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I’m glad he’s so sure—I’m not.
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Tristan is waiting for us when we get to the club. Tristan is our manager and a trusted member of the coven. He isn’t mated and dedicates his life to the club and us. He’s family, more like an annoying little brother but loyal to the core.
“I found him,” he starts.
“Where?” I snap.
“He just used his credit card at a scummy hotel on the edge of town. He checked in alone.”
“Send us the address,” I say, turning sharply. I don’t wait for Ryker, knowing he’ll be right behind me.
The ride is tense, my body vibrating with rage and anticipation. Ryker only glances at the text from Tristan; he must know the hotel. Brandon doesn’t know what’s coming to him. His employee was just the appetizer before the full meal. My blood runs hot with the prospect of getting answers and taking care of him permanently.
“We get answers first,” Ryker warns.
“Don’t worry, I want answers,” I say. “Once I have them, he’ll be nothing more than another body to get rid of.”
“I won’t stop you.”
“Good, I would advise you not to,” I threaten.
The hotel is a pay-by-the-hour establishment. The paint is peeling, and the sign is falling. We enter the lobby, or more like a hot box of disease, and pull the attention of the greasy man behind the counter. His mind is mush and easy to influence into doing and saying anything I want. Two minutes after we entered, we left with the key to Brandon's room.
I blur to the room, impatient, eager for blood. I hear his heartbeat behind the door. He’s watching a porno, the moans coming from another source other than him.
I nod to Ryker, ready to put an end to this. I slide the key in and open the door too fast for anyone but Ryker to follow. Before Brandon can sit up, I’m on him. My knee on the bed beside him, leaning over him, my hands around his neck.
Distantly I hear Ryker shut and lock the door, but I am consumed with fury. “Brandon,” I sing. “I’ve been looking for you.”
He struggles to breathe and grabs my arms. “Bash?” He gasps as I ease my grip.
“My mate got your messages and sent me to give you a reply in person,” I say as I loosen my hold, only to force his head back, stretching his neck painfully.
“What are you talking about?” he asks desperately.
“Why have you been sending her threatening messages?” I ask persistently.
“I haven’t. I swear,” he denies.
“Why should I believe you?” I ask. If he’s telling the truth, I have no idea who did.
“Check my phone,” he pleads. “I just wanted to stay out of sight and figure out what to do next. You fucked up my club—again.”
“There isn’t anything on his phone,” Ryker says. I turn my head and see it in his hand.
“Tell me,” I say, catching Brandon in my gaze. “Tell me the truth. Did you send Marie messages to scare her or get back at me?”
His eyes widen and focus on mine. “I didn’t. I would never do anything to hurt her. I’m scared of you. I ran from you and the things you are capable of.”
I grind my teeth in frustration. He’s telling the truth. Fuck, it pisses me off more that he isn’t the one. Where do I go from here? I refuse to let him go, though. He has many other crimes to pay for.
“What do you want to do, Bash?” Ryker asks, pocketing the phone.
I glance around the shitty room. I fear I’ll get a disease just from leaning over the bed. We can’t take care of him here; we don’t want someone to get suspicious of the screams. We could change the witnesses' memories, but it becomes too much hassle.
“We take him to the warehouse,” I decide. He thrashes on the bed, uselessly trying to get free of my grip. I look back at him. “You will calmly walk with us to our car and sit quietly. You will not fight us.”
