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HUNTER 1
“Move,” I say for the second time as I try to walk past Frost, bumping into him when he doesn’t move.
“Piss off,” he says, which shouldn’t surprise me, as Frost is always in a mood.
“This is fucking heavy, and if you don’t move, I’m going to drop it on you,” I threaten, my anger now also rising at his stubbornness. I see him look over his shoulder for the first time since I spoke, and then grunt in annoyance when he sees the engine I have in my arms, but he finally moves out of the way.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Frost mutters as I walk past towards King’s office. My bike blew the engine the other day, and now King refuses to give me a spare until mine is fixed. Yes, I know I’m a bit rough with it, but if we are after a fucking suspect, we’re not going to crawl along as if we are driving Miss Daisy.
I see King on his cell as I approach, pacing up and down the length of his office. As Alpha, he isn’t someone I want to toy with, but I’m climbing the walls being here the whole day. I need to get out there. I need to be in the open even if it’s just riding around, making as if I’m delivering shit as a cover while we investigate the cases we have. My muscles are starting to burn, but I ignore them as I walk into the office.
King has his back towards me, but when I enter, he turns, and I can see his eyes start to slit when he sees the engine in my arms. I walk straight towards his desk and am about to drop it on there when his words stop me.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The warning in his tone is enough to hold me back, but when I glance at him and see the way his teeth are bared and how his eyes have changed into a deep blue, I step back a couple steps and drop it on the ground. The sound of the engine hitting the ground reverberates throughout the office.
In the blink of an eye the phone, he was holding is on the floor and I am up against the wall, his hand around my neck as he holds me up. “Explain!” he growls, which is a bad sign when you’re the recipient of King’s ire.
“Fuck, King, I can’t sit around this place any longer. I have shit to do, and you don’t want me to use one of the new motorcycles,” I state in anger, but when he growls deep in his throat, I lower my eyes, not wanting to make it worse.
“You should have thought about that when you were revving the fucking bike at the speed you were, when they are not made for it. I warned you, Hunter.” He flicks his wrist, which has me tumbling to the floor. We are all strong in our own right, but as Alpha of our pack, King has all the abilities we have, but enhanced tenfold. From the ten of us in the pack, King and Goliath are the brawniest. We all work out, not that we must, as our constitutions are naturally fit, but to expend some of our extreme energy.
“Now take this fucking engine out of here and let the others know I want a meeting later.” With that command, he turns away from me and strides towards where his cell phone had dropped onto the floor. I see him looking at the screen and then grunt. King has a quick temper, but he is also a fair leader who will die for anyone in his pack. We all have the highest respect for him as a leader and as a brother.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, as it’s clear that something is angering him.
“They suspect narcotics are making their way through the post office again. That was the commercial director,” he mutters as he lifts his hand and strokes it through his midnight-black hair. “It’s the third time at the same depot. There must be someone higher up in the chain involved that we haven’t sniffed out.”
“Which depot are we talking about?”
“Black Thorn,” he mutters as he walks behind his desk and sits down. I was the one doing the rounds in Black Thorn last week. To be honest, one of the postmen there is a little dodgy, but more in line with being a perv and not so much into stealing.
“Does he know how long it has been happening?” I ask. When I think of who the fucker distributing drugs right under my nose might be, my anger ignites.
King shakes his head in response and then goes back to looking through some papers on his desk. I have seen way too many kids die because of drugs. The person who thought he could grow his illegal business right under my watch is in for a rude awakening. I turn to make my way out of the office, but am stopped when I hear a growl from behind me. Turning, I see King’s angry gaze. Only then do I remember the fucking engine.
Grunting, I squat down and pick up the useless thing before making my way out again.
“Told you,” Frost says as I approach.
“Oh, put a sock in it,” I growl as I make my way out again. I could have just told Frost about the meeting later, but I didn’t feel like it. I will text all of them at the same time. I make my way back to the garage where we all keep our bikes. Just inside the door, I toss the engine to the side in anger and just miss Hawk as he walks from behind one of the shelves.
“What the fuck, Hunter? I don’t need my head bashed in,” he says angrily.
“Didn’t see you,” I grunt in apology.
“Guess it didn’t go as you expected, did it?” Hawk asks as he walks towards his bike. He’s wearing his Glock tucked behind him in the waistband of his jeans.
“Are you headed out?” I ask instead of answering. Hawk is our best tracker. When we have a case of a missing person or are looking for a suspect, he’s the one who tracks them down.
“Yeah, I have a feeling about that missing girl that I want to follow up.” Like all of us, we rely a lot on our intuition, which never lets us down.
“King wants to meet later.” Hawk looks over his shoulder at me as he straddles his bike, a frown marring his forehead, but he nods and then starts his bike and rides away. Something that I would like to be doing. Looking around the garage, I grunt. The only bikes still here are King’s, Frost’s, and Goliath’s. The others all seem to have left already. Looking at my Ducati Monster in the corner, I can feel myself glaring at it.
“It’s not its fault, you know.” I look over at Goliath, who has just walked in. His long dark-brown hair is tied up and away from his face, which tells me that he’s not going out yet. His hazel eyes don’t miss anything as he looks at me.
“I know,” I mutter as I shake my head to try to get rid of this feeling of restlessness surrounding me.
“Don’t stress, I’ve ordered your engine and King approved the one you wanted,” he says, which has my mood instantly improving. My bike is going to be faster than before. “That made you smile.” He bumps his shoulder with mine as he walks past.
