Raising his head, David smiled. “I’d like that very much,” he said, adding, “Thank you for understanding.”
“Anytime, babe, anytime.”
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Michael watched the locations of his men pop up on the computer screen, each a red dot on a map. Selecting those closest to where he was going tonight, he sent each a text message giving the time and place they were to meet him. Sick and tired of this wild goose chase, he should’ve donewhat he wanted to when David was found instead of letting Brenda have her way. But no longer—David would be coming back to Italy with him. Remembering Brenda’s tone of voice, Michael figured being ‘high priestess’ had gone to her head. It was obvious she now believed her own bullshit, but he knew who she was—a fucking whore before he plucked her from the shithole she lived in and ‘ordained’ her. If she couldn’t remember who she was talking to, he could always ‘excommunicate’ her and replace her with some other whore.
It was a different matter, though, with David who was a once in a lifetime find and could make him millions. Looking at the map, Michael needed to plan this attack very carefully because it could go wrong in a heartbeat and he wasn’t willing to lose his prey due to some botched attempt. After he settled on a plan, Michael made arrangements to ship his quarry out of Scotland on a freighter, sedated and bound, in a box.
Chapter 18
“Jackson, got a minute?” asked Dylon as he stood in the doorway to his Alpha’s study
“Sure, come in and have a seat,” Jackson beckoned. “What do you have?”
Dylon handed Jackson a couple of pages. “The tattoo the dead shifter had on his leg isn’t on file with Council Intelligence nor can I find anything about it in any databases I have access to. Zane might have better luck with his contacts. Page two shows the results about the photo of him…no matches. Again, Zane might be more successful in coming up with something.”
“Probably,” Jackson agreed, “but until we can locate him, that won’t happen.”
“Still no luck with that, huh?”
“No, but Logan has another lead so he and Kieran are heading there tonight.” Then, reaching for his phone and flipping to the photo of the restaurant receipt, he said, “Here’s something else for you. Logan discovered the full name of the dead shifter…Antonio Santorelli,” Jackson said, emailing the picture to Dylon. “He was stalking David for months.”
“I’ll get right on it but unless there is a complaint or something like that where Antonio’s name is used without his picture, I don’t think it’ll be much help.”
“Take a shot, who knows, you might just get lucky.”
Rising, Dylon said, “Hopefully. Has Groose increased security?”
“Yeah, according to Logan the floor is now tighter than a virgin asshole…his words, not mine.”
Chuckling, Dylon replied, “Sorry, that sounds too much like Kieran.”
“You could be right,” Jackson snorted. “Logan told me Kieran ordered a book for him…The Joys of Rimming and other Pleasurable Activities…”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Dylon sniggered.
“Yeah, well, my brother got a kick out of it until Kieran forgot to put it away before everyone arrived for dinner that night. Let’s just say it was a fun time for everyone else but not so much for my brother,” Jackson said, laughing.
“Poor Logan.”
“Nope, I think Kieran is the best thing that ever happened to him.”
“That I agree with. When we were over there, it was obvious Logan had changed and, according to Cody, for the better,” Dylon said, heading for the door. “I’ll let you know if I find out anything about this Antonio dude.”
Waving him off, Jackson dialed Dakota’s number.
“Hi, Jackson,” Dakota said. “What’s up?”
“How’s the pup coming along?”
“Good except Slate is in his super protective mode and wants to wrap me and the pup in layers of bubble wrap.”
Snorting, Jackson replied, “Sorry bro, been there, had it done to me. Best advice I can give you is go with it because nothing you do or say will make any differenceto your mate. But don’t become a door mat. Push back when you’ve had enough.”
“I plan to, but right now it’s not a problem. When we get home, though, I expect there might be a few issues with the hours I spend in the kitchen.”
“Then it’s a good thing Slate’s going to be busy with all the new construction that’s planned, even so, you might feel differently when you’re four months along.”
