“No, I have a motorcycle, as well. The truck is mostly for work.”
“Motorcycles, ba!” Klaus waved a hand at him. “Nothing but death machines.”
“But they go very fast.”
“Get a BMW. They go fast, as well, but are a lot less likely to be smashed to smithereens if you hit something.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“Well.” Klaus stopped in front of Boone and folded his hands together, letting them dangle in front of him. “This little visit has been delightful, nephew, but I must bring it to an end. I have another engagement and I don’t want to be late. Punctuality is a virtue, you know.”
Boone was pretty sure this guy wouldn’t know a virtue if someone beat it into him, but he’d sure like to try.
“We’ll have to get together when you have more time,” Boone said. “Maybe you can tell me more about my father.”
“As pleasant as that sounds, nephew, I’m afraid you won’t be able to make it.”
Boone was afraid of that.
“I’ve invited some friends of mine to keep you company.” When Klaus snapped his fingers, the door opened and two of the biggest, beefiest guys Boone had ever seen walked in. They looked as if they enjoyed eating rocks for breakfast.
“Karl and Franz will keep you company while I attend my meeting. Karl is a distant cousin on your grandmother’s side. Franz came to us through a business associate. Perhaps you’ve heard of him. Tyrone Drummond.”
Boone didn’t have the energy to growl, so he just glared.
Klaus chuckled. “Yes, I see you have heard of him.”
“He’s human.”
“Yes, that part is unfortunate, but one must do what one must to increase the strength of the pride.” Klaus cocked his head to one side. “I must admit, I am surprised your father did not teach this to you.”
“Oh, he did.” In many painful ways.
“Well, nephew, it has been delightful meeting you. I wish I could stay longer, but I really must be going. I will be sure to give your regards to whoever killed your father.”
Boone winced as he thought about the man in question. Trevor was the sweetest, most unassuming man he had ever met. The guy jumped at his own shadow. The only person he seemed to respond to was his mate, Kumiko. He never left Kumiko’s side unless it was a matter of his safety, and then he was placed somewhere he couldn’t be hurt.
Boone was still a little shocked to learn Trevor was his brother. He had known about Trevor, but only distantly. The man had barely ever been let out of his house. Boone didn’t know it at the time, but Trevor was an omega. Their rat bastard father kept Trevor a virtual prisoner to keep him close.
He would rather die than give his brother up.
He kept his mouth shut as Klaus walked out of the room and the door closed behind him. One of the men stoked the fire until the flames turned so hot that Boone could feel the heat all the way across the room.
After a few minutes, Franz pulled the poker out of the red-hot coals and turned to face Boone. “This is going to hurt.”
Boone grinned. “Good.”
To use one of Klaus’s words, Boone was quite delighted when Franz walked over and shoved the poker through Karl’s chest. The man dropped to the floor with a sickening gurgle and didn’t move again.
Boone raised his eyes to the other man. “Do you think you could get me the fuck out of here?”
“Keep your panties on. I have to make sure no one’s coming.”
Boone glared as he watched him walk over and peek out the door before closing it. He ran across the room and dropped down next to Karl.
“What are you doing?” Boone asked when he began searching through Karl’s pockets. “Get me out of here.”
“I will, but this asshole has the key to your chains.”
