“Yeah, but she forgot her purse in the car and I’m looking for it now. Can’t find the fucking thing though, so she must have taken it inside after all,” Sliver told me, completely oblivious to the deception.
My girl was smart. That was for sure. Fabricating this story about her missing purse to get Sliver to leave the apartment without a fight. While I might be pissed at the woman, I was also impressed with her ability to think on her feet.
“I want you to watch Cat’s apartment from the outside until I get there,” I instructed, walking out of my room and heading down the hall to where Domino’s room was.
“Is everything alright, Prez?” The boy asked nervously.
“Just watch her place, kid. Okay? Make sure nothing happens to my girl,” I strongly reiterated.
“Okay, Ace. I can do that,” he nervously replied.
Hanging up, I pounded on Domino’s door. It wasn’t shut all the way and my knocking on it threw it wide open. My big-ass brother was inside. He was plowing Chrissy’s pussy from behind while she was noisily eating out Peaches.
The women were moaning so loud I had to shout my brother’s name over the annoying din.
“What’s up, Prez?” He nonchalantly asked between pumps, not slowing down his rough strokes as he pummeled the club girl’s eager cunt.
“Get dressed,” I told him, brooking no arguments. “We’ve got a problem, and I need your help to solve it. You’ve got a minute to finish up here and meet me downstairs while I go get Blitz.”
“I can do that,” Domino answered, slapping the girl’s ass as he began to hammer away even harder.
CHAPTER 22
Ace
The drive over to Cat’s place from the Clubhouse usually took an hour. Tonight, we made it in thirty minutes.
Because I wasn’t so sure she’d come willingly, we’d driven over in a cage and left our bikes at the compound. The SUV, a sleek gun-metal grey with tinted windows, hummed quietly outside of Cat’s apartment at present.
“You sure about this, Prez?” Domino posed, black gloves already on, a look of uncertainty pasted across his square face.
“What choice do I have, Dom?” I returned, my emotions a snarling mess of need, anger, and frustration.
Fucking Kane! The asshole ruined everything. Calling Cat and telling her she’s a shifter right before I revealed it to her was some next level psychopath behavior.
“You could just try talking to her?” Blitz advised, his hands resting casually on the wheel. “You never know, Brother. Shemight let you in. Listen to what you have to say. If she does, you won’t have to kidnap your mate and carry her off to a place in the woods like a God-damned neanderthal.”
I gave him a level look. “And how well do you think that conversation is going to work out, Blitz? Hey babe, I know Kane’s a crazy son-of-a-bitch, but he was telling the truth. You’re a wolf-woman and you’re my mate. All I need to do to transform you is stick my dick and knot in you during the Blood Moon after I’ve bitten through your neck. Sound good?”
“I might start with something simpler, like, can I come in so we can talk,” Blitz returned dryly. “Then maybe use her hormones against her. Get her in the bedroom, and show Cat, rather than tell her, what she is,” he cooly suggested.
“And risk the neighbors hearing our little domestic squabble and dialing the cops? No way. I can’t risk it all going sideways if she freaks out. To ensure Cat’s safe transition, I can’t take any chances. As much as I might hate saying this, I’m going to have to kidnap my mate and take her somewhere private to trigger her change.”
“Okay,” Blitz grudgingly acquiesced. “It’s your mate, Brother, so it’s your rules. Do whatever you need to do. I’ll be parked out back near the fire lane waiting for you.”
I bobbed my head before tossing Dom a look over my shoulder. “You ready to do this, Brother?”
Dom sighed. “I don’t suppose Cat will ever give me Anna’s number after I help kidnap her?”
“Get the fuck out of the car,” I demanded, before stepping outside myself.
CHAPTER 23
Cat
I paced the length of my dark apartment like a zoo animal that had recently been snatched from the wild and caged. In my head, I kept replaying my discussion with Kane and Ace.
Despite how long I’d been mulling it over, I didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t like I could just call the police and report that my sort-of boyfriend thought I was a werewolf, and that I knew this, not because he’d told me, but because my stalker had tattled on him. Yeah, I was aware. It sounded batshit crazy, and I had lived it.
