“He can shift, but his father couldn’t?”
“He shifted into a wolf. His abilities came from his mother’s side.”
“FUCK! He was probably a plant.” The man in charge of the drugs ten years ago, the man we were sent to take down was Estevan Ignatius. Eric had probably been throwing us off his father’s scent the entire time, dragging out our case, tipping Daddy off every time we got close. It would also explain how the asshole had our logo.
“Does this mean he’s taken over the family business?” Aces questioned.
“It would seem,” I snapped and rushed out of his tech room. Racing down the hall, I focused. “Get your ol’ ladies out of there and get your asses back to the clubhouse,” I ordered, not something I made a habit of with Knox or Gray, but this was not a time for merriment. Who knew what else Eric English was planning.
“What the hell is going on?” Knox demanded.
“Remember Eric English?”
“The boy who tried to be a man and fucked everything up, including getting himself shot?” Gray asked.
“The one and the same. Guess who is behind the drugs and whose daddy was behind the drugs ten years ago?” I could practically feel their anger coming through the mind speak.
“On our way,” Knox stated as I reached fuckwad.
“Did you deal directly with Enrique?”
“Yes. He recruited me to deal for him about a year ago, but then I decided to try it myself and skimmed some of the profits,” fuckwad answered breathlessly.
“Was he in a wheelchair?”
“No, but he walked with a limp.”
“How does Verity play into this?”
“I already told you,” he whined, sounding more and more like a fucking pussy. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to kill him to put himself out of his misery or put me out of misery.
“Tell me again. How did he know you knew her?”
“Verity and I have been friends for most of our lives. We were next-door neighbors. We tried to date, but she broke up with me. We’re still friends, though. He saw us when we were out to lunch one day. I’d been careful to avoid him. I don’t know what I did wrong. I mean—”
“Focus!” I yelled.
“He saw us out to lunch and said he would forgive everything if I gave her to him. I might have said I had her wrapped around my finger, but I don’t.” He was sobbing now, and I could barely understand a word he said.
But then something caught my attention. “What did you just say?”
“About him searching for her a few years ago?”
It was like pulling teeth to get answers from this guy. “Yes.”
“He said they met and he looked for her after that but couldn’t find her. After her freshman year, she transferred to another school, and only came back a couple of years ago to help out her parents.” He either held back or word vomited. There was no in-between.
“When?” I felt more and more desperate as the minutes ticked by.
“I don’t know. Our freshman year was ten or eleven years ago. I can’t think right now. If I had a hit… Aren’t you partners with him? His guards wear the same cut as you.”
“Did you give him her name?”
He shook his head no and then frowned. “Maybe? If you give me a pill, I’ll be in a better position to help you,” he begged.
As much as I wanted to kill him, I couldn’t. We needed him to stay alive a little longer, but this man would end up in a very deep hole.
“Please?”
Unable to stop myself, I threw another punch, hitting him in the stomach. If I went for the head, I didn’t trust myself to hold back enough to keep him breathing. It was taking everything in me not to kill him right now, but until I knew Verity was safe, I couldn’t risk it.
“Siam, bring Verity to the clubhouse,” I ordered my sister. If they were willing to have someone call Verity out to a dark alley, who was to say they wouldn’t try to take her themselves when they realized their initial plan failed. True, that was a two birds one stone type situation, but now there was only one birdy they would be concerned with, and I refused to allow them to touch one hair on my mate’s head.
“Why?” She sounded more miffed than she did worried.
“Because I said so.”
“Listen here, Dimitri, that might work on the guys in the club, but it doesn’t work on me. Never has. Not even when we were kids, and I was kicking your ass and making you eat dirt.” There were times when I really didn’t like my sister. Now was an excellent example of that.
When it came to my sister, I either had to tell her or make up some excuse she may or may not choose to believe. The woman always knew when I was lying. “The fuckwad who tried to kidnap her, offered her up to cover his drug debt.”
“Fuck!”
“Those were my sentiments exactly.”
“I’ll try.”
“Not try. You will get her here. You’re in as much danger as she is since you’re her roommate.”
“Maybe they don’t know where she lives,” Siam hedged. She was grasping at straws because she always tried to look for the bright side, but today, that didn’t exist.
“Fuckwad told them her name. It wouldn’t take much to find her. Get the fuck out of there and to the clubhouse, now!” I demanded with a growl. I was standing outside in the cool night air and wanted to punch something, so I hit the wall.
“That might be a problem. She won’t open her door and won’t talk to me.”
Rolling my head from left to right, I could feel and hear it popping. “You are a fucking snow leopard, and you can’t break down the door? This isn’t a time for playing nice or arguing. I’m sending some prospects to collect both of you.” Stepping into the shed again, I
