Page 55 of Matched into the Mob

“That was some ride.”

“In your dream? Or us coming here from the city?”

“No, us, you and me, cock-in-hole ride.”

“Ahhh, hold that thought.” I slid my hand over the covers and squeezed his butt. Gods, how I wanted him again, but Flint was right, I needed to alpha up or perhaps Beta up was a better description.

“Okay. I figured out a solution so the authorities will arrest Dane and you don’t have to kill him.”

Damn, we were back to discussing Dane and his future, however short that would be.And here I’d assumed my mate had been sleeping.

“Matt—”

He put a finger to my lips and said Dane was a drug manufacturer. “Some of the chemicals needed in recycling are the same as used in making drugs.”

We didn’t touch that stuff and certainly didn’t cook it up.Unknowingly, Matt had given us yet another legitimate reason to end Dane’s life.

“Also, I have video footage of the chemicals being delivered that I got from his assistant’s phone.”

My mate argued we could call the police. But they were in the middle of a state-wide emergency, and besides, guys like Dane rarely paid a price.

“He’s a bad dude,” I agreed.

“In my world, those people go to jail. We don’t off them.”

“I know enough about Dane.” Maybe part of me was similar to him, though I hated to admit it. If someone hurt me, my family, or tried to destroy my business, I would never let up, always waiting until the right moment for payback.

“He will kill you, Matt. Maybe not today. Or next week. He’ll bide his time, and you will never know peace.”

“I’ll send the information to the authorities and they’ll lock him up. You have the necessary contacts.”

“And then what?”

Matt tugged his hair. “Dane will leave the city and never return?”

He was grasping at possible solutions, none of which were feasible.

“You’re putting my family, which is now your family, at risk too.” I hated laying a guilt trip on him and explained that as we were involved, the decision wasn’t totally up to him.

My mate got up and paced. “I have to try. Give me the email of some higher-up person in the police department.”

That I could do. The police superintendent had been a friend of my late father. Not a shifter but a good guy. Matt might not think the same, as he was on our payroll.

My mate sent off the information that could put Dane away, if not for life, for a good chunk of his remaining years if the guy was human. It would amount to nothing, but I admired Matt’s tenacity in standing up for his principles.

“I’ve done all I can.” He sounded as though he was trying to convince himself he did the right thing.

“And now we set up an alternate plan. We have to lure him.” I allowed Matt to fathom what I was saying.

“What? Youwanthim to come here?” He grabbed the quilt and slung it over his head so only his eyes were visible.

“We do.” We had to finish this.

Flint had to be part of the conversation, but I wouldn’t allow him in the room. So again we texted back and forth, with my mate making suggestions. We agreed Matt would send a snippet of the factory footage to Dane. But it wasn’t enough.

Matt sighed and got the laptop. “Dane’s a greedy SOB. Money is his motivation, his reason for living.”

That I knew. “And?”

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