“Whatcha got?”
Kansas was their go-to guy for shifter information, so whenever he was uncomfortable, they all were.
“Been sorting through the files the vamps gave us and as of now, I can’t find any members of the Domino pack. Everyone who was there, except for Ben, was killed and accounted for. If they’re out there, they got out beforehand.” Kansas’s face fell.
Ben had gone dark a few months before their civil war, and Kansas couldn’t reach him. Hector’s vamps, who the pack allied with to free themselves from Samual’s rule, found him in the lab completely out of touch with reality and not smelling of wolf. Apparently, they experimented on him until they killed his wolf, and the result was a complete mental breakdown. The club put him in a facility to live out his remaining days.
It was a good thing that the evil pack was gone, however, Monster knew Kansas would take it hard. They were his friends, his pack. His own family was decimated by them way back when, and he fled. When he did, others had to take his place, so there was a lot of bad blood there too.
“Keep digging through those files and enlist the prospect to help.”
Kansas nodded.
“Well, if there’s nothing else … go to it.”
Prez gaveled the meeting closed, and they filed out of their sanctuary.
Monster joined Ghoul at the bar to come up with a game plan.
“I say we show up in the wee hours of the morning, catch him when his pants are down. He’ll be more pliable, and we’ll have fewer prying eyes since he lives in a subdivision.”
Fuck. That meant Monster would have to cut his time with the pretty Carys short. Maybe they could rush through dinner and get back to his place. He’d fuck her thoroughly and then tie her to the bed, so she’d be there naked and ready when business was concluded.
A smile spread across his face at the thought. It had its appeal. The thought of her naked and secured to his bed had him shifting on the bar stool.
Ghoul slammed his empty mug on the surface. “Well, I’m going to spend some time with Diamond before we’re off to kick some ass. I’ll meet you fuckers later.”
Monster watched Ghoul go. He shook his head at how giddy Ghoul acted at the thought of doing the dirty work, but his brothers knew looks can be deceiving. After the rest of his club dispersed around the clubhouse, he decided to head out.
However, before he could beat a hasty retreat, Taylor flounced in and made a beeline for him. Ever since she found out he’d ridden hell-bent for leather to save her last year, their routine was the same.
“My hero,” she proclaimed, and wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back. At first it was awkward, not just for him, but Prowler hated it too. However, it had become less so over the months. Now, Monster looked forward to it. He’d always secretly wanted a sister, and now he had one.
“What’s new, doofus?”
“Not a lot, buttlicker.”
Despite himself, he laughed at her affectionate insult. Taylor was still wrapped around him when she looked up into his face.
“You met someone. Was it the other night? The blond with the obnoxious boob job? Wait, or her and her friend? May?—”
“Stop. You’re going to short-circuit that brain of yours trying to think of every chick in the bar you saw before you were seeing double. None of the above.”
Taylor pulled away and screwed up her face. “So, you didn’t deny it, just not the bimbos who were salivating over you. Oh my God, are you growing as a human?” she teased.
“Bite your tongue.”
“So, spill.” She slapped him on the chest.
“Nothing to spill.”
“Bullshit. You’ve got the look.”
“What look?”
“You know the look. Like a wolfy whose caught a scent, the scent of a sexy rabbit.”
“First of all, gross. Second, what do you know about it? You’ve only ever been the rabbit.” He tapped her nose with a finger, hoping to deter her line of thinking, but no such luck.
