With a glance my way, the president flicked a signal, ordering me to warn Castor. I shot a text off to the VP to trace the call.
Alaric’s attention snapped to the right, and he hunched low, gun in hand.
Raine’s security approached, his soul alert and tense, ready to fire when he rounded the corner. One wave of my hand killed the gun’s trigger mechanism. It clicked three times before he realized and tossed it away, going for another gun.
This gave Alaric time to move quickly, smashing the man in the chin, knocking him out. The guy slumped to the floor, a mass of dark clothing, radios, and weapons.
Slade grunted his approval and dialed the number, which rang twice before the other end answered.
“This better be an emergency, Aya.” Colton’s crisp voice snapped down the line like cracking ice.
“Colton, so good to catch up with you.” Slade’s voice dripped melted ice… tame for what he wanted to do to the Ice Prince.
“What do you want, Mr. Vincent?” Colton’s voice hardened.
Slade’s lips pursed. “It doesn’t sound as sexy coming from you as it does my old lady.”
Colton sighed. “I don’t care what you get up to in your spare time.”
“I care what you do, cunt,” Slade snarled. “You fucked with the wrong man.”
The maid whimpered at the threats.
Colton remained calm and quiet, frozen in his facade of ice. Probably smugly sipping at a scotch on ice or something.
“I’m hunting you, Raine.” Slade’s finger punched the air. “Enjoy the last few days of your life. Waste your last dollars on blow and hookers. Doesn’t look like you have much left with your enemies closing in.”
He cut the call before Colton shot back a reply and dropped the phone back in the maid’s pocket.
“Get me his location.” Slade gave the maid her personal space back and moved for the exit.
A text from Castor came through with a position, and I searched it. “Mid Sydney. Artarmon,” I told my president. “Neutral territory for the mafia families. Sly coward is hiding from the other families where they can’t get him.”
“Pussy cunt!” Slade grinned at me, all teeth and beast. “What a shame those rules don’t apply to us.”
CHAPTER6
Aaliyah
Mate bond be damned.I didn’t need to read it to know things didn’t go well. Weary, frustrated expressions on my men’s faces told me everything when they came to collect me from my mother’s house.
Castor cuddled me as I waited for my men, meeting them outside first to get the lowdown because I couldn’t damn well wait. I didn’t want our dinner plans spoiled by club talk. Mia didn’t need to hear this, either.
Every bit of anticipation for the night ahead evaporated like water in the desert. I scratched at my skin, itchy, wanting to peel it off. Goddess, my breasts… heavy, sore, desperate for mouths on it. Body aching all over for relief from the burn of my shifter heat.
Sunset streaked the horizon behind my mates’ bikes, casting them in a gorgeous golden-purply light.
To our left, Pitbull and Slash stood guard, ready to take over and protect Mia in our absence. Castor and I moved away from them to talk avatar business.
“You didn’t find him?” I asked as Slade dismounted and cast off his helmet.
“Fucker’s hiding,” he growled, slamming his helmet on his handlebars, prompting Castor’s grip on my waist to tighten with unease. “We checked out the coordinates you gave us, Genius, but the weak cunt was long gone by the time we got there.”
We figured that was a possibility. Coward knew we were out for revenge. Damn Zethan should have kept his mouth shut in the Underworld and not let on we knew of Colton’s meddling. Then we could have taken the bastard by surprise. No cat and mouse game to hunt him. The longer he skulked about the place made me nervous that he was up to something. Planning to go out with a bang, like my fucking dirtbag of a brother.
Concrete dropped in my gut.
Castor caressed my stomach, breaking apart the stone lodged there. “I’ll keep searching for him.”
