That was all I needed.
This has to end, one way or another.I wouldn’t have Mason terrified while living in his own house.
“Stay with him,” I told the guard as I headed for the door. “I’ll be back.”
“Kip!” Mason called after me, but I was already halfway to my truck.
Donnelly had attacked Mase, then left him bloody and near death. There was no way I would allow that fucker to get anywhere near Mase ever again.
Even doing eighty, the trip took about twenty minutes.That was more than enough time for me to work up a full head of steam. My thoughts were bloody and I had no intention of reining them in. As soon as I screeched to a stop, six men approached the truck.
I got out and faced them.
“I’m here to see Donnelly,” I growled.
“He’s unavailable.” One of the men stood tall, thick arms crossed over his barrel chest.
I smiled. “I wasn’t asking. He’s going to see me, whether he wants to or not.”
I continued forward. When the first man threw himself at me, I smashed him in the face with my fist. He went down like a ton of bricks. As soon as his head bounced off the pavement, the rest came at me. They managed to tag me a few times, but I kept dodging, evading any real damage, while still being able to hit them. When I finished, they were laid out before me, leaving nothing between me and Donnelly.
I strode up to the door, growing angrier with every step I took.
Kip almost died, thanks to him. And this bastard continues living in the lap of luxury.
I reached the top of the stairs, puffing like a bull, and smashed my foot into the door, breaking it open. People inside scattered as I entered, their cries bouncing off the ornate walls. I didn’t give a shit about them.
I was only there for one person.
“Donnelly!” My shout echoed in the cavernous space.
He stepped out of a door near the end of the hallway. “Why are you here? And what the hell are you doing, smashing up my house?”
“Youknowwhy, you fucker!” I screamed, rushing down the hall toward him.
Like a true Alpha, he changed forms almost instantly, and suddenly I was faced with an eight-foot-tall werewolf with jet black hair and razor-sharp claws. We collided in themiddle of the corridor. I slammed my hands into his chest, knocking him back, ass over teakettle. When he came to a stop, he growled, and it sent a shiver skittering up my spine, but I wouldn’t be deterred. He got up, his eyes narrowed, and rushed forward again. His claws grazed my chest, and I could feel the warmth oozing out, staining my shirt.
All that did was fuel my anger.
We came to blows once more, and this time I made sure it was him who got knocked back, sprawled on the floor. I wasn’t about to give him the chance to get up. I leaped on him and smashed my fist into his face over and over.
“You lousy fucker! You nearly killed Mason! Why? What did he ever do to you?”
“Kip! Don’t do this!” Mason’s voice rocketed through me, and for a second, I faltered. I looked over my shoulder. Mason stood there, Donald beside him, his arms around Mase as if he was keeping him from moving to me.
“Stay back, Mase.”
Terror filled me when I thought about how close I’d come to losing Mason.
And I couldn’t protect him.
The least I could do was dispatch the man who’d done this to him.
“Kip, please stop,” Mason pleaded. “I need you to think and not run on emotions.”
I looked at the bloodied wolf beneath me, his eyes swelling, a pool of red forming under him. Half of me wanted to finish the job, to rip him apart with my bare hands, while the other half urged me to listen to Mason.
Which meant there was only one real option.
