The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Twenty–One

RAINIER

Finally alone in the deep leather interior of my heavily tinted SUV, I all the previous moments in the hospital to pull and onto my dick. My fangs spear out and I close my eyes. Hlathes of Felix Fitzgerald and her ethereal beauty burning int “Fuck!” I curse a little too loudly, as I punch the dashboard and work to control my breathing

Fuck, fuck, fuck

1 grit my teeth, glaring out the window as I scan the parking lot for any early model Cadillacs. I don’t see any, and venetow I know, Hector isn’t stupid enough to show here. Not with my deputies still in the vicinity. Beat with any lock, he was out here watching whet Timmons escorted Felix off grounds. I’m willing to bet that at this very moment that little shit is probably concocting

her out without so much as pissing in the parking lot. Well… I guess I have to make sure she’s un–bailable then. Or at the very least, housed somewhere he can’t find her.

Locking my knuckles around the steering wheel, the ring finger of my left hand comes into focus. I growl at the memory of what only a few minutes ago. When I stepped into the ER. and removed my wedding band to stuff the damn thing in my back pocket. Wh What the fuck?

But I know why, of course I do.

Because the instant I closed in on Emergency 48 and stepped into that hall, I scented her. Lemonade and spun sugar. Vanilla and lollipops. Cotton Candy fucking heaven.

It assaulted me. Sent a spiral of lightning from my fangs to my groin. 1ouldn’t even think in that first minute. I dider’t think. No…. I removed my ring without a second thought and then I stepped into her toom.

And God help me, she was beautiful. Hair in long waves of spun gold that danced past her ass to brush the backs of her thighs. Bright test blue eyes that seem to glow like crystals of an underground cave. A heavily curved body made from the sins of a thousand wet dreams Her lips were plump and ripe for sucking. Each and every thing about her screamed to be claimed.

But… what luck I have. What luck do I fucking have… I am married. And even if I wasnt… Felix is a hooker.

A hooker.

Damn the fates and every God that ever demanded worship. Karma is a bitch and my fated mate is a hooker.

Did I mention she was a hooker? Yes, I think I did.

“Fuck!” I yell again, whipping out my phone and dialing Paul.

“Ye–low,” Paul chimes out on the first ring

“Hey,” I say, squeezing the bridge of my nose between two fingers as 1 shift in my seat to readjust my balls. “Can you send me the link to the indoor cameras, I need to check some of the footage for events prior to the shooting.”

says. “You caught me just i in time too, because Dom stopped through and ordered it all erased. He’s talking about closing the place down or some shit.

got to

my friend, God save

say softly before hanging

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Chapter One Hundred–Twenty–One

cub prior to the incident. It takes a few minutes, but I find what Im looking for. 1 tap on the clip in question and Tommy Delaren is the with another local boy by the name of David Arden. I’ve dealt with them both on different occasions but never for anything any more serious than a speeding ticket. I watch as Hector and his friends shove Felix into the northeast corner of the club toward Tommy. I watch and I watch and I watch and soon I am shaking with

I fucking kill

fucking

moment to peek into 3A and watch Tommy sleep. He is resting a

snaps,

begging for me to rip his throat out and bleed him out onto the ground. “I’ll be back for you

Felix, Tommy’s wasn’t a flesh wound. The bullet that hit him ripped through the bones of his right arm and straight out the back of his shoulder, He is

and I leave the room slamming

Lupe’s eyes go

curious as I approach. “Do I sense an Uh–oh,”

do you think he can

She shrugs,

or take a couple of weeks boss man, His bones need time to

even take her statement. Damn it. “I’ll send a couple

I exit the E.B. and head back to my vehicle. “Mister Deluca

the SUV hard enough to

to me.

them. I ignored them because I didn’t want to feel anything for a hooker. 1 ignored them

disgust. I lied to myself, telling myself I

I don’t want her

her. I need to find out more about Hector and who he is to her. Because if I am right, and I usually am (with the exception of this morning) –

press the call button

v radio.