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This was not good.
He’d planned on getting rid of the boy before delivering Isabella and her mate to Logan. Fucking Ramjis and their inability to create a scent, he thought acidly.
Somehow, some way they’d followed him.
When they sniffed the air and their eyes fell on the little boy with open greed he knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter. He couldn’t risk them bringing him to a Master or torturing the shit out of the kid in hopes to “Train” him.
“Give us the Pyte,” one of the demons said as every weapon shifted on him.
“No,” he said, moving his foot back and shoving the twelve inch solid metal door open more.
“We’re not going to tell you again.”
“Then I won’t tell you no again. He’s not going with you,” Kale said, praying that he didn’t regret this one day.
“No!” the human shouted as he stepped in front of him.
Kale cursed up a storm as the first gunshot sounded.
Through the blaring sounds of two more shots he heard the sound of an inhuman roar, but he barely paid attention to it. He released the little boy’s throat and grabbed him by the scruff his neck and shoved him back into the tunnel just as the human male stumbled back, but Kale was ready for him.
His fangs slid down and as fast as he could manage it he ripped his own wrist open and shoved it into the man’s mouth, forcing him to take his blood as he gasped for air. He wasn’t sure why the Ramjis demons weren’t filling him with silver and at the moment he didn’t care.
This human had impressed him and taken a bullet meant for him. It didn’t matter that he’d done it for the little boy, he couldn’t ignore that kind of debt. It wasn’t a guarantee that it would work, but as his blood poured down the man’s throat he considered them even. He yanked the man inside and dropped him to the ground.
“Don’t make me regret this,” he said, to the little boy looking up at him with bright blue eyes filled with terror. “Run and get help!’ he snapped as he shoved the hatch shut, sealing them inside.
“Chris!” Isabella screamed, drawing his attention to the reason why he was still alive.
His eyes widened in shock as the Sentinel male struggled against the hold of two battered demons, but that’s not what shocked him. The two dead demons at their feet who looked like he’d torn them apart with their bare hands had him cursing.
Shit…….
“Stop!” one of the demons ordered as Isabella let out a cry of pain.
He watched as Chris immediately stopped fighting and looked at his mate. He could practically taste the man’s fear as his eyes narrowed on the knife at her throat.
A second later when a bullet tore through his shoulder he couldn’t really say that he was shocked.
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“You shove my wife one more time and I will kill you,”
Chris bit out evenly as he reached out and took her hand into his, ignoring the glares from the men as they were ushered up the backstairs of a modest brownstone.
The demons didn’t respond, but then again she hadn’t expected them too. Chris’ attack had unnerved them almost as much as it had her. She still couldn’t believe what happened. Although it seemed like several minutes had passed from the moment they pointed the guns on the bastard responsible for all of this to when a knife was placed at her throat it probably was only a few seconds.
She could feel Chris’ hand tremble and she knew that he wasn’t afraid for himself or even for her, but for his brother. Her lip began to quiver and she forced herself to be strong. He was going to be all right. He had to be.
He’d only been part of her life for a few months, but she couldn’t imagine her life without him.
“Down the stairs,” one of the men said as they walked into a modestly decorated kitchen.
With one last prayer for Joshua and Marc she took a deep breath and went down the stairs with Chris at her back. She could hear the shifter’s muffled curses as they dragged him down behind them. Besides being responsible for kidnapping them, she couldn’t figure out the man’s place in all of this. Had those other men double crossed him? Or simply decided to take over the job? Whatever the reason they really didn’t like him.
She’d figured that out when the men had taken turns beating the hell out of him.
Something told her that none of the men would have even approached him if he hadn’t been injured and bound. He had a dangerous aura to him that matched Chris’ and Ephraim’s. While they kicked and punched him he lay there silently. He hadn’t muttered a single word or sound.
She walked down into a large basement and almost stumbled when she saw what awaited them in the middle of the room, a small cell with thick bars. Without a word they were ushered towards it. She knew by the way Chris was gripping her hand that he didn’t want her going in there, but she didn’t have a choice. She couldn’t risk them hurting him.
As they stepped into the cell, the shifter was tossed into the cell, landing on the hard cement floor with a sickening thud. She looked back in time to see the door to the cell slammed shut.
Chris took her into his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll get you and the baby out of this. I promise.”
“I know,” she mumbled, not really sure there was a way out of this. Her eyes shot to the men leaning against the walls, watching them. She turned her head and found more men at the back wall.
Praying they wouldn’t see what she was doing, she reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out her phone and held it beneath her stomach. With one hand she scanned her thumb and before she could figure out how to use her other hand without giving herself away she felt Chris’ fingers move over the small keypad.
She let out a relieved sigh as she looked up and met his eyes. With a wink he took the phone from her and placed it back in her pocket.
“It will be okay,” he promised again and she knew their chances of surviving this had just been increased, but there was no guarantee that they’d be found before someone thought to search her or decided that they didn’t need them and got rid of them.
A small groan caught her attention. She looked down to find the shifter watching them. He’d seen everything.
She felt her heart race with fear as she waited for him to alert the guards, but instead he gave her a subtle shake of his head as he struggled against his binds to sit up.
It would probably be one of the dumbest things she’d ever done, but she could just leave him lying there bleeding and barely able to move. She knew she should just turn her back on him after what he’d done, but she couldn’t forget that he’d saved Marc and hopefully Joshua when he shoved them back into the tunnel and sealed the door.
