Wicked Guidance (Wicked's Way #4)

By Havan Fellows

Trouble has a way of finding Wick Templeton, even when he isn’t looking. This time trouble comes in the guise of a twelve-year old smart mouthed demon spawn who steals his wallet. The kid has a knack for pissing people off and making dangerous enemies.

Remind you of anyone?

Hopefully, someone’s got Wick's back, because he's got all he can handle keeping his four foot tall doppelganger alive.

Sometimes the only way for justice to prevail is to get a little Wicked...

Caution: This is the fourth in the series, and while you can read this by itself, Wick will find you and kick your butt if you don't read the awesomeness that is him in order.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Havan Fellows
• Release date: Jul 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310782343

Havan Fellows

I annoy, love, respect, scare, seduce, hurt, anger, infatuate, frustrate, flatter, envy, amuse and tolerate everyone. I just do it better in writing thanks to a little thing called...edits.Okay no, seriously...I'm a simple minded person who enjoys the escape from real life through a book. I write with the group Story Orgy and hope to continue doing so for a long time. I also am privileged to be with the Pulp Friction writers creating intermingling books in a world all our own. And just like every other red blooded human – I love hearing from people. So feel free to drop me a line – whether it's a comment on my blog, an email, a tweet or you track me down on FaceBook or Google + ... it's easy to catch someone who wants to be caught.

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Trouble has a way of finding Wick Templeton, even when he isn’t looking. This time trouble comes in the guise of a twelve-year old smart mouthed demon spawn who steals his wallet. The kid has a knack for pissing people off and making dangerous enemies.

Remind you of anyone?

Hopefully, someone’s got Wick's back, because he's got all he can handle keeping his four foot tall doppelganger alive.

Sometimes the only way for justice to prevail is to get a little Wicked…

Caution: This is the fourth in the series, and while you can read this by itself, Wick will find you and kick your butt if you don't read the awesomeness that is him in order.

Pulp Friction Presents

Wicked

Guidance

Wicked's Way #4

By

Havan Fellows

Smashwords edition published in the United States

Copyright © July 2013 by Havan Fellows

Acknowledgements

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, locations, incidents and positions are completely and absolutely a part of the author's skewed imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, businesses, events or locales are entirely coincidental and maybe a little bit freaky.

Cover Art by Laura Harner

Cover photo from iStock.com

Editing by Jae Ashley

All rights are reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical or otherwise, is forbidden without express written permission of the publisher/author. So please be good, good is fun.

Trademark Acknowledgements:

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following trademarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Brillo: Armaly Sponge Company

Crocodile Dundee: Paramount Pictures Corporation

Go-Go's: Ladyhead, LLC

Keeping Up with the Kardashians: E! Entertainment Television, LLC

LoJack: LoJack Operating Company, L.P.

Mack Truck: Mack Trucks, Inc.

Mitsubishi: Mitsubishi Jukogyo Kabushikikaisha Corporation

PlayStation: Kabushiki Kaisha Sony Computer Entertainment DBA Sony Computer Entertainment Inc.

Styrofoam: The Dow Chemical Company

Vans: Vans, Inc.

And now…for your reading enjoyment…

Wicked's Way

Book Four

Wicked Guidance

Chapter One

Wick's breath came faster as his heartbeat sped up. Damn, he was almost there. His legs were going to kick his ass when this was over. That's if he could stand straight on them and not collapse from the exertion he punished them with.

Knowing this had to end soon or he might as well write his obituary, he pumped his arms and bobbed his head as he put one final oomph into his movements.

Pain ricocheted through his side when he took a left too fast for his feet to keep up, causing his shoulder to bump and scrape the corner of the brick building. He only faltered for a second, ignoring the red hot searing that quickly dulled to a minimal continuous throb. His mark mere yards in front of him, the distance between them shortened with each step Wick forced on his body. He'd already have the little fucker if he hadn't played dirty and used his shorter stature to his advantage.

For all the impossibility of it, Wick's legs moved of their own accord, everything in him switched to adrenaline autopilot as he closed in on his perp. When his mind registered he was almost arm’s length away, he switched to a quick sprint, the extra burst of speed allowing him to reach his arm out—stretch just beyond his previous limit—and wrap his fingers around the collar of his mark and yank back hard.

The perp gasped and coughed, fighting for his next breath.

The few moments reprieve gave Wick a chance to concentrate on his own breathing. He slowly worked it back to normal and in the process stabilized his heartbeat to under the about to die of a heart attack rhythm it hit during the chase. He decided at that precise moment that yes, he did need to go back to the gym with Marcus. If nothing else at least he'd get to see the man in short shorts all sweaty; that would be worth his hour of hell right there.

A shrieking voice penetrated his thoughts about one of his oldest friends.

Get the fuck off me! I didn't do nothin'! The perp twisted and turned, trying to pry free of Wick's grip.

Yeah, I believe that. Wick humphed.

Help! Help, this man is trying to kidnap me!

That received a snort. Oh, so if the big man talk doesn't work you fall back on the woe is me shit? Thanks to that chase you put up we're way off the main road and tucked into this alley. Unless you've got Celine Dion's pipes ain't no one gonna hear you. He shook the kid's collar another time to get his wandering attention. Give me my damned wallet, you little fucking pipsqueak.

Even louder than before the boy bellowed, No! Stop! Please! I don't want to have sex with you! I'm just a little boy!

Wick rolled his eyes and tossed the kid up against the building. Well, that's damn good to know, because you don't do a thing for me. Impressive attempt, but still no dice. The people that live in these apartments wouldn't fucking open their door to help you, much less call the cops. You need to start thieving in better neighborhoods if you want protection from your victims.

The boy practically vibrated in place, bouncing on the balls of his feet, aching to find an opening so he could take off again.

Boy, so help you God, if you attempt to run, I will catch you again, and I won't be so nice the next time around. He held out his hand, palm up, and moved his fingers in a