"Kingston… it's complicated."
He wheeled around, his facial features scrunched as if he was in pain. "It's not complicated, Wren! You either want to stay or you don’t!"
"What's wrong?" Zayn came from the darkness, rubbing his eyes. "I don't think I like the tone you're using with my girlfriend." He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me against his side.
Kingston rolled his eyes and turned back the way he'd come. "Let's go. We need to interrogate Mateo and then get the fuck out of here."
"What about the bodies?" Sullivan joined us, his eyes traveling to where Zayn's fingers were splayed on my stomach. "What's going on?"
"Kingston was being a dick." Zayn squealed and backed up, letting me go as Kingston got in his face.
"Do you know who was being a dick? You! I spent all night cleaning up a mess you made! Do you have any idea how hard it is to bury two dead, fully grown men and clean up blood on a slick surface?" He poked at Zayn's chest. "Then when Wren and Sullivan didn't show up with you and your sister in tow, I worried you'd killed everyone!"
Zayn batted Kingston's hand away. "You know I would never hurt Wren."
"Do I?" Kingston clenched his fists at his sides. "I'm starting to realize I don't know you as well as I thought."
Zayn's face looked like he'd been punched in the gut as Kingston turned his back on him and shifted.
"Zayn-" Before I could reassure him it was going to be okay and that Kingston was stressed out, he shifted and ran after him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kingston
Was I being an asshole? Probably. Did I care? Not one bit. I was in a rancid mood, and it was all because I was fucked up over this damn woman.
She had me by the balls, and I didn't quite know what to do with that. Getting close to anyone, let alone a woman, was something I never let myself do. There was too much risk involved since Marcos was disgustingly rich and could pay big money to make my life a living hell if he wanted.
And now he would.
As I ran through the forest for what felt like the hundredth time, I couldn't keep my mind from going through all the scenarios that could happen.
Marcos having my sister taken.
Him putting out the video.
Him taking everything from me.
I let the tears fall freely at how truly fucked I was. All I had wanted was to keep my family safe, but now everyone and everything around me was at risk of being hurt.
To make matters worse, now there were two dead bodies and a mountain of evidence I'd done my best to bury in the forest. It was the best I could do with the resources I had, but it wasn't an ideal disposal. They were rich, like Marcos, and people would wonder where they were.
We'd been running for a while, and I could hear the others close behind me. Wren was the quietest of the three, her breath not even faltering as we ran. She might have outwardly looked like a fox, but she was so much more, and I didn't understand why she couldn't tell me.
Zayn eventually caught up to me and nudged me as we ran. We didn't ever run together as wolves since my wolf was more dominant than his and he had the tendency to push my buttons. The one timewe'd tried, he'd nipped at me playfully and I damn near ripped his throat out.
I could control my wolf to an extent, but since I didn't shift all that often, I let him take the reins when I did. Zayn running next to me didn't bother my wolf at all, and, in fact, was a comfort. The look in his eyes told me he was worried, and he damn well should have been.
He'd killed two men and didn't seem at all affected by it. Maybe it was from his upbringing, or maybe it was because he really wasn't mentally stable. But hell, were any of us?
The run back to Chad's house left me more on edge than ever. We had such a mess to deal with, and if the coalition found out Zayn had killed two men, he'd be locked away for the rest of his life.
Rule one of shifter club: don't kill humans.
I shifted as we reached the steps leading up onto the deck and the others were right behind me. The sun was already starting to rise and the worry someone would show up looking for Chad was swirling in my gut.
As far as I knew, Chad didn't have a steady girlfriend and hadn't had any women to his house recently from what I could tell. Except now itsmelled like chemicals because of all the cleaning products I’d had to use to clean up the blood.
