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Foi’s head shot up and he smirked at the tiger in front of him. “I tracked blood all over the kitchen and last night I slept in your bed without washing any of it off.” He was lying about not washing the night off, Porter had seen to it. But it didn’t matter even if Jaygen could smell the lie from him. The tiger shifter was so far gone he doubted he even noticed the bitterness in the air. “Amy washed blood and dirt off in the kitchen sink.”
The tiger growled and paced more his tail flicking angrily, but still there was no fucking Jaygen.
Foi banged his head against the bars. He needed something more.What could get Jaygen back?He needed the stuffy bastard in his life. Foi wasn’t sure when or where it had become a need, but at some point, Jaygen had become a pillar in his life that he couldn’t live without. Yes, they argued and were at each other’s throats, but Jaygen was a constant in Foi’s life when he’d previously had none.
Foi’s hands began to tremble. “Please, Porter, Oz, and Cy need you.” Foi sucked in a ragged breath and stared deeply into Jaygne’s ice-cold eyes. “I need you, you fucking stick in the mud. Stop letting this control you. The Jaygen I know bows to no one and nothing.” His hands tightened around the bars. “Don’t you dare let these bastards turn you into a little bitch. Ineedyou!”
A flicker sparked in Jaygen’s gaze and Foi held his breath as he watched, transfixed as the tiger before him, broke and reshaped into Jaygen. The man’s normally perfect blond hair was disheveled and he was bent over, shaking from head to toe. But as Jaygen lifted his head, the wild look was gone and it’s place was the controlling asshole Foi had gone from hating to loving.
“About fucking time, dick,” Foi growled.
“You will pay for that comment later and the mess you made,” Jaygen said.
Foi had no idea hearing his voice would calm him so much, but something inside of him settled.
Jaygen sat up, and he pushed the blond strands back. “You need to go get Porter.”
“We can go get him together right now,” Foi said as he looked for the padlock and yanked. The shit wasn’t breaking.
“If it was that easy I’m sure many of the supernaturals in here would have broken out already. It’s magically locked,” Jaygen said.
Foi growled,fuck.
“Don’t worry about it, I will figure it out. You go get Porter now. That sick son of bitch Michele has him.”
Foi’s heart felt as if it had actually stopped for a second. “What?” The word scraped against his throat like swallowing glass. He told Porter he couldn’t lose him. Darkness started to creep at the corners of his vision. No, no he couldn’t let anything happen to him. He was so close to having a pack, to having something that was worth everything. A hand wrapped around his throat, and Foi was yanked close against the bars.
“Listen to me mutt, he isn’t dead or weak. Go get Porter.”
“What about y—”
“There are keys. They have to have them on hand and ready to hand over to the winner of the auction,” Amy’s voice appeared out of nowhere. “Go save my brother please.” Even faced with danger, the woman stood strong.
Arden stood in the doorway looking pissed off. His dark gaze took in all of the full cages. It was nothing new and Foi was sure that there were supernaturals that didn’t want to be there like Jaygen, but then there were some with nowhere else to go.
“Go now,” Jaygen said as he squeezed Foi’s throat one more time before releasing him.
Foi nodded. He wouldn’t let things end here and he’d be damned if he lost everything without putting up a fight. Foi shifted and dropped down to four paws before chasing down Porter’s scent.
The moment Foi caught onto it, he doubled his speed. Fear and blood laced the normally sweet smell that was Porter. He growled as his claws scraped against the floor. His wolf was ready. They’d kill any and everyone that stood in their way.
Porter was close. Foi could practically taste it in the air. He didn’t stop to think or come up with any kind of plan. All he knew was that he needed to get to Porter. Now. He barged into a room, his gaze taking everything in faster than his brain had time to process.
Porter was on his knees, blood dripping down his face from a cut right above his eyebrow. His hair was clutched by a huge muscled man who had his meaty fist cocked back and aimed for Porter’s face.
Foi’s claws sank into the carpet and his muscles bunched as he used every ounce of strength his body possessed and propelled himself at Michele. His mouth was wide open and ready to tear into the man’s flesh.
Foi collided with the man sinking his sharp teeth and claws. He’d hurt Porter. The blood that gushed into his mouth did nothing to quench his hunger for the man’s death.
“What the fuck,” someone shouted.
But Foi didn’t turn; he bit down harder until bone scraped against his canines. He’d rip the man apart until he was nothing more than a puddle of carnage. A fist collided with his ribs, and Foi’s hold loosened slightly as pain wrapped its thorny clutches around him.
Another punch and then another but Foi held on he shook his head, making the man scream as the world around him tilted to the side. The unrelenting ground came at him fast, and Foi swallowed back the whimper as his body slammed against it. His grip on the man faltered, and as he tried to go in for his throat next, he’d missed the other man in the room.
Gabriel Manetti’s foot connected with Foi’s throbbing side and sent him rolling across the floor. “Fucking dogs. You should always put them down, isn’t that right son?”
The mafia boss aimed at Foi but he didn’t care. Fuck his life. He growled low, ready to attack and kill the piece of shit father Porter had been cursed to have. Without Porter, there was no reason to live.
