Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“You really want to flee from her? A submissive, female, teensy weensy cat?”
Wattie grunted as he shifted position on the armchair, his face pale. “Seb, it don’t matter that she’s tiny or a submissive or a woman—it doesn’t change that we can’t get a grip on her. We can’t even get a bullet in her. What else are we supposed to do?”
Sebastian felt his lips flatten. This was what he got for bringing pack members who thought it their place to question him. “We’re not leaving until she’s dead. You hear me? Bitch and moan all you want, but we’re not moving from this house until she’s a goner.”
Both males sagged, anger washing over their features and mingling with the pain there.
Sebastian’s wolf sneered, disgusted by their weakness. “Now, for God’s sake, let’s nab this damn cat.”
Unable to properly walk, Wattie remained seated as Sebastian and Davide searched high and low for the black-foot. It was like trying to search for oxygen—you knew it was there, you just couldn’t damn see it.
Sebastian kicked a half-smashed vase across the floor, making more pieces of it break away. “How can it be possible for her not to stand out? She doesn’t exactly blend in with the décor.”
Davide gave a clueless shrug. “I don’t know. I still say we should—”
“Don’t. I told you already, we’re not leaving until …” Sebastian trailed off as something outside caught his eye through the window. His pulse jumped, and his wolf went still. “Hale’s home.”
Wattie sat up straighter, his eyes widening. “What?”
“He’s walking up the driveway as we speak,” said Sebastian, his hand flexing around his gun. “He isn’t with the others. Just one male—I haven’t seen this one before.” In which case, the guy couldn’t be an enforcer or anyone important. “We can take them both easy.”
“Or,” began Davide, “we could just walk out—”
Sebastian growled at his brother. “Stop being a bitch. Get out your guns, both of you.”
Red staining his cheeks, Davide begrudgingly pulled out his gun. From the armchair, Wattie did the same.
Not trusting that either of the Olympus Pride males wouldn’t scent Sebastian or his pack mates, he didn’t wait there. He pulled open the living room door and aimed his weapon just right.
Both Hale and the other male casually strolled inside. Hale froze as his gaze landed on Sebastian. A gaze that bounced from him to the gun and back again. Behind him, his companion went rigid.
“If either one of you runs back out that door the other takes a bullet to the heart,” Sebastian warned, the dark promise heavy in every syllable.
Neither male tried to run. They both pinned their gazes on Sebastian, their expressions hardening.
He smirked. “Hale, stay right where you are. Other Guy, shut the door. Then both of you put your hands up.”
The Olympus shifters moved stiffly as they followed his orders, every movement begrudging.
“Thanks.” Sebastian shot Other Guy in the chest.
The male reared back, hit the wall, and slid down to the floor as blood poured from the wound. Seconds later, he went limp.
Hale hissed, clearly eager to help his friend, but he remained still like he’d been told.
“How nice of you to drop by,” Sebastian quipped.
Looking at the motherfucker, it was hard not to pull the trigger. Images flashed in his mind. Hale diving at Samuele. Hands gripping his brother’s head. Those same hands wrenching hard, snapping Samuele’s neck.
“Where’s my mate?” Hale predictably demanded.
“Somewhere,” Sebastian fudged. He held up his cell phone. “See this? It’s a detonator for the explosives I’ve put around the house. Make a wrong move and I press it.”
Hale clenched his jaw tight.
“Now, we’re going to go into the living area. It’s cozier that way.” With every step Sebastian took back, Hale took one forward until they were fully in the room.
The pallas cat’s gaze darted around, taking in everything—Davide, Wattie, the weapons, the explosives.
“You know, I wasn’t sure you’d really leave her alone here,” said Sebastian. “A smarter man would have realized it was a trap. Did you really think I’d actually rely on a submissive to put herself in danger?”
A muscle in Hale’s jaw ticked. “I thought maybe you believed she’d rush to the aid of her family regardless.”
Idiot. “You thought wrong, as you can see.” Sebastian tightened his grip on his weapon. “Where’s Tommaso?”
“The place we put all our captives,” Hale vaguely replied.
“Which is where?”
“Put down your weapons and I’ll tell you.”
Sebastian felt his mouth curve into a mocking smile. “No, I don’t think so.” Knowing there was only one way to make the asshole talk, he called out, “Kitty cat, you need to come out now. I swear to God I will put a bullet in your mate’s brain if you don’t.”
Moments later, she appeared from … Sebastian didn’t even know where. She just materialized a few feet away like magic. It was downright eerie, but he’d never admit it aloud.