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“Fuck, Fang, what are you, my therapist?” I’m not in the mood to put up with his meddling, and I know he means well, but I don’t even know where to start if I had to tell him.
“No, just thought you would like to get it off your chest.”
Finally, I glance over at him and frown when I see his exhausted look. “Looks like you haven’t had much sleep. What’s up with you?” I would rather talk about someone else’s problems than my own at the moment. That will get my mind off the look on my woman’s face last night.
Fang scowls at me before he looks towards the bar, pointing towards my beer and lifting two fingers to the bartender.
“King asked me to go talk to one of his connections about what is happening back home.”
“Was there another killing?”
Fuck.This serial killer that has been terrorizing us back home really needs to be found.
“No, but with all the cops after the fucker, and the women being extra cautious, I think it is becoming more difficult for the sick son of a bitch to find another victim.”
He’s right. With everyone on the lookout for something out of the ordinary, maybe the asshole has decided to go and kill somewhere else. The question remains, why was he trying to implicate us in it? The first time we stumbled across the killer’s burial site we were shocked that someone could be so evil, especially because one of his victims was Hawk’s woman’s sister.
We have been trying to find the motherfucker ever since, but he seems to know our every move and be a step ahead of us. I left this time because I just couldn’t stand around seeing women being killed and not being able to do anything to help them. I was going out every night, trying to catch his scent or anything that would give us a clue, but I had no luck.
It was driving me crazy to sit around without knowing who the next victim would be. Every time we saw one more of his victims and the skilled cut he likes to take out of all the women’s hair, probably to relive his killings every time he looks at them, I get angry.Sick fuck!
“So, what were you up to? You look like hell.”
Fang shows me the finger just as the bartender places our beers on the table. When he leaves, Fang leans forward, his features tense with a prominent scowl on his face.
“King asked me to look into a killing that happened down here. He wanted to know if it had any similarities to what is happening by us.”
“Does it?”
“No. The woman was also brutally murdered, but there was no hair removed.”
I can only imagine what a fucked-up evening he must have had.
“Did you fucking have to go and talk to Grim?”
Only now did I realize how he would get that info. Surely King wouldn’t ask Fang to approach Grim? Fang was kicked out of his pack when he was just a child, while his brother Grim stayed. Fang and Grim haven’t spoken to each other for years. Fang took the blame while Grim was actually the one that fucked up. In the end, Grim stayed behind and didn’t even care to accompany Fang.
Fang and Grim nearly killed each other the last time they were together. To think about even bringing them together is madness. Fang has a festering wound from everything that happened with his pack—a wound that only killing those responsible will soothe his pain.
His eyes snap to mine. The fury in them betraying his outward calmness. “No fucking way.”
I decide to change the subject because I don’t want to dredge up old memories. “I think there is something wrong with Siena’s sister, but I can’t put my finger on it.”
“Yeah, she seems like a bird with broken wings.”
I raise my brows at Fang’s comparison.
“You should ask Frost. He spoke to her quite a lot, they seemed quite friendly.”
“Frost isn’t the friendly type.” I wonder if Lee Ann has somehow reminded him of himself. Frost is broken in so many ways, but he closes himself up, not letting anyone close enough to help him.
“Yeah, but he was talking to her, and she seems to somehow trust him. I noticed that she was friendly but closed off to the rest of us,” Fang reveals, which has me thinking about last night. What he’s saying is true. Even though she invited us all for dinner, I noticed that she didn’t interact much in the conversation. I also noticed the worried looks that Siena would throw her way every now and again.
“Now that we’ve spoken about everything except what has you hiding out in the bar. You want to tell me what happened with your mate that has you here with me instead of her?”
Fang’s question catches me by surprise. With the life I lead, I don’t trust humans much, if at all, but my brothers are my family. I trust them completely. I know that Fang will listen with no judgment, that he truly just wants to help.
“I don’t fucking know,”
