Watching the video, Zane’s anger at what happened to Fionn built up inside him until he felt he’d explode. It brought back memories of what happened to his friend in high school. He’d never forget the day he entered the boys’ bathroom at school, and found the class bullies pinning his friend against the wall, trying to yank down his pants. When his eyes connected with his friend’s, Zane saw the terror in them. Dropping his books, he rushed them, growling at them to stop, willing to do anything to free his friend. In the end, he was punished for fighting because he refused to tell the principal why he’d attacked the bullies. He’d figured his friend had suffered enough humiliation and he wasn’t going to put him through further embarrassment by letting anyone else know what happened.
From that time on, Zane made sure everyone at school knew if anything happened to his friend, he’d find who did it and beat the crap out of them. His need to protect was overwhelming; he was still learning how to control it. Though he was getting better at it, when he saw what these sonofabitches had done to Fionn, it shot to the surface with a vengeance.
His computer beeped, waking him from his light sleep. Rolling over to a sitting position, he groaned at the crick in his neck.That’s what I get for sleeping on a couch that’s too small for my body.Standing, he stretched to work out the kinks, then padded over to see what his program found. Glancing at his computer screen, he shouted, “Holy shit!” Sitting down, he furiously began typing on his keyboard.
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Dakota was dumbfounded as he surveyed the luxurious decor inside the jet. Unlike any commercial jet he’d flown, this one had thickly padded chairs, love seats, small wooden tables and thick carpeting underfoot. His head was turned to the rear of the cabin where several doors, he assumed, led to restrooms, when a voice said, “Welcome aboard sir, may I get you something to drink?”
Dakota’s head snapped forward, looking at the uniformed man that had suddenly appeared before him. “Ummm, not right now, thank you,” he answered.
“If you change your mind, just push this button.”
Dakota looked to where the man pointed, “Sure, thanks.” Glancing up, he was relieved to see Slate walking towards him.
“Hey babe, everything okay?” Slate asked, sitting in a chair next to his and smiling as he gazed at his gorgeous mate.
“This is amazing,” Dakota said, waving his arm at the interior of the jet.
Slate chuckled. “Yeah, it is, isn’t it? Did you meet Paul yet?”
“Is that the guy who asked me if I wanted something to drink?”
“Yup, he’s my steward. Do you want to see the rest of the plane?”
“You mean the restrooms?”
“C’mon, we have a few minutes before takeoff,” Slate said, getting up and holding his hand out to his mate.
Dakota shrugged his shoulders, wondering why it was important to look at some toilets but then he figured itmust be special if his mate wanted to show it off. Taking Slate’s hand he stood, and then followed him to the back of the cabin. One of the doors led to a spacious bathroom that even had a shower. Astonished at its opulence, Dakota wondered what the next bathroom would be like. He turned to Slate who was standing next to it.
“Babe, do you know what the ‘Mile High Club’ is?” asked Slate.
“Not really. Why?”
Slate opened the door and stepped back so Dakota could have an unobstructed view. Grinning, Slate watched as Dakota stepped into the cabin, staring at a large, luxurious bed taking up most of the space.
Astounded to find a bed in a plane, he sat down on it. Glancing up at his mate’s face, Dakota saw the lust in Slate’s eyes, sending shivers down his spine, and he suddenly figured out what the ‘Mile High Club’ was. “How long is the flight?” Dakota asked.
“About thirteen hours, more or less, depending on the weather.”
“Hmmm, plenty of time to sleep, huh?”
“Among other things.”
“Like what?” Dakota asked. Slate’s low growly voice was doing all kinds of things to Dakota’s body. Licking his lips while thinking of what he could do to his mate’s cock had Dakota perched on the edge, wanting and needing relief.
Slate’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the picture his mate made—eyes filled with need, a pink tongue licking a plump lip, and the bulge in Dakota’s groin telling him how much his mate wanted to join the ‘Mile High Club’. Taking a step towards his mate, Slate stopped abruptlywhen he heard Paul’s announcement regarding takeoff. Groaning at the interruption, Slate reached down to readjust his pants, then said, “C’mon, we’ll continue this later.”
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After Zane compiled all the information he found on two of the men, he sent a text off to Jackson, letting him know. Fionn was fucking lucky the enforcers had interrupted the attack and got him out of there. The only information missing from the dossier about the two would-be kidnappers was who hired them for the job. Also missing was the third man’s identity but he had no doubt his program would spit out that piece of data eventually. A quick knock was the only warning Zane received before Jackson burst into his computer room.
“Fuck that was fast! You’re brilliant,” Jackson said. “Cody and Dylon are on their way…Fuck! I can’t believe we know who these assholes are!”
“Thanks,” Zane said as he handed a file folder over to his brother. “Here…I’ll print out a couple more of them.”
Jackson sat down on the couch and began to read the documents on the two goons. Within a few minutes, he was joined by Cody and Dylon and gave copies to them. After he finished reading the file, Jackson looked up at Zane. “Have you sent this information to Logan yet?”
