Thankfully Keagan was open to his calm and quickly settled down. As firm as he could place it, Sergio put up a temporary wall between himself and his beloved. He needed to keep his head in the game, and his bond was too new to not react to every emotion his beloved gave off.
Now they had to deal with the jackal before others happened into the room and suffered the same outcome as they had or worse. Kash made a quick move to the center and then left catching the guy's attention and gunfire as Sergio came at him from the right.
Sergio overpowered him as Kash entered and delivered a simple headshot putting the guy down quick and clean. They moved on and caught up with Master Hadden as he stood over the bodies of several shifters before moving towards the entrance to the large room they had so determinedly protected.
The room was dead silent. A large desk stood in the back corner. There was a door off to the left side of the desk, and it stood open as if someone had just vacated.
The three of them approached the desk watching the man seated there. It was Harold Ramsey, and he was not responding to their presence. They took several steps closer and moved to either side of the desk watchful for any movement or trap. He just sat there silent and staring, and then it became apparent what was the cause.
Harold Ramsey was dead; someone snapped his neck and left him sitting at his desk, staring into nothingness. Kash took off out the door to see if the perpetrator was still in the area while Sergio and Master Hadden contemplated the scene.
Master Hadden approached the body and placed his hand on the forehead. “He didn’t see his attacker. He’s been dead for well over an hour, long before we arrived.”
“What does it mean?” Sergio asked.
“Ramsey is dead along with his men. Your beloved is safe.”
“Who do you think killed him?”
“It would seem that there is someone else in town looking to take over. Or perhaps someone with a duty to the Massey family. We’ll have to wait and see who rears their head.” With that, Master Hadden left the room.
Sergio stood for several minutes staring at the dead body of Harold Ramsey, the man he wanted to tear limb from limb for the threat and abuse he caused Keagan. But he was already dead. He appeased some of his frustration by grabbing the man and throwing him across the room. Kash returned to the room as Ramsey’s body slammed into the wall and then hit the floor.
“Feel better?” He asked with a grin.
“A little,” Sergio told him with a grim look.
“Well, the wolf pack is set to level this place, so how about you and I go give them a hand. Nothing like a little chaos and destruction to ease one’s mind.” Kash patted his shoulder, and they headed out.
“Did you find anything?” Sergio asked as they descended the stairs.
“Nothing, there was a strange odor in the back stairwell off that exit, but I couldn’t identify what it was. Could have been anything or anyone, didn’t smell paranormal.” Kash and Sergio jogged out the door and met up with Kristof and his men as they lit up the night. Bringing this place down and knowing that Ramsey was no longer a threat to his beloved went a long way in satisfying Sergio’s need for blood.
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Keagan sat at the window, staring out into the night. He could no longer reach Sergio couldn’t get a read on his condition or his emotions, but his heart told him he was alive. He saw an explosion off in the distance and knew it was connected to tonight’s activities. His heart rate increased as gradually he began to feel his beloved once again.
He was reaching out to him. He was coming home. It was a massive relief, and Keagan felt his entire body relax upon contact with Sergio. He loved that man, and he would not fail to tell him so and do it often. Sergio was a competent soldier, he told himself, and in time he would get used to this. It was a better life and a better love than he’d ever imagined. He would be thankful and not fearful.
He didn’t have to wait long before the object of his intense desire came walking back through the door. Keagan could not contain himself, and much like the night at the rental house, he ran and jumped into Sergio’s arms. He wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around his middle. Sergio caught him easily and held him secure as he took Keagan’s mouth in a consuming kiss filled with love and a dash of desperation. It was delicious.
He gripped Sergio as if his life depended upon the contact. “Are you hurt, I felt you get hurt.”
“No, I’m fine. I heal fast.”
“Is it over?”
“It’s over, sweetheart.” Sergio smiled and kissed the side of Keagan’s face and then his nose and then his forehead.
“I love you, Sergio, and I promise I will do everything in my power to make you happy.” Keagan needed to declare himself and make clear to his lover just what the man truly meant to him.
“I love you too, sweetheart, and you make me happy just being here. I’ve never had anyone jump into my arms and hold me the way you do.” Sergio rained some more kisses on his face and shoulder.
Keagan had no more words at that point but took Sergio’s lips in a kiss that was hard and demanding and filled
