Carson’s face froze in shock.What the…? Nothing? Not possible, he’s fucking me over.“Asshole! Tell me what you found.”
“I did. I found nothing. Dylon is clean. I have his file from the High Council and bro, be careful, this dude was trained by the very best and is not to be fucked with. I have his work history, no complaints, good recommendations, never got in trouble…I mean he is squeaky clean. And he did join the Silver Point Pack way after the massacre. In fact, when the massacre happened, he was working in a pack on the other side of the country. So, no, he absofuckinglutely had nothing to do with it.”
“I can’t believe it. I was so sure…”
“Well, you’re wrong. Now you are going to drop it, right?”
Carson paused. “Yeah, I promised, didn’t I?”
“Okay. I’m destroying his file. I like my balls the way they are and would prefer they’re not put in a vice by Jackson.”
“Yeah, sure. Do that,” Carson said, already concentrating on other ways he could find the evidence he knew was there.Huh, I bet his father used his influence to hide everything.Mulling over the problem as he left his brother, he figured out his first step. Now it was only a question of when.
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Dylon carried his mate to their bed and laid him down before covering him up. Putting the cuffs on Cody again, he quickly wrote a short note and left it where his mate would see it. Throwing on a t-shirt, he left their bedroom and headed to find Jackson. He hoped it wouldn’t take long as he wanted to be back with his mate before Cody woke up. Figuring Jackson would be in his office, he headed there first, happy to hear his Alpha’s voice after he knocked. Once inside, he stood and tilted his head quickly before sitting down opposite Jackson.
“Dylon, is Cody all right?”
“Yes, he’s sleeping right now and I’ll make this quick because I want to be back before he wakes up.”
“Okay, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Cody and I were talking about my time with the Silver Point Pack and I realized all the enforcers I worked with were not with the pack when the massacre occurred. I think the longest anyone had been there was a year, maybe. At the time, I didn’t think anything about it but now…where are the old enforcers who killed your family?”
Jackson glanced at Steel.We should have thought of that.Then he asked Dylon, “Anything more?”
“Yes. Silver Point must have the employment files on those enforcers, like pay records and other stuff, but I haven’t figured a way to access them. I could ask some of my friends who are enforcers at different packs if they know or heard of any enforcers that worked at Silver Point during that time.”
“What did Cody say about this?”
“He asked me to speak with you first before I made any inquiries.”
“Okay, let me think about it and I’ll get back to you. Now I have a question for you. Why is your father giving me shit?”
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When Carson reached the top of the stairs, he saw Dylon heading to Jackson’s study. Probably joining Cody. Fated Mates were never separated this early in their mating.Perfect timing!Confident he would find their suite empty, Carson hurried toward it. He had decided to search Dylon’s belongings to see if he could find anything incriminating. It was risky, but he justified it as protecting the pack from a murderer.
Pausing before entering, Carson looked both ways before opening the door. Slipping inside and quietly closing the door, he turned and looked around. Startled when he found Cody in bed, he quickly regarded himself as lucky. Now he could talk to his brother without his watchdog around. It took only a moment to realize Cody was sleeping. Maybe he could search before his brother woke up.
Stealthily, Carson approached their closet, pretty sure he would find what he was looking for in there. He glanced over at Cody and gasped.What the fuck? That asshole chained my brother to the bed!Carson stood there frozen.What the fuck is he doing to my brother? Oh my gods, he’s trying to kill Cody’s wolf so my brother dies! This is going to stop now!Taking a picture with his phone as proof, he ran out of the room and straight into Cody’s mate.
“What the fuck were you doing in my room?” growled Dylon, grabbing hold of Carson.
“Let me go, asshole. I know what you’re doing to my brother. You won’t get away with it,” cried Carson.
“What are you talking about?”
“You chained him up so his wolf dies. You’re trying to kill my brother!” screamed Carson.
Dylon heard his mate calling with panic in his voice. Letting go of Carson’s arm, he hurried to Cody, knowing his mate had heard Carson. Shutting and locking the door, he ran to Cody and unlocked the cuffs. Scooping him up in his arms, Dylon said, “Hush, my pet, I’m here. Everything is okay.” He sat on the bed, rocking Cody, while kissing his mate’s head. “Tell me why you were calling me?”
“Why was my brother shouting?” Cody asked.
“It’s a misunderstanding. Don’t worry, my pet. I’ll sort it out. How are you?”
“Fine sir,” Cody said, sinking back into the place he felt secure.
