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He shrugged, apparently not seeing the problem. “Shifters heal fast and are strong. It’s a fair fight.”
“And how does Eva fit into this?” I asked, almost to myself.
He looked at me blankly. “Eva? Is she a shifter?”
“No, she’s human. Petite with blond hair. Her guardian is a cop, Brent Michaels.”
“Oh her, the little bitch who ran away…”
My fist was around his throat before he had a chance to spew any more bile. “Tell me exactly what you know before Cole rips your dick off.” Cole’s wolf snarled at me in disgust. I got the impression he wasn’t pleased at the idea of touching King’s dick.
Well, tough. If it got the asshole talking, nothing was off the table.
The brunette groaned again, and half sat up, rubbing her head. Cole growled in her direction, just in case she felt like causing a problem. The woman squeaked, her eyes rolled back in her head, and then she was out for the count for a second time.
“Michaels was pissed that the girl ran away. He had plans for her, and her disappearing caused him problems.” Rage unfurled in my chest. I tightened my grip on his throat and his eyes began to bulge.
“Tanner, don’t kill him yet,” Silas advised with an eye roll.
He had a point. My grip loosened, and King heaved in a lungful of air. I stepped back and folded my arms across my chest. King gulped, rubbed his throat, and continued.
“He used the traffic cameras to pick up her trail. Said she crashed on the mountain but when he found the wreck, something spooked him and he left. He went back a couple of hours later expecting to find a body, but she was gone.”
Thank fuck Silas had found her.
“He’s had a tracker searching for weeks. I’m guessing the tracker found her if she’s gone missing.” I didn’t like the faint smirk on his face, but I decided to ignore it for now. It was obvious he knew a lot more than he’d admitted so far.
“Where’s she been taken?”
King shrugged. “How would I know?”
I turned to Cole. “Feel like a snack, dude?”
Cole’s wolfy lips curled back to reveal massive canines. Drool dripped down and pooled on the floor. His huge furry body edged forward, golden eyes fixed on King’s legs like they were the finest sirloin. Rage simmered in his eyes.
Don’t eat him yet. We need more information.
I’m not dumb, asshole.
“OK! Don’t let the wolf bite me!” King tried to get away from the slavering predator huffing around his calf, but he had nowhere to go. We had the only exits blocked. Shame.
“Then start talking,” Silas snarled. Cole’s wolf snapped threateningly, tearing a strip of denim, and King yelped with fear. Jesus Christ. Once this conversation was over, Cole was welcome to him. The prick was pathetic.
“He’s probably taken the girl to the Carelli Estate. That’s where the shifters are kept before and after fights until they’re sold on.”
“Carlos is behind this?”
King nodded. “He’ll fucking lynch me if he finds out I’ve spilled,” he muttered.
“Who’s more dangerous right now, King?” I asked. “Us or Carlos?”
King’s eyes slid over to Cole’s wolf and he trembled.
“Exactly. Where do the fights take place?”
“The old winery. The next one is tomorrow night.”
The Pine Hill Winery had been closed for years, after the original owner passed away and the estate was caught up in some kind of inter-family inheritance dispute. By the time the family dispute was settled, the vines had withered, and the house had fallen into disrepair.
