Page 107 of Her Wolf

Gurgles cut off the man’s insistent plea.

Lars paused just before he reached the door. He turned back, watching Milo throttling the DEA agent.

But was he really? Milo said he’d found a badge on him, but nothing else. Wouldn’t he have had a radio, or an earpiece—something to keep contact with HQ? And if not, did that mean he really was out on his own?

Why?

Why would a DEA agent knowingly attend a cartel meeting of this size without backup?

Lars strode back. He slammed his boot down on the man’s thigh, forcing the chair back on all four legs. Milo let up with the belt, frowning at him over Peter’s bowed head.

The man rasped for breath. Lars grabbed his chin, forcing his head up. “What do you mean, ‘Time’s running out?’”

Peter’s eyes were bloodshot, his mouth a trembling line. He drew a few more labored breaths, before whispering, “I put a tracking device on her, but the battery only lasts so long.”

Lars stepped back, and the man’s head dipped before he could straighten his neck to look at Lars. Milo came around, belt dangling from his fingers as he stared blue murder at Peter.

“You motherfucker,” Milo bit out. “You couldn’t just fucking tell me that?”

Peter grinned at him with bloody teeth and innocent eyes. “Where’s the fun in that?” he said hoarsely.

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