“Speak.”
No one needed any clarification who he meant.
“Got a call on the book line.”
Before Monster said another word, Prowler snatched the phone.
“Where is she?” When he got no response, he looked at Monster.
“They’ll call back in twenty. Said you must answer, or they start carving. That was about fifteen minutes ago.”
He turned on his road captain and had him by the shirt. “Why didn’t you call me then?” Prowler spoke through the canines he purposefully lengthened.
“Because.” His eyes flashed. “I didn’t want to waste a single second,” Monster snarled back. “My office is thirty minutes away on the best of days. I just made it in half that, then threw my sled to the fucking ground, all so you wouldn’t miss the fucking call.”
Monster’s wolf had issues, and it showed in times like these. Prowler dropped his eyes to the silver cuff he wore to keep his feral wolf in check. Yep, issues.
Prowler took in Monster’s appearance, and it was obvious he was traveling pretty fast without a helmet. His hair was plastered back, there were random blood specks and nicks on his face, and he wasn’t wearing his cut. Fuck, his brother went above and beyond for his girl.
Releasing his shirt and cupping the back of Monster’s head, he brought their foreheads together. “I’m sorry, brother. Thank you. I owe you.”
He’d just turned to the rest of the room when the phone rang.
“Where the fuck is she, you bastard?” Probably not the best way to answer the call, but Prowler was done. No matter what this fucker said, they were heading to that house as soon as the call was finished. That’s where her phone was, so that was better intel than anything the dead man talking would say.
“Mykayla, say hello to your lover.” The next voice he heard was Taylor’s.
“Prowler?”
“Fuck, babe, are you okay? Where are you?”
“I’m sorry, protect Cass. T—” Her words turned his blood to ice, and then they were abruptly cut off.
“Taylor! Taylor!” Prowler screamed at the phone.
“Listen, Prowler. If you want Mykayla, oh I’m sorry, you know her as Taylor. Whatever her name is, if you want to see her in one piece again, you’ll have two hundred and fifty thousand dollars put into locker 17 in the men’s locker room at Top Notch Gym on Rainbow. Lock it with the lock that’s inside.”
“I’m going to eat your heart, motherfucker,” Prowler threatened.
“So, is that a no on the money then? I guess I’ll start with those luscious tits of hers. I’ll put them in a box and send them to you.”
“WAIT. Don’t hurt her. I’ll get you your fucking money, but how will I get my mate back?”
“Once I have the money, I’ll give you the address where she’ll be safe and sound, waiting for her knight in shining armor to save the day. You have until eight, or it’s bye-bye breasts.”
With that, the fucker hung up.
“That was Travis,” Ghoul declared. “I’d recognize his nasally voice anywhere.”
“That, and he called her Mykayla. That means Taylor is the sister who fell off the face of the earth a while back.” Kansas observed.
“Couple that with what she told Cass and what she just said about protecting Cass, and I’d bet he’s the reason why,” Chef added.
It was a lot to take in at once, and Prowler had to remove his emotions from the equation and operate with a clear head.
“Chef, join Creedence at my place. One of you inside with eyes on Cass.” With nothing more than a nod, he complied with Prowler’s order. She’d hate it, but he wasn’t taking any chances with her safety.
“Bulldog, Kansas, and Ghoul with me. No colors.”
