The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Seventy–One

DOMONIC

After four solid hours of Mango trying to seshice me, I’m ready to hang myself. By the time she’s dressed for her shift at the club, I’m more than thrilled to take her there. Especially after checking the locator app on my phone and finding out that Draven is still here. I checked about thirty minutes ago, expecting to see her hallway to Mam by now. But according to the app when she and Paul left my house they went directly to the bar and that is where she stayed. The aching in my thest has trained to my fangs and each time I draw in a breath the pain gets worse. So all I can think when I see that little dot on the map pulsing over the Moonlight Lounge, is Thank God

I drop Margo off at the club and head straight to the bar to find tell and Koda sitting at the corner booth when I walk in. Other than the two of them, the place is completely empty and oddly enough… I can’t seent Dren

Texas Dom,” Bartlett hisses. “You look like shit.”

hasn’t even been a whole night yet and already I have dark circles under my eyes. I growl, “Where is she?”

I know I do. It ha

“What do you mean?” Bartlett chackles. She left for Miami. 1 book ber to the airport sell

I shake my head. “No, you didn’t.” Then I walk up to the table and flip my phone around so the pair of them can get a real good look at the map and the little blue – GPS dat themselves. “This says she’s here. You’re lying to me. She never left.”

|| “Yes she did.” Bartlett insists. Shaking his head, he hisses, “You’ve been spying on hef?”

course I have

Ind. “Of course

“Sicko,” Bartlett spes “You better update your software them, because I promise you, she’s gone.”

My eyes floot toward Kods and I notice the strain in his muscles as his angry gaze focuses on the wall behind me. He’s pissed about more than he’s letting on, that much I know. But right at this moment, I could give a rat fuck what it is

“Oh really?” I kiss, thinking that somehow Bartlett has managed to mask her sont from me. I dial Draven’s number and listen for it to ring. When it does, my body poes cold. I to the counter and leap behind the bar.

There, just below the cash argister is Draven’s phone and half of my plan to keep tabs on her dies a swift death.

She left

“Fuck!” I shout, pounding the top of the bar with a closed Est. 1 glare at Bartlett. “Were you behind this?” I snap. “You said you took her to the airport! Did you give her the money and the tickets?”

mixture of sadness and

“Call the airport and find out

drive down there to show them my badge. They won’t

then go,”

his head at me as he stalks my way

fuck about what you’re feeling Roda. I give a fuck about her. Go to the airport

with blue fire. This is your fault asshole. Not me,” he growls out stepping toward

when he didn’t talk,” say, dropping myself into the booth in front of Bartlett and running my hands over my chest to ease

me with a smick. “So enjoy

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Chapter Seventy One

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