“I’ve got my ride right there,” he nodded to where his triumph stood.
Dvorak looked in direction. Then he looked at Victor. “I’ve got my truck too.” he pointed a gloved hand at a gleaming Dodge red truck.
“That’s my baby right there. After her, my wife comes next,” He saw the look of surprise on Victor and grinned again. “Not necessarily in that order, brother. C’mon, I’ll lead the way” and he headed towards his truck and Victor strode to his motorcycle. He strapped his duffel to the back handle, mounted it, and fired the engine. He revved the engine, watching Dvorak’s truck patiently. The big headlights of the truck flickered on, the engine hummed loudly and swung onto the hard, black tar of the streets. Victor revived his triumph once more and rode after it.
For some minutes, the road unrolled straight In front of them as they drove hard and fast, then Dvorak finally turned to the left of the streets, drove for at least two minutes on a road which sides were filled with the interlacing of trees, then finally swung the car into an asphalted driveway and cut the engine. He stepped out of the truck, slamming the door shut with a powerful force and stood, watching, his thick arms akimbo, as Victor rode up beside the truck and killed the engine. He mounts off, picks up his duffel and turns to Dvorak.
“This is my place.” He said pointing to the house.
Dvorak’s house was one of the houses on the edge of the town. It was a two-story affair. It had a front square box hedge which masked the front door completely. The small balcony was filled with small pots of daffodil flowers. Beside the house was a small stall, built with thick wood. In the house, there was light showing in one of the rooms. Victor figured it must be the living room.
“Look good huh?” Dvorak said, grinning, his teeth flashing in the dark.
“Yeah.”
“Good! Wait till you see the inside.”
Dvorak turned around and walked up the small porch steps. Behind him was Victor. They got to the front door and Dvorak rapped his fist on it. The door jerked open. A plump woman stood at the doorway. She was wearing a night dress which concealed her large, soft bosom. Her eyes, which were hazel dark, were drugged with sleep, her long, black hair tousled. When she saw Dvorak, she gave a slow, drowsy smile.
“Hey honey!You came back early late,” even with her voice still heavy with sleep, the sarcasm in her voice was noticeable. She rested a hand on the door panel, and rested the other on her hips. Victor could see the outline of her pendulous breasts and curvy shape now. “What am I going to do with you?” she purred.
“Do with me as you please.” Dvorak answered, grinning sheepishly, his eyes leering at her.
“Oh, honey!” she purred like a lazy, fat cat. “I can’t wait to do all those wonderful things you like.” and she pouted her lips, stretched her face, and shook her lips at him, sensually, her eyes closed.
“We’ve got a visitor, Maggie. What hell do you think you are doing?” Dvorak growled, but it was obvious he was enjoying the whole thing.
Maggie's eyes flew open. She narrowed her eyes at him, puzzled, then she looked beyond his broad shoulders and her eyes widened in utter shock. Victor's face was staring right back at her.
She shrilled. “Why, Dvorak Zimmerman! You crazy man! You should have told me you've got a man with you! Look how you've made me behave!” she turned on her heels and dashed into the inner rooms.
Dvorak dragged his eyes to Victor’s face. There was amusement in those blue eyes.
“Women! They are always conscious of everything! When are they not anyways?” and he gave a throaty laugh and playfully slapped Victor on his shoulders. “Come in, my friend!”
They both walked into the room. The living room was big and comfy. There were brown settlers, chairs and a small center table. On it was a gold bowl filled with artificial fruits.
There was a big TV, a mini home theater and a shelf filled with accessories and essentials. In a corner, there were children's toys, scattered around. A cool, flowery smell hung in the air. Victor loved the place immediately. Maggie came out from one of the rooms. She was wearing a tight fitting blue blouse now over her night dress. The blouse outlined the shape of her breasts. She saw Victor and beamed. Then she pranced to her husband, wound her arms around his thick neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
They were like that for a moment, their tongues dueling. They made funny, little sounds. Victor, strolled to the shelf, picked up a book, and flipped it open, pretending to go through it. After a while, Dvorak and his wife disengaged. Then he looked at Victor who was still flipping the book.
“Maggie! Meet Mr Victor.” He said.
Hearing his name, Victor turned, and found the couple staring at him earnestly.
Maggie's face narrowed with thought. “Victor? What a fine name!” there was genuine pleasure on her face.
“Thanks ma’am!” Victor said, watching her face and hiding a smile.
“You know you reminded me of one of my suitors” there were laughing lines on her face now. “Before Dvorak came and hooked me up,”
“Oh shut up, Maggie!” Dvorak said, rolling his eyes. “Mr Victor is tired and needs his rest. Stop yapping around” he was frowning playfully at her and there was amusement in his eyes.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! Please pardon me,” Maggie pleaded, a contrite expression on her face. “Oh, God! I need to learn how to shut up sometimes.” and she grabbed her lips and shook it in a way that made Dvorak and Victor to laugh.
“No offense taking ma'am,” Victor said. And he came over, stretched his hands, they both shook hands and disengaged. Then Dvorak went on to tell his wife how he had met Victor and that he – Victor — would be staying with them.
“Oh, that would be delightful! The children will be pleased,” Maggie beamed when Dvorak was done talking. “Can I get you something to eat?” Then she touched Dvorak’s belly playfully. “Honey, I know you are already thinking about food but I ain’t talking to you. I’m talking to Mr Victor here” she jerked her head at Victor .
“Oh, c’mon! Not fair!” Dvorak's face screwed up in a fake expression of pain. “A man’s gotta eat!” Then he made a funny, mischievous expression. “Hmmm.....I think I know what I’m gonna eat - You!” and he made for his wife, grabbed her to his body, and began to smear her face all-over with kisses. Maggie released a throaty squeal, she let him have his fun, then she wriggled out of his hands and made a disapproving face at him.
“Will you behave? You will wake the kids!” her voice was hushed and stern, but there was laughter in her eyes. She turned to Victor, “You still want the food?”
Victor shook his head.
“I’m alright ma’am. Just need to sleep that’s all”
“Sleep it is! Honey, run a warm bath for me, will you? And a nice meal to go with it wouldn’t be a bad idea after all! Okay! Run along now, Maggie. I’ll join you shortly.” and he slapped his wife's buttocks playfully. She made an angry face at him, stuck out her tongue and waddled into their bedroom. Dvorak turned to Victor. “ Follow me”
He led Victor into one of the inner rooms. It was big and airy. The window was opened. It had a comfortable bed, a closet, a reading table and chair. The bathroom had a shower and a crystal, clean mirror. In a corner, hung to the wall, was a wooden stand. On it stood, men’s shower cream, shaving cream, a cordless razor and Old Spice shower gel. There was a wall rack on which a thick, white towel was hung. Victor was tremendously pleased and it showed on his face.
“This is really cool, Mr Zimmerman.”
“Yeah, I know! And please, call me, Dvorak.” Dvorak beamed.
“Will do!”
“So I guess you can get settled in now. Please feel at home. Breakfast should be ready by 9. I’ll show you the barn and what we do around here. And don’t you dare worry about waking up early. Actually, we don’t even need an alarm clock or something around here! Those kids of mine noises are bound to wake you anyways”
“Thank you so much, Mr Dvorak. About the money for the rent......” but Dvorak cut him off.
“We’ll talk about that tomorrow, my friend.” and saying this, with laughter on his face, he slapped Victor playfully on his back and strolled out of the room.
Victor watched the man leave, feeling a weight on his chest. He walked to the bed, shedding his clothes and boots before switching off the lights and collapsing onto the mattress. Sam's words echoed in his mind, leaving him pondering who this Caesar person was and which werewolf pack the werewolves belonged to. It couldn't be his former pack from Raven Hills, he reasoned, as it was too far away. Maybe it was werewolves from one of the other towns he'd visited, he concluded.
He decided to be cautious, recalling his former pack leader's warning about a wolf hunter named Ivar. The only werewolf hunter Victor feared was Ivar, an unknown hunter his former pack leader often mentioned with caution. Despite the warnings, the leader didn't provide much information about Ivar, simply advising the pack to steer clear of any place associated with that name.
Though he despised feeling afraid, he respected his Alpha’s advice. As for Caesar, Victor dismissed him as a nobody. He smiled at the thought but yet, he couldn't shake off the notion that a mere hunter couldn't have killed a werewolf. Regardless, he decided to lay low, keeping his true nature hidden until he could leave Fur Rivers for good. And with that thought, he closed his eyes and slept off.
Unbeknownst to Victor, many secrets lurked in the shadows. His former pack leader had uncovered Ivar's true identity as Caesar 'Ivar' Davenport after banishing Victor, and it was only Marianna who knew Caesar’s second name as Ivar in Fur Rivers. Furthermore, the werewolf incident at the bar was orchestrated by Jack Axgorn, Victor's former pack Alpha.