"One of you needs to come smell this. I'm not entirely sure my brain isn't making up the scent of afemale wolf." I left the door open and checked the last two doors before taking over watch for Zayn.
Kingston had Stanley chained and was at the wall that had everything from dildos to whips hanging on it. "I say we start light and then if we don't get the answers we want, we can explore how big a dildo will fit up his ass with no lube."
Zayn's growl came from the hall, and I turned in enough time to jump out of the way. He tackled the second guy to the ground, his claws coming out as he put his hands around his throat. "Where's my sister?"
"What? Your sister?" I looked back down the hall and then at Kingston, who looked ready to lose it. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm fucking sure!" Zayn's angry voice echoed off the walls, and the guy grabbed onto his forearms, trying to yank his hands off.
Kingston checked the clip and released the safety on the gun. "Start fucking talking or I'll start with shooting off your fingers one by one. It's a shame the clip isn't full. I'll leave the middle fingers, though, so you're reminded of how you fucked up."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Stanley thrashed against the chains holding him down asZayn continued choking his friend. "Stop! He's dying!"
"Good." Zayn's claws were drawing blood. "Where the fuck is she?"
No one answered, and Kingston growled. "Fine."
It was hard to tell whether the gun or the scream came first, but Kingston was true to his word. I stepped back, partly in shock and partly in fascination that he'd actually shot one of Stanley's fingers.
The guy under Zayn went limp and Zayn stood, wiping his bloody hands on the couch. The guy's chest was still moving, but he wouldn't be awake anytime soon.
"Please, stop." Stanley was a blubbering mess, with snot running from his nose and blood pouring from where his pinky used to be. It might have still been holding on by a thread too. There was so much carnage from the bullet, it was hard to tell.
Kingston tapped the gun on Stanley's next finger. "Three, two-"
"They're at Chad's house. Please don't kill me." He choked on his tears and turned his head to cough. "That's where they're keeping Wren and the other girl."
"Let me have a gun." Zayn held out his hand toKingston. "I'm going to shoot both their dicks off for touching my sister."
"I didn't touch her! None of us did!" Stanley started screaming as Zayn grabbed the other gun out of Kingston's waistband. "Please! I swear!"
"You swear? You've been doing a lot of that." Zayn squatted down and pressed the gun into the guy's crotch. "Why the fuck was she here?"
Before Zayn shot off his dick, I grabbed the gun and pointed it at Stanley's head. "Where the fuck is Chad's house?"
He screamed, and Kingston shoved me out of the way, grabbing the man by the throat. "You're coming with us."
There wasa point during the two-hour drive into the mountains where I wondered if Stanley really knew where the fuck we were going. I wanted to believe that he wouldn't be stupid and try to get one over on us given he was already missing one finger. We should have brought the second guy too instead of chaining him up.
The sun was starting to come up, and I was growing more and more worried about what exactlythey were doing with Wren. If they had done anything to her, Zayn and Kingston weren't the only ones that were going to be out for blood. As much as I didn't trust her, I didn't want to see anything bad happen to her.
Zayn had been surprisingly quiet the entire drive. He'd gotten into the front passenger seat and not looked back or said a word. I could tell by the slight tremble of his body that he was about ready to burst, and I couldn't blame him. I didn't have a sister, but what I knew from having a brother was that I would do anything to protect him.
After what seemed like forever, we came to a turnoff and pulled down a short drive to a large iron gate. Stanley gave us the code and it opened without issue. Kingston pulled through and drove down a winding road to a sprawling mansion amongst the trees.
I hadn't realized how rich these guys were until seeing Marcos's and now Chad's house. They were the rich of the rich, and apparently, that meant they thought they could get away with heinous crimes and not have to pay the consequences.
Once we found Wren, if Kingston and Zayn didn't kill them, I would.
We pulled up in front of the house, and Kingstonturned off the engine. "If this is a trap, you're dead." He hopped out of the SUV and slammed the door.
The back door was thrown open and Kingston grabbed Stanley by the arm and yanked him out, making him nearly fall on his face. The kitchen towel we'd wrapped around his hand came off, and he gasped at seeing his missing pinky, like he hadn't remembered it had been blown off.
I picked up the blood-soaked towel, careful not to touch his blood, and handed it to him. He whimpered and hissed as he rewrapped it.
We walked to the front door and Kingston kicked it in. I was immediately hit with Wren's scent, along with Zayn's sister’s. Stanley had brought us to the right place. I was grateful because I didn't want to see any more of his fingers get shot off.
Zayn pushed past us and ran down a hall to a door and disappeared. Less than a minute later, he returned and went toward the back of the house, sniffing as he went.
