“Right on time, Al. I think we found something,” he remarked seriously. I cocked my brow.
“Already?”
“You gave us a pack and a name. I don’t think that was information this guy planned on letting out,” Darien remarked, pushing his seat out. “It’s not much, but there’s a pack in Puerto Rico with that exact name.”
“The Caribbean…” I tilted my head. “I don’t get what fucking debt I have to pay to someone from so far fucking out…”
“Yeah, but it could be a century-old debt or something like that. You never know, it doesn’t need to be directly you,” Dustin added thoughtfully.
“Hmm, anything on the name?”
“The Escarras. There’s a wealthy family who owns a shitload of stuff in the States, but they are private people. I’m not sure if it’s the same, and nothing on an Enrique Ignacio Escarra,” Darien said, scratching his short beard thoughtfully.
“Hmm, we’ll relay what we learned to Janaina. They were from the States, they might know something.There’s also Alpha Kenneth of the Shadow Wolves Pack, his mate’s from the States. See if you can organise a meeting with them.”
“That pack…” Darien raised an eyebrow.
Yeah, okay, the guy was a fucking Ken doll and spoke like he was the fucking King of England with an accent and mannerisms of the royal family. Let’s just say he and I did not go well at one fucking table.
“Yeah… I’m sure his woman’s from Florida…” I frowned. Darien smirked slightly.
“Well, I better get on a call to Buckingham palace then,” he joked with a mock accent. I gave him a small smirk as I turned away, shoving my hands into my pockets as I pondered on the new information.
“Dustin… also, there are the old archives of packs from around the world. I doubt we’ll have them all or if they are even up to date, but if our families have crossed paths with this fucker’s, then maybe there’s something in the old archives…”
“The ones that were originally from the Black Storm Pack?”
“Yeah, I think some may still be there. Not all of them were brought here. I’ll contact Rayhan myself.” I needed to check out how Del was coping, too.
I left the room, taking my phone out as I walked to my office, unlocking the door with my fingerprint. The lights came on automatically when I entered and walked over to my desk, dropping into my seat as I video-called Rayhan. Taking out a cigarette, I lit it as I waited for him to answer.
Moments later, he answered the call, clearly having just stepped out of the shower, wearing nothing but some jeans and a towel in hand.
“Eager to answer my call?” I remarked, taking a drag of my cigarette as he sat down on his bed,
“You wish, but I did think it may be important,” he replied, towelling his hair. The fuck did he keep his hair so fucking long for? The amount of care that shit needed made no fucking sense.
“Hmm. So, how’s Spitfire doing?” I asked. He looked at the screen, and I didn’t miss the anguish that flickered in his eyes before he masked it, looking off to the side.
“Handling well… but she’s exhausted. It’s fucking draining her,” he replied. I felt fucking guilty. I really needed to sort this shit out as soon as fucking possible.
“Is she awake?” He nodded, and for a moment, I was looking at the luxurious ceilings of the Rossi Mansion, or the fucking palace if you wanted to call it that. “Kitten… I got you.” His quiet words came along with a whimper and a whisper.
“I’m okay.”
The camera was back on them, and I looked at Delsanra, who, like Dante, was covered in those veins. Her skin looked almost as white as her hair, and her blue eyes looked pale.
“Hey, Spitfire, still holding up?”
“Obviously,” she replied, giving me a small smile as she leaned against Rayhan’s chest, his arm around her tightly as he cradled her in his lap.
“Good to fucking hear. We got a pack name and the fucker’s son’s name. The pack originates from Puerto Rico, and it’s called the Fuego De Ceniza Pack. The Alpha family’s called the Escarras.” Rayhan frowned, running his fingers through his wet locks.
“Doesn’t sound familiar…”
“Yeah, I know. Just check the old archives of packs that we do fucking know of. See if you can bring them down.”
“I’ll do that. Mom wanted to speak to you, but she’s been holding off, knowing you’re busy. Could you give her a call when you have a moment?”
