Rafe walked around the desk and clapped Sloan on the back, then looked him square in the eyes. “You’re a good man, Sloan. Best man I have ever met, and I’ve met a lot. You will make a damn good father. Never doubt that.” Rafe was more serious than Sloan had ever seen him, and then he laughed. “I swear I never in a million years thought those words would ever comeout of my mouth. Now come on, Daddy. It’s been a long time since I watched you interrogate anyone.”
“You might not live long enough to see it if you call me Daddy again,” Sloan growled, giving him a sideways glare as they exited the office.
“Don’t worry you never will again.” Rafe shivered with a disgusted look on his face. “That didn’t feel right coming out of my mouth.”
Sloan chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re still a crazy son of a bitch.”
“No other way to be.” Rafe stepped into the elevator, hitting the button before glancing at him. “I’d like to meet the woman who tamed Sloan Murphy one day.”
“You are welcome anytime, friend.” Sloan stepped out of the elevator where King was waiting.
“He’s in there.” Casey nodded toward a closed door.
“Thanks, Casey.” Rafe nodded as Casey walked past them and disappeared. “I’ll take King into the viewing room.”
Sloan nodded, then headed for the door.
As he opened the door and stepped inside, he was no longer Sloan Murphy. He was a pissed off Warrior who no longer lived by any rules. No longer was he Sloan Murphy.
Dr. Phillips sat in the middle of the room, cuffed to a chair that had been bolted to the floor. His expensive shirt was wrinkled, his tie gone, and sweat had already darkened the collar. The bastard looked up fast, and for one second Sloan saw fear beforethe man tried to hide it behind the same arrogance that probably worked in exam rooms and hospitals.
It didn’t work here. Not with him.
Sloan shut the door behind him, the sound echoing through the room. He didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, looking at the man who had betrayed his mate. The man who had smiled at her, lied to her, put her under, and done something to her body she had never agreed to.
The man who had made Sloan’s mate think she was losing her mind.
Sloan looked at the cuffs then to the two-way mirror. “Remove the cuffs.” Sloan ordered, then looked back at Phillips. “I want him to come at me.”
The door opened immediately as Casey walked in and did exactly that, then exited the room.
“I don’t know who you think you are,” Phillips said, his voice not nearly as steady as Sloan was sure he wanted it to be, “but you can’t hold me here.”
Sloan slowly took off his sunglasses and set them on the small metal table against the wall. There was one chair in the room that sat empty, but Sloan wasn’t sitting.
“I’m a doctor,” Phillips snapped when Sloan didn’t answer. “I have rights.”
Sloan turned his head, his eyes locking on Phillips. “You lost any rights you think you had when you betrayed my mate.”
Phillips visibly swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Sloan smiled, but there wasn’t a damn thing friendly about it. “That’s your first mistake.”
Phillips’s eyes flicked toward the mirrored glass.
“No one is coming in here to save you.” Sloan stepped closer, his voice calm. Too calm. “Not a lawyer, not a judge and definitely not whatever thing you made a deal with.”
Phillips went still.
There it was.
Sloan saw it, and the rage inside him sharpened into something deadly.
“I didn’t make a deal with anyone,” Phillips said, his hand clutching at his chest as if breathing had suddenly become hard.
Sloan tilted his head. “Second mistake.”
The doctor pressed his lips together, his tan skin turning pale with fear.
