It didn’t take long before a car drove up. Ronin wondered if maybe he should have left with Oliver, but Anton had proven he wasn’t able to stay away, and Ronin wasn’t going to let Anton take another shot at his mate.
Ronin stood back and watched as a man got out of the car. As he walked over to Anton, Ronin saw him shrink into himself. Not that he could blame the bastard. The alpha was twice the size of Anton and had muscles that went on for days.
There was also a smug look on the newly arrived alpha’s face, and when he turned, Ronin saw he had a puckered scar running down his cheek.
Ronin didn’t take his eyes off of either of them, keeping them in his line of fire as the man approached Anton.
“So, where is he?” the other alpha asked.
“He’s waiting for you, Luther, and I have brought you the best of the best. He’s a sweet omega that will have you thanking me for years to come.”
Now Ronin knew this was Luther.
Luther laughed haughtily. “I doubt that, but I’d like to see him first. Make sure you're not overselling me. I am a man who prefers to take the car on a test drive before I buy.”
Ronin rolled his eyes in disgust.
“I want the rest of my money, then you can have him.”
Luther snorted. “Nice try. I get my way with him, and then I’ll consider paying you.”
Anton frowned. “That’s not what we agreed on.”
Luther put his hands up and shoved Anton, nearly knocking him to the ground. “You have made me wait long enough, and I shouldn’t even have to pay you for that reason alone.” Luther pulled out a gun. “So, get him now, or I will kill you and take him anyway.”
Anton’s eyes widened. “Oh… okay. Yes, of course. Understood.” The coward’s voice shook.
Anton was afraid of this alpha. There was no doubt about that. “I’m going,” Anton said as he turned to head back through the woods.
“That’s better,” Luther replied.
Ronin hurried back to where he’d left Ollie. He hoped his mate had listened to his instruction and left already.
When Anton got back and started frantically looking around for Oliver, Ronin stepped out and pointed his gun at the man.
“I thought I told you to stay away, Anton.” Ronin shook his head in mock disappointment. “You really should have listened.”
“You idiot. Do you actually think I’m scared of you? You couldn’t even kill me the last time, and unlike you, I know Luther won’t hesitate to take the shot.”
“Maybe I should leave you to him then. I wonder what will happen when you go back empty handed.”
Anton pulled his gun and pointed it at him, and Ronin shrugged. “I hope you're quick with that because I promise you I don’t miss.”
He kept the gun aimed at Anton’s forehead.
Anton shook his head. “You’ve tried my patience. Why don’t I just kill you now and still deliver your mate to Luther. If you’re lucky, he’ll let your pup live. Or maybe I’ll just cut it out of your Oliver. Or better yet, let him have it and sell it to the highest bidder.”
A gasp was heard that distracted Anton. Ronin had felt Oliver approach, so he didn’t turn in his direction when Anton pointed the gun at his mate and told him to show himself.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Anton taunted Oliver.
Ronin was done playing. There was no way he was putting his family in danger, so he squeezed the trigger and fired twice. The bullets hit Anton center mass, and he dropped to the ground in a heap.
Ronin hurried over to Ollie. “I thought I told you to go.”
They hugged as Ollie told him, “I couldn’t bring myself to leave without you.”
“I love you”—Ronin kissed his mate—“but you deserve a spanking for putting yourself and our little guy in danger.”
