He was starting to cower the slightest bit, and I grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "Little wolf is scared."
His eyes dilated and darted to my lips. What the hell? "There's nothing little about my-"
"If you two are done with your pissing match, they just pulled up and are armed." Kingston stood at the end of the hall watching our exchange. "And for what it's worth, I've seen Zayn's dick, and he's right. Nothing small about it."
Moving away from him, I tried not to look down at his crotch and failed. It was only a glance, and it wasn't like I could see anything, but now all I could picture was his dick.
Zayn smirked before going to the refrigerator and grabbing a gallon of milk. He uncapped it and headed back down the hallway to the front of the house.
There were so many hallways everywhere, withmost rooms closed off to each other versus open concept. I hated it, but Marcos probably had hired help and the layout provided privacy.
Hiding off both sides of the entryway, we waited for them to come through the door. Kingston and I were on one side, Zayn and his milk on the other. Did he think it would make him stronger?
The front door flew open, crashing against the window next to it. The sound of glass breaking echoed in the entryway. "Kingston! Come out here and no one has to get hurt!"
Kingston put his finger against his lips to tell us to be quiet. "Where's Wren?"
One of them laughed. "Wouldn't you like to know? We'll send you one of her arms once Marcos chops it off. An arm for an arm and all that. It's a shame too. Now she'll only have one arm to hold herself up while we fuck her."
Zayn was practically vibrating from rage, the milk container trembling in his grip. As soon as the men’s feet moved inside, he couldn't contain himself any longer.
He sprung out and chucked the gallon of milk at them, sending the white liquid splattering all over them and the floor. It surprised them enough for usto attack without worrying about being shot. The floor was slippery and the guy I went after fell to his knees, the gun he was holding flying from his hands.
I yanked him up and pinned him against the wall, looking over my shoulder to see Zayn pounding the other guy's head into the marble floor.
"Zayn! Stop!" Kingston's voice was firm, and Zayn relented, his chest heaving. "We aren't going to kill them. At least not yet."
The guy under Zayn groaned, blood trickling from his nose. These two weren't very smart coming into the house like they had.
"Where's Wren? Is she in the basement? If there is even so much as a hair out of place on her head, I will rip your scalp off and shove it down your throat!" Zayn stood and pulled the guy up by his hair before shoving him against the wall. "Answer me!"
"She's not here." The guy I had a hold of tried to twist out of my grip and I kicked him in the back of the knee, sending him to the ground.
"Let's go. We want in the basement." Kingston was holding both guns now and pointed them at both of the men. "One wrong move and you'll be dog food tonight."
After yanking my guy to his feet, we moved down the hall, and I tried not to let myself thinkabout how bad all of this was. Had I known shit like this was happening in Crescent Valley, I wouldn't have come in the first place. Fighting in Kingston's little fight club was good money, but it wasn't worth committing several felonies over.
I couldn't help with my family's expenses if I was locked up in prison, human or shifter.
Zayn shoved his guy against the metal door as soon as we got to the kitchen. "Open the fucking door."
"We don't have the code." The guy cried out as Zayn dug his claws into his wrists. "I swear!"
"I find that hard to believe." Kingston put a gun to the guy's head. "You have until the count of three to open the door. One... two..."
The guy I was holding made a strangled noise in his throat. The smell of piss was already pungent in the air. These fuckers were out of their element, despite rolling up like they were going to stop us. "I know it."
"Now we're getting somewhere. Open it." Kingston backed up, keeping the guns pointed.
I watched carefully as the guy entered the code, and then the door clicked open. "You two are going down first." I shoved him onto the landing inside thedoor and Zayn did the same before he turned on the lights.
Kingston went behind them, the gun not faltering as we all traversed down the stairs into a finished basement. It looked how I expected a sex club to look, with dark-colored walls, carpet, and furniture. There was a circular platform in the middle and several doors leading off the main room.
"Sullivan, check the rooms." Kingston grabbed one of the men and pushed him onto the circular platform. "Stanley and I are going to have a little talk."
There was no point in arguing, so I did as he asked. He almost seemed detached from the entire situation, like a switch had been flipped. It became even more evident when he grabbed chains to tether the guy to the platform.
Checking each room, it was clear there hadn't been anyone in them for a few days. They mostly smelled like humans, but one had the faint smell of a female wolf. It didn't smell like anything other than fear, but the thought of a female being in such a place made me sick to my stomach.
