Page 54 of Caught in His Sights

My hand freezes on the side of the toilet as his words sink in. “What about him?”

“Your precious Dylan couldn’t keep his nose out of things, either. He kept pushing about his neighbor going missing.” Wells shakes his head in mock regret. “And that’s why he had to go.”

Shocked, I sit back on the cold marble floor, my leg and arm throbbing from the glass shards embedded in my skin.

My heart pounds as I stare up at Wells, fear and betrayal threatening to choke me. “What did you do to Dylan?”

Wells smirks down at me, his hard eyes calculating. “It wasn’t me, but it was my business partners. I heard they sold your little brother to a man with a hunger for human flesh. I hope he ate his tongue first.”

“No!” Grief washes over me like a tidal wave, drowning any rational thought.

In a desperate move, I grab the gun from the holster taped to the back of the toilet and fire at Wells.

The first shot flies wide, penetrating the wall behind him with a deafening crack.

Wells lunges toward me, his movements swift despite his large frame. I squeeze off another round, this time hitting him in the shoulder.

He grunts in pain but doesn’t falter, knocking the weapon from my hand and backhanding me across the face. My cheek bounces off hard porcelain, sending an explosion through my head.

“Dammit.” Wells grabs my ankle and drags me out into the open, his vice-like grip cutting off circulation. “I planned to kill you quickly, but now I’m going to take my time before I sell you to the same man who bought your baby brother.”

My stomach churns, bile rising in my throat. This can’t be happening.

Not to me, not to Dylan. We were just trying to find the truth. To protect the vulnerable Omegas in our neighborhood.

And now, we’ll both pay the price.

17

The coppery tang of blood fills my nose as Wells drags me across the marble floor toward the bedroom.

My hands scramble against the cold tiles, searching for anything to grasp onto. “How could you do this? You’re an officer of the law! I trusted you!”

“You’re as stupid as your brother,” he sneers, his face devoid of compassion.

The edge of the vanity bites into my palm, and my eyes latch on to the sharp weapon taped to the underside.

Wells’s grip on my ankle tightens, grinding my bones together, and he yanks hard.

My nails break as I lose hold of the cabinet and skid forward along the tiled floor. He turns away, focusing on the bedroom, and I lunge upward, desperately reaching for the knife. I rip it free from the tape, and I almost drop it as my hands tremble with fear.

Wells doesn’t notice the knife as he drags me out of the bathroom, and pain flares up my tailbone as my ass bounces over the threshold, followed by the burn of carpet against my skin.

Next to the bed, he drops my leg and bends over me, like a predator about to take the final strike. The thought of Dylan suffering at the hands of a monster like this fuels my determination to fight, to survive.

“Get away from me!” With all the strength I can muster, I rear up and stab him in the same shoulder where I shot him.

He shouts in pain and stumbles back, reaching for the knife.

Panic and adrenaline propel me into action, and I scramble to my feet, racing out of the bedroom and crashing into someone coming toward me from the stairs.

A strong arm catches me, and Caleb’s familiar scent offers a moment of relief.

He swings me to the side, turning his body into a shield as Wells comes charging after me. Caleb fires the gun he carries, shooting Wells in both knees. The large man crumples, and with a powerful kick to the face from Caleb, Wells crashes to the floor, unconscious.

When Caleb lowers his weapon, I grab his forearm, trying to force it back up. “What are you doing? Kill him! He sold Dylan to a cannibal!”

Caleb looks down at me, a murderous set to his features. “I plan to, and if you want to see it happen, you’re welcome to be present. But first, we need to get as much information out of him as possible.”

---