Page 32 of Targeted By Fate
A body collapsed at our feet, blood gushing from a head wound. One less to worry about.
“Ezra is going to take you to the doctor.” I hated not being with my mate, but he needed medical attention, and I had to be here.
My mate looked over my blood-spattered shoulder as a man was flung against a wall. More blood spurted from his neck, but his eyes told the true story. He was dead before he hit the floor.
“Go, and I’ll see you soon.” Ezra put an arm around Keane and led him out. Our own bodyguards would drive them to the doctor.
I whirled around now that my beloved was safe. “Where is he?”
The VIP room, which minutes earlier had been pristine and sumptuous, was now splattered in gobs of flesh and fluids. But I wanted Cassian. Whether he administered the drug or gave the okay for someone else to, he was responsible for my mate almost dying. And many others. Not that I knew the quantity of the drug Keane had ingested. But I had no doubt if left unattended, he would’ve suffered severe, maybe life-threatening consequences.
Maynard was bent over catching his breath while Thiago and Lake inspected the bodies, making sure they’d stopped breathing. One guy pleaded for his life, but Riggs took aim and put a bullet in his head.
“That’s all of them,” he said as he walked toward us, climbing over bodies.
“All but one.”
I headed for the back of the club. The exits were almost invisible, covered in the same garish wallpaper as the walls. Flinging open the door, I caught sight of Cassian hemmed in by bodyguards making his way to a car.
Not giving a shit about being outnumbered or whether my brothers were with me, I charged out, fur rippling over my arms. My clothes vanished, and my wolf raced as if he had the wind behind him. Leaping over one car, he landed on Cassian, and the guy went down, splatting on the concrete. Nasty. Squashed Cassian.
The bodyguards shrieked and fled. So much for loyalty. They’d be dealt with later.
Cassian was still breathing, and I took my skin, much to my wolf’s annoyance as he wanted to finish him off. Grabbing him by the neck, I hauled him to his feet and flung him over the car hood.
He grinned, blood staining his teeth. “You’ll never win. You can’t stop us. I’m just one man.”
“One man less.” I gave my wolf his fur, and his canines ripped through Cassian's throat. A gurgling was the indication he was dying, no cry, no whimper, just blood oozing.
“This needs a clean-up crew.” Thiago was on the phone while Maynard gave me his coat. It was huge and covered my butt. It’d do until I got to the car.
“We’ll stay and deal with the police, and I’ll call Alpha. Go to Keane.” Maynard waved me away.
My mate was at the clinic, adjacent to the doctor's office. It was for shifters and manned by shifters.
“Hey, how are you, Kitten?” The doctor had already told me Keane was doing well.
“What happened?” My mate picked dried blood off my face. “I hope the other guy is worse off.”
“Depends which one you’re talking about, but Cassian is dead, along with his bodyguards and some hangers-on in the VIP room.
“Cassian. Cassian. Shit he was the one who drugged me. I should’ve known. He tipped so well, and I poured the wine, but…”
“Judging drug lords by how well they tip is not a reliable scale.” It was my fault because everyone was aware Keane was my mate. That made him a target.
“I’m glad you killed him. Wait, it was you who ended his life, right?”
I nodded.
“Good riddance. The world is better off without him in it.”
16
KEANE
I slept for nearly three days after being drugged at the club. I spent most of the time in my skin—my cat falling back. I almost shifted out of rage when I first discovered what happened, but after that, my beast had been chill. My mate was by my side the entire time.
When I woke up long enough to roll around, I could feel his warmth, his safety, his love. As I got up to use the restroom, he was there to keep me steady on my feet. After I woke because my throat was so dry I couldn’t speak, he gave me a drink. He was my protection, my love, my home.
