admitted.
It was kind of cute, too. The Dunn triplets did it sometimes, when they thought no one was looking. In their grizzly forms, they marched through the house humming “The Bare Necessities” from that old Disney movie.
couple of sloth bears. Usually the most laid-back, easygoing bears there were . . . unless they were aggravated. They could be a little psychotic when aggravated.
And if there was one thing Imani knew, it was a fellow trained combatant. This badger, no matter how small, wasn’t going to let her claws and fangs do her talking for her. Not when she could open arteries and remove eyes without working up much of a sweat.
Not only that, but Renny was a true honey badger. She knew how to start shit. She knew how to cause problems. She knew how to blow up a person’s life and not feel a bit of remorse about it.
Besides, the shifter teams offered me more money. Full-human pro teams don’t pay women shit.” “Because full-humans don’t have to worry about getting trapped in a room with a bunch of grizzly sows angrily demanding fair pay.”
Max ‘Kill It Again’ MacKilligan
fucking hate you.” “I’d hate me, too . . . because I’m always right. I understand how painful that must be for others who aren’t always right.”
He shrugged. “I’m a panda.” “It’s a little on the nose, though, isn’t it?” Zé asked. “A Chinese guy who’s a panda?” “Says the South American jaguar.” “Touché.”
arrogance was a dangerous thing. That’s what a Pride or Pack was for. Not only protection but to teach those coming up.
The kid made that face men make when they want to tell someone nicely “fuck, no.”
They’d always been the “reasonable” dogs. Always wanting to give several options and take everyone’s concerns and opinions seriously. Blah!
the Zhaos didn’t like to be subtle about their wealth. Not surprising. They were honey badgers. Badgers weren’t subtle about anything.
Tock pointed at the watch she had saved for since she was six years old,
A ten-thousand-dollar Swiss timepiece that was beyond precise.
“Didn’t you hear the sales guy? He said thirteen thousand. I heard him. God heard him.” Now she looked at her friend. “Nelle!” “Oh, for the love of Ming the Merciless. Can we get over the drama about a few dollars?”
“Which cousin?” Livy asked. “I do have about ten thousand of them.” “That’s a bit of an overestimate.” “Considering how many people may be genetically connected to Genghis Khan . . . I doubt it.”
She turned only her head to nail him with one of her ball-shriveling glares, and said, “Get the hell away from me or I will kill you.” He smirked and again started to say something, but she added, “You can look in
my eyes and tell that I will kill you. You can feel it in your soul. Like a dove when a hawk is nearby. So what you’re going to do at this moment is walk away from me. Because if you don’t, we both know I’ll kill you and that it’ll be messy, but that I’ll definitely get away with it. Because I’m pretty and I’m rich. And rich people get away with everything.”
“The little one, Max, she was very protective of you when you came to our street. She put those brawny shoulders between a group of confused cats and a gang of really angry bears. That’s not something even a honey badger would usually do.” She paused for a moment, then added, “I’m lying. Any honey badger would do that, but only for themselves. She did it for you.”
You might be a large cat but honey badgers are not easy to kill, they’re willing to take on anybody, and they won’t stop. They’ll attack and attack until you either go away or you kill them.”
“Why are you asking?” Max questioned. “You know we’ll just lie. We’re very good at lying.” “I’m not,” Tock admitted. “I believe in painful honesty. The kind that destroys your soul and breaks your mind.”
“Yes, mistress of power!” they sounded off . . . just to annoy her.
She used to say that finding five badgers in the school was a gift from God. At least for her and the girls’ basketball team. For everyone else, the five of them were just a nightmare that couldn’t graduate fast enough.
don’t overthink this. Enjoy that first flush of liking a guy . . . before you find out what an asshole he really is
“They’re coming over,” Streep whispered. “Everybody be cool! Be cool!” Max watched as her four teammates attempted to “be cool” by striking poses like they were at a 1993 Beverly Hills pool party photo shoot.
Zé smiled. “You mean, Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom?” “Yes! That’s it!”
ducked behind the oak that Stevie liked to hide in when she felt the squirrels were threatening her.
Freddy knew that Max was the biggest threat to his well-being because Max truly did not give a fuck.
“And that makes you happy?” “Stevie makes me happy. Hanging from a tree limb and eating bamboo . . . ? That’s just an enhancement to my happy.”
Honey badgers were not exactly known for their forgiving nature, but they were known for their love of money.
“Happy? Sweetie, we’re honey badgers. We’re rarely happy. We’re bitter and angry. And that’s okay. That’s what gives us our edge.”
