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And now? Now I was about to see my last day.
Because these guys… they meant business.
I was fucked.
19
BOAZ
“I’m home.”
I flourished a bunch of flowers over my head, expecting Keane to fling his arms around me and say I was the best mate ever. And I was.
But the house was quiet. Not unusual, because he needed extra rest thanks to the little one growing in his belly.
I crept into the bedroom with the flowers behind my back. Poking my head around the door, my smile faded. The bed looked exactly as it had this morning when I made it before going to work.
What the…?
My heart constricted, and my wolf complained, telling me to cut it out and find Keane.
“Okay, stay calm. Nothing’s wrong. He’s fine. We’re all fine.”
Talking out loud to an empty room was supposed to convince me that was true. Damn, why had I listened to Keane when he insisted on getting rid of the damned cameras and tracking app. I slammed my fist on a nightstand, and it cracked and splintered, pieces of jagged wood scattering over the lush carpet my mate had bought.
This was what happened when I listened to other people. “Why?”
Slumping onto the couch with my head in my hands, I tried to piece together my scrambled thoughts. I could make this right because that was what I did for the pack. I was a fixer.
“Think, Boaz.”
Keane was working at home, so there were no bodyguards, but we had a security system on the gates and around the house. Keane had agreed to those because someone had snatched a parcel he had delivered.
“Okay, I can do this.” I logged into the system and scrolled back until my mate left the house around lunch time. Shit, he’d been gone for hours. He might have been kidnapped and flown across the country by now.
There was no one else in the feed, apart from me when I left for pack headquarters.
I screamed into a cushion, my frustrated tears wetting the expensive fabric. Oh no, Keane would be pissed at me. And I longed for him to be angry because he’d be here, safe and wagging his finger while pointing out the material needed to be dry cleaned.
Ezra. He was the tech guy of the family. He’d hack into the city’s CCTV network and find my mate.
“Help,” I barked into the phone without waiting for him to answer. “Keane’s missing. I need your skills.”
“I’ll bring the others.”
Ten minutes later two cars pulled up. Four brothers in one and Maynard in the other. They stormed in with glowering expressions and guns at the ready.
“Spill.” Ezra had his computer open, and the others roamed around the house, opening and closing doors.
I blurted out the details, and my brother paused his typing. “Did you try phoning him?”
His words hung in the air, but they were muddled and I couldn’t make sense of them. Had I called Keane? I checked my phone. Nope.
“And he didn’t message you.”
“Ummm…” My brain had stopped processing my thoughts the moment I exited the empty bedroom.
He had agreed he’d let me know if he was going out alone, and I flipped through the many apps on my phone. There was one, but I didn’t receive a notification.
