Kingston got back in, and I drove toward Marcos's estate. I'd only been to his house once before for a party, back before I knew how shady a person he was. It didn't help that Kingston stayed quiet about what was really going on.
I knew he didn't like to hear it, but he should have gone straight to the coalition when Marcos first tried to blackmail him. Now he was so far into it he was going to be taken down right along with Marcos. I wasn't sure where I stood exactly, but I'd probably go down with the ship too.
"What's your plan for getting onto his property?" Kingston was back on his phone again, his thumbsflying across the screen, typing out a text message. "He has guard dogs."
"Guard dogs aren't going to stop us." I turned down Marcos's street and turned off my headlights. "I think if you two got out and pushed the gate, it would open. I don't know if it'll sound an alarm, but if it does, we'll be able to hear it."
"Unless it's a silent alarm." Sullivan was on his knees in the backseat, reaching behind it to grab a spare change of clothes. We always kept extras because we never knew when a shift would hit. We could control our shifts for the most part, but sometimes clothes would still get shredded.
"And my guess is that the silent alarm goes to him and his men, not the police." I pulled up outside his gate. "Marcos doesn't seem like the type that likes to have the police involved."
Sullivan and Kingston got out and shoved at the gate. I couldn't stop myself from staring at Sullivan's muscular back with giant claw mark scars across it. That was either a really big wolf or something else entirely. I didn't think a bear could be that big, but maybe the bears in Maine were gigantic.
Once the gate was open, they got back in, and I drove down the long driveway to his house that was surrounded and hidden by trees. This was theperfect house for lying low, which also made it a good target to break into.
"It doesn't look like anyone is here." Kingston sighed and ran a hand over his face. "At some point, we're going to have to make a call."
"They aren't going to be able to do anything either, unless she has a tracker under her skin." Sullivan was back leaning between the seats, his scent overwhelming. "We aren't any good to her if we're locked up."
"So now you're concerned?" I pulled around the circular driveway and pointed the front of the SUV back toward the gate in case we needed to make a quick exit. "And can you please put a fucking shirt on?"
"It's not my problem you can't handle me with the shirt off." Before I could come up with a retort, he was out of the vehicle and heading for the front door. Clearly, he had never watched any spy or police movies before, and he'd completely missed the part of the conversation about guard dogs.
Not even half a minute later, two Dobermans stalked around the corner of the house. They zeroed in on Sullivan and bolted toward him.
Leaving the keys in the cupholder so I didn't have to worry about losing them, I jumped out andwhistled, drawing their attention to me. I took off running across the front lawn toward the trees that surrounded the perimeter of the house.
"Zayn!" Sullivan sounded like he was running after me and the dogs.
I spun around and let out a growl, the two dogs coming to a screeching halt. Baring my teeth and my claws, I moved toward them, showing them that if they wanted to fight, I'd fight them.
They showed their own teeth, but then it was as if a lightbulb went off in their heads and they cowered, their tails tucking and whimpers coming from each of them.
"Stay here." My voice was distorted by my fangs as I walked past them and a gaping Sullivan. "What? You've never put dogs in their place before? Mangy mutts think they run the roost with their expensive collars and air-conditioned dog houses."
With a chuckle, Sullivan followed me back toward the house. "Someone is jealous of dogs. Let's hope Marcos doesn't have any cats."
"I don't fuck with cats. They will claw out an eye."
Kingston was waiting for us by the front door. "There are cameras everywhere, so I say we wait here for his men to show."
I didn't see what good breaking into his housewas going to do since he obviously wasn't home. Judging by the way I left him lying in the dirt, he wouldn't be home for a while, and we didn't have a while to find out where Wren was.
Kingston kicked open the front door and walked in like he owned the house himself. With a shrug, Sullivan followed him, leaving me wondering how I'd let Kingston take the reins on our rescue mission when he was still suffering from the blow to the back of his head.
I had no other choice but to follow them, glancing at the security panel blinking on the wall. It wasn't making any beeping noises yet, so for now I'd go with Kingston's plan of waiting.
"Now what?" Both of them had taken a seat in the formal living room with a view facing the front. "Are we just going to hang out here and relax? Should I go see if there's any ice cream? I bet it would really piss Marcos off if we got chocolate on his fancy-looking sofas."
Kingston stared at me for what felt like ten minutes but was more like ten seconds. "Sit down, Zayn. It will take them at least ten or fifteen minutes to get here. We need to talk about how we're going to handle you nearly killing Marcos. He's in surgery right now."
"How did you find that out?" Sullivan sat forward on the couch, resting his arms on his legs and clasping his hands. It made his shoulders look huge, and I couldn't help but stare as I paced in front of the stone fireplace.
"I have a lot of eyes and ears when I need them." Kingston checked his phone again. "There's a vehicle with two of his guys headed this way now. They should be here in five minutes."
"When they get here, let me do the talking." I punched into my opposite hand.
Sullivan snorted, and I stopped and glared at him. He raised his hands in surrender. "You don't make sense half the time."
