Page 93 of The Vampire's Soul
It appeared so.
President Volkov wouldn’t just let him leave. Mack was surprised they didn’t have the Russian Guard knocking down the doors right now.
“You telling me that Volkov let you walk away without handing over the documents?” Mack demanded.
“Yes.”
“Fucking liar.” Mack growled.
“Just kill him.” Ben shook his head. “Who wants the honors?”
“Oliver. Logan. Teleport in,” Kurt said, and ten seconds later the two vampires appeared.
“Fuck.” Nikolay jumped.
“Surprise! More magic.” Ben laughed, walking around the human and coming to stand beside him.
They updated Oliver and Logan on what they’d learned.
“Motherfucker,” Logan growled. “This is going to start—”
Kurt’s phone rang.
“Boss.”
“You need to get out of there. Now!” They all heard Brayden yell.
Eyebrows shot through the roof at the powerful command which plowed through the very core of who they all were.
“We have Nikolay.”
“Kill the cunt. Now.”
“Wait. We can do a deal—” Nikolay began, but no one was listening.
Kurt turned to Mack and gave him a short nod.
“This shot belongs to you on behalf of all the wolves. Including my mate.”
Woah.
“Brayden chose you to for this mission so you could have this moment. Take it, my man.”
Mack was speechless for a second, the honor weighing heavily on his shoulders as his gaze drifted across the space to the mob boss.
Nikolay lifted his hands, but Mack sneered, his fangs making an appearance.
The asshole had killed so many people and vampires with his life of crime. He’d kidnapped the two princesses and his actions in Moscow were going to have global repercussions.
Mack had never heard the prince sound so alarmed or felt his power rush through him as he had a moment ago.
They were in danger—he felt that in his bones.
In his blood.
A bullet was too kind; he had something else in mind. Mack strode over and gripped Nikolay by the neck, lifting him into the air.
Nikolay kicked and scratched at his arms.
