“He will. Hunter did and Alex is just as rare as Fionn,” Cody said, rising before slipping off his robe. Then climbing into bed, he lay down on his back, spreading his legs apart before murmuring, “No more talking, sir.”
Grinning, Dylon crawled up between Cody’s legs, taking a quick taste of his mate’s cock before asking, “Topping from the bottom tonight, are you pet?”
“No, sir. Absolutely not, sir,” Cody just managed to say before Dylon deep throated his cock. “Oh, fuck, sir…”
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Entering the garage, Glenn found Riley where he left him, eyeing Sawyer who was staring back at him. “Problem?” he asked.
“Not yet, but glad you’re back. I don’t think his wolf likes my animal,” Riley muttered, before taking several steps backward. “Make sure you tell him I’m one of the good guys, okay?” Then turning quickly, he fled to Ghost’s safe room, only too happy his babysitting duties were over.
Chuckling, Glenn approached the car, quietly opening the back passenger door. “Hey, I have a room ready for you and Alex. Why don’t you grab the bags and I’ll carry him.”
“Who was that dude?” asked Sawyer.
“Riley…Dylon, Cody and Zane met him in New York. He’s working with me to find The Collector. I trust him with my life.”
“Yeah…but do you trust him with Alex’s life? How do I know he won’t make a deal with the asshole?”
Mentally rolling his eyes, Glenn was successful in stopping the sigh threatening to escape. “Because he won’t. I can count on three fingers who will never betray me and, by extension, you and Alex. And for your information, besides Riley, the other two are Smokey and Ghost. If, at any time, either of you are in danger and you can’t reach me, call one of them.”
“Why won’t you be around?”
Finally, the sigh he was holding back, escaped. “Sawyer, please, can we do this in the morning? Right now, let’s just get Alex to bed.”
Glancing over at his mate, Sawyer smiled softly at the sweet, tiny sounds Alex made in his sleep, before frowning at the sight. Once again, his mate was in a deep sleep, oblivious to anything happening around him. Regardless of Mac’s explanation for Alex’s tiredness, Sawyer wasn’t buying it. Hearing the trunk opening, he climbed out of the car, walking to the back to get the bags. After grabbing them, he followed Glenn and Alex into the house, taking a quick look around before trailing his mates.
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Forty-five minutes later, after Sawyer had fallen asleep, Glenn slipped out of their bedroom. He hated leaving them alone but needed to check on his team in Mexico. This was one mission where failure was absolutely not an option. Even though he knew capturing Panther would not necessarily lead him to The Collector, it was the only solid lead they had. Pushing open the door to the safe room, he grunted a greeting to Riley before sitting down at a computer. Pulling up a map of the campground, he turned the screen towards his friend. “See if you can findsome video of everyone entering and leaving yesterday…I don’t have an exact time, so go back twelve hours and start from there. Also, see if there are any satellite photos of Sawyer’s campsite. I found a faint scent trail around his motorhome.”
“On it.” Turning to his keyboard, Riley asked, “Did you find out why he’s being hunted?”
“Yeah…he’s a dual-shifter,” Glenn murmured as he logged into a secret database only a handful of agents had access to. Luckily, he was one of them. Driving back to Ghost’s house, he’d mulled over Alex’s situation, coming to the conclusion that someone who knew what Alex was had traded that information for a huge sum. He intended to start with the lawyer who handled Alex’s father’s estate, but first, there was the matter of his birth.
That’s why Glenn was poking around in a place that would surely raise alarm bells with his superiors, especially since he was officially on ‘vacation’. But given that his mate’s life was on the line versus a slap on the wrist for using his security clearance to access top secret files without authorization, it was a simple choice. Alex would always come first. Entering several terms, Glenn drummed his fingers on the desk top waiting to see what turned up.
After hearing the ding signaling the search was complete, Glenn checked the contents of each marked folder before closing it and moving on to the next. A half hour later, he opened the last one, but finding nothing pertaining to Alex, was just about to close it when something caught his eye. Jotting it down, he slipped the paper into his pocket before exiting the database.
Glenn expected his handler to call him shortly, likely agitated about what the hell he was up to. Hoping to delay that conversation, Glenn shot him a text advising him he was involved with a lady—his code word for pursuing someone—and said he’d touch base with him later.
Leaning back, Glenn closed his eyes; the lack of sleep was catching up with him. Letting his mind wander, he sorted through the questions without answers about Alex, organizing them into categories. It was a technique he’d used many times in the past when faced with dead ends.
“It’s gonna take a while to find everything,” Riley said, “why don’t you check on your mates?”
“I gotta check in with Ghost,” Glenn said, yawning.
“He and Smokey are on their way to the cliff…”
Jerking his eyes open, Glenn growled, “You talked to him?”
“No…he sent me a message. Everything’s good…they’re ahead of schedule because yours truly made sure everything was perfect,” Riley grinned. “Ghost’s men are already in place and he figures it’ll take them eight to twelve hours to scale the cliff once they arrive by boat at the bottom. Go grab some shut-eye in the meantime, and I’ll wake you when I hear something again…promise. Now go before your mates get angry you aren’t with them and decide it’s my fault.”
“Wake me once you have the videos and photos,” growled Glenn, rising wearily. “Alex went to a private school in New York…”
“New York is filled with private schools,” Riley snorted.
“Smart ass. This one lost its headmaster a year or so ago. Once you find it, get me copies of all of Alex’srecords…I want to know who his father was. Also, give me the name of the lawyer who set up the trust.”
