Clearing his throat, Reno played with the straps of his helmet. “Would you mind helping me look for him?”
“Let’s take my truck.”
Setting his helmet aside, Reno joined Bear. “I was thinking that maybe Johnson would hide Baker in one of the houses that are empty on the outskirts—” Reno’s eyes narrowed when he spotted Officer Johnson cruising by in his police car. “That’s him.”
Bear reversed the truck and headed from the parking lot. They followed at a safe distance, making sure Johnson didn’t spot them. The dirty cop pulled into the police station and parked his cruiser.
Reno was out the truck and heading for Johnson with shifter speed. He grabbed the man, slammed his hand over the guy’s mouth, and dragged him over to Bear’s truck.
“What the fuck?” Bear said as his head snapped around, his eyes darting everywhere. “You trying to get us arrested?”
Reno lowered the tailgate and pulled Johnson in the back. The man struggled fiercely to get free, so Reno slugged him. “Just get us out of here,” he said quickly to Bear. “Take us to my place.”
“Assaulting a police officer and kidnapping,” Bear mumbled. “I’m going to be sleeping with Bubba.”
Reno ignored the prison reference as he held Johnson down, keeping him out of sight as Bear drove quickly through town. Johnson continued to try and get free, but Reno wasn’t letting him go.
Reno was pulling Johnson from the truck even before Bear had it in park. He hauled the man into the house and shoved him in a chair, relieving him of his gun and cuffs. Using the cuffs to lock the cop to the chair, Reno took a step back.
“I am going to make sure your prison sentence is long and hard,” Johnson threatened as he yanked at his bound hands. His eyes cut over to Bear and he smiled maliciously. “They are going to love you as well. Big guy like you should make a hardened criminal happy to make you his bitch.”
Reno hurried to his bedroom where he grabbed a bandana from his drawer. If he didn’t shut Johnson up, he was going to scare the shit out of Bear. His boss was a nice guy and he highly doubted the man had done anything illegal in his life. Reno sure as hell hadn’t. This was his first crime.
“Call Maverick and tell him what’s going on,” Reno instructed his boss as he gagged Johnson. “He’ll know what to do.” Because Reno hadn’t a clue. All he knew was that he wanted his mate back. He wasn’t even sure how to go about interrogating the man besides beating him senseless. That worked for him, but he wasn’t sure it would gain results.
“They’re on their way,” Bear said as he slid his phone back into the case on his hip. The man looked a bit shaken, but otherwise fine. Reno hated involving the shifter, but his decision to kidnap Johnson had been in haste and he hadn’t had any time to find another course of action.
Reno spun when his back door opened. He had thought the other cops had found out about Johnson and were now swarming his place, until he saw Maverick. How in the hell had he gotten there so quickly?
And he wasn’t alone.
Reno had heard of the Ultionem, but to see them gathered together and walking into his home sent a chill racing over him. The men wore grim expressions as they glanced around Reno’s kitchen.
Maverick walked over to the light switch and turned it off. The room was instantly bathed in darkness. Reno wasn’t sure what the alpha was up to until he saw a pair of flaming eyes appear in the dark. It was the eeriest thing he had ever seen.
When he turned the light back on, Reno saw who the set of eyes belonged to. The man was massive, not just in stature, but just from the very air he breathed. They put the bad in badass.
“This is Johnson?” one of the leaders asked as if not impressed with what he was looking at.
“That’s him,” Reno confirmed. “But I wasn’t sure what to do get him talking.”
Maverick violently rolled his shoulders as he fixed Johnson with a flat gaze. “Trust me, I’m very good at making the unwilling scream.”
Chapter Eleven
Baker looked out from between the bars, but didn’t see anyone in the dull-yellow hallway. He had been sitting in this cell for hours after Officer Johnson had come to his apartment to arrest him. A freaking unpaid traffic ticket. That was what the cop got him on. Baker had never heard of a police officer coming to someone’s home to arrest them for something so damn minor. Johnson hadn’t even let Baker make a phone call.
The cop had marched him down to the cells where he had locked him up and left him to rot. Baker hadn’t seen a soul since. If he could make one phone call, Baker was pretty sure he could call his dad for the money. His father would lecture him, and probably try to ground his ass for being arrested, even though Baker was a grown man now. But he would deal with that if he could just get the hell out of here. He hadn’t even had a chance to call Reno to tell him where he was.
The sad fact was, Baker didn’t even have Reno’s phone number. He had never bothered to ask for it. The guy had been stalking him so much that he was always around. Baker hadn’t needed it. He needed that number now. With a weary sigh, Baker took a seat on the hard cot. Sooner or later someone had to come down here and get him. Johnson couldn’t just lock him up
