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“Are you on your way now?” I ask, already getting to my feet.
“No. That’s the thing. I have to go get him first.”
I smile. “Need help?” It’s been a long time since I’ve gone hunting. Nowadays, they’re dropped off at our front doors. Honestly, there’s no rush anymore. It’s the same old shit. Now that Ashtyn’s back, I need more. I’m bored. I need blood and something bigger than her to keep my mind busy.
He chuckles. “Sure.”
“How far out is he?”
“His last known location he was held up in a run-down motel two hours out of town.”
I’m already headed to the office door to leave. “Meet me here at Carnage. I’ll drive.”
* * *
Thirty minutes later,I’m standing outside of Carnage in the circle drive when I see the headlights of the W Motors Lykan Hypersport coming down the drive. It pulls right up front, and the engine shuts off. The Lord gets out and smirks at me, leaning up against the car I pulled from the garage.
“A hearse, really?” Ryat smirks, removing a duffel bag.
I push off the front. “It has the room we need.”
Locking his car, he climbs into the passenger seat and looks at the back. “Jesus. Are we dropping off a dead body on the way?”
I start it up, smirking. My eyes go to the casket that is in the back. “No. It’s to transport him back.”
He laughs, and his phone rings. Pulling it out of his front pocket, he answers it while I drive away from Carnage. I inhale the fresh air, knowing that I can breathe better without Ashtyn so close. My skin already tingles with what I’m about to go do.
“Hello, little one,” he answers softly. “Yeah…I’ll be a while.” Pause. “Have fun with Lake. Call Tyson or Sin if you need anything. I won’t be able to answer once I get there.” He nods to himself. “I spoke to Sin a minute ago, and they were about to head that way once Elli was ready.” Another pause. “Once I’m done, I’ll head over to Tyson’s.” He chuckles. “Yes, I’ll wake you up. I love you.” He hangs up and pockets his cell once more.
Silence fills the car, and when I realize he’s not going to talk, I reach over and turn on the radio, and Five Finger Death Punch “Welcome To The Circus” fills the speakers of the hearse. I can’t take a two-hour drive in silence. I need to drown out my thoughts and clear my head.
FORTY-EIGHT
SAINT
Ryat was pretty spot-on when he said the guy was two hours away. The GPS brought us to a run-down piece-of-shit motel out in the middle of nowhere. It’s five miles off the main road.
Shutting off the vehicle, we get out and make our way to the tiny office. Walking inside, we find a young kid standing behind the desk. He looks from me to Ryat and then back at me.
“We’re looking for someone,” Ryat speaks first, pulling out his cell. He holds it up to show the picture he has of the man we’re here to collect. “Is he here?”
The kid smirks. “Who are you two? The police?” He then laughs. We don’t.
“Yes or no?” I go on. We don’t have time for this. If he’s not here, then that means we may be spending the rest of our night looking for him. I know how assignments work. You’re given an order and a timeframe for completion. I’m not going to hold Ryat up from making sure he gets his done.
The kid’s face grows serious, and he straightens his shoulders. My eyes slide to Ryat’s, and he nods.The kid is going to be an issue.“I’m not allowed to give that information out.”
Ryat walks over to the single window that looks out on the parking lot. He pulls back the dingy curtains that look like they’ve been up since the place opened. They’re discolored from use and cigarette smoke. “There are only two cars in the parking lot. Is one of them yours?” Ryat asks.
“My girlfriend dropped me off,” he answers nervously, confused by the question.
Ryat lets the curtains close and comes back to me. “How many rooms are currently occupied?” he asks the kid.
“Look, man.” He places his arms out. “I need to see some kind of identification…or a badge—”
Ryat reaches across the desk, grips his shirt, and pulls him over it. Then slams his back into the front of it. “Every question you choose to avoid, I’m going to cut a fucking finger off starting now,” he growls, having no patience. “How many rooms are currently occupied?”
“One,” he shrieks. “Only one. A man came in…the one in the picture. With a woman…”
