Tethered Bond (Holly Woods Files, #3)
by Emma Hart
Now, if someone could tell his ex that… I donÔÇÖt care if the summer fayre is coming to Holly Woods and sheÔÇÖs on the planning committee. What I do care about is sugar-filled food, bright lights, late nightsÔÇª and danger. The type that wonÔÇÖt come in the form of NonnaÔÇÖs new cantankerous British parrot, Gio. (Please see the damage done to MomÔÇÖs new curtains.)
Unfortunately, when the danger comes, it comes in the form of something Holly Woods has never seen. The town is rocked to its core, and once again, IÔÇÖm in danger. Only this time, it isnÔÇÖt because of my clientsÔÇöthis time, IÔÇÖm in danger because of who I amÔÇª Because of my heritage.
And despite the HWPDÔÇÖs best efforts, the bodies keep on piling up.
DrakeÔÇÖs determined to protect me. IÔÇÖm determined that I can do it myself.
Danger. Mystery. Darkness. Malice.
ItÔÇÖll be a miracle if any of us make it out of this with guns unfired, cupcakes still frosted, and hearts intactÔÇª
ItÔÇÖs better for my sanity if I get this conversation with Nonna over and done with.
Oh my fuck. I have to meet the parrot, too. Holy fuckballs. What if the colorful rat sides with her?
Oh, who am I kidding? Of course itÔÇÖs gonna side with Nonna.
Shit. Clearly, I can be swayed by the desperation of my future sister-in-law. IÔÇÖve really gotta get a handle on that crap. This should be Devin having this conversation, not me.
That thought hits right as I pull up behind MomÔÇÖs car on the drive. I take a deep breath, apprehension coiling in my lower stomach, and get out of my car. This feeling always hits whenever I get to my parentsÔÇÖ place, but today, itÔÇÖs particularly strong. I know that Nonna will play the innocent card and make everything a lot harder.
I walk across the front yard, and a loud squawk rings in my ears. My heart stops for a brief second, and I bite my tongue. That thing is loud. How are Mom and Dad coping with that?
I knock on the front door twice before I push it open.
ÔÇ£Ye cruel wench! Ye vile wench! Cazzo! Cazzo!ÔÇØ
Nice to meet you, too, Gio.
ÔÇ£Hello,ÔÇØ I call hesitantly, closing the door behind me.
ÔÇ£Aye! Ye bloody wench!ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Oh, shut up, you little shit!ÔÇØ Mom yells.
I walk into the front room in time to see her cover the offending birdÔÇÖs cage with a bedsheet.
ÔÇ£Wench! Wench!ÔÇØ Gio squawks from beneath the black sheet.
Mom smacks the cage. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖll wench your beak real soon!ÔÇØ
Oy vey. Things have sure gotten violent in the Bond family home.
Nonna shuffles into the front room and, upon seeing Gio covered, gasps. ÔÇ£Kellie, you-a let-a him go-a!ÔÇØ
Mom snorts. ÔÇ£Believe me, Liliana. If I could imprison the little shit, I would! My curtains are ruined!ÔÇØ
I glance at the window. ThereÔÇÖs a giant rip in one of the drapes. The ones she bought two weeks ago.
Nonna gasps and rushes across the room, her cane nothing more than a steadying tool. ÔÇ£Gio!ÔÇØ she exhales, whipping the sheet off. ÔÇ£You-a okay?ÔÇØ
The concern on her face is comical. Oh, Nonna.
ÔÇ£Vile wench! Vile wench!ÔÇØ Gio shrills, violently flapping his bright-green wings. ÔÇ£Kellie, ye vile wench!ÔÇØ
I squint. DoesnÔÇÖt seem like GioÔÇÖs conversational skills are up to much unless heÔÇÖs going to hop on the Black Pearl.
ÔÇ£Hello?ÔÇØ I try again, stepping fully into the front room.
Nonna is leaning forward, cooing at the parrot, and ignores me. Mom turns, her nostrils flaring.
ÔÇ£Nonna, do you know you can hear that thing halfway down the street?ÔÇØ I inquire.
ÔÇ£He is-a no thing,ÔÇØ Nonna murmurs. ÔÇ£He is-a Gio!ÔÇØ
GioÔÇÖs wings flap again, and Nonna stands. Two beady, black eyes focus on me, and itÔÇÖs surprisingly uncomfortable. A high-pitched noise that sounds awfully like a whistle emits from the cage, and I blink harshly.
ÔÇ£Did he justÔÇöÔÇØ
Gio interrupts me with a loud, unmistakable wolf whistle.
Holy shit. The parrot just wolf-whistled at me.
Tangled Bond (Holly Woods Files, #1)