Page 86 of Tempting Her Dragons

Kingston

I’m fucking pissed. We spent all night tracking this asshole, and we found him in a shitty motel, drinking. I missed a night of sleeping next to my sexy mate, only to be in Ryker’s dungeon with a whiny human with the face of the sick fuck we killed.

Mav showed up in time to go with me to bring him here. He tried to fight us off, but he was no match to us, and his movement was slow. Bishop and Laken are here along with the vampires. River came along, ready to chase him down. Heath stood in the corner, his hands folded over the top of his cane, watching the sniveling man with disdain.

“He’s fucking drunk,” Bishop says.

“This is who you were worried about?” Heath asks. I’m quite disappointed, too.

“He won’t stop crying,” Ryker says, his fangs showing.

“I left my mate for this,” Micah drawls.

“Are we sure he’s the one?” River asks, his head tilted. “He pissed himself.”

“Apparently, he is only brave when he tortured that woman and covered up his brother’s kills,” I say. He has to be acting. Shade saw the picture of the woman he fucked up.

“That bitch had it coming,” the twin snarls.

“There it is,” River says.

“He’s tough when it’s someone weaker than him,” Laken states.

“I get it, but this is ridiculous,” River says.

“I tend to agree,” Mav mutters.

“You wanted to find me,” I say, and he focuses on my face. Looking into his eyes, I see the demented side of him.

“You’re the dick that killed my brother,” he spits. “You took him away from me.”

“I did,” I confirm. “What were you going to do when you found me?”

“Kill you,” he says harshly.

“Really?” I can’t understand the two sides of him. I have seen many men switch personalities when they are on the losing side, but this is extreme. He is struggling with his situation. Most abusers believe they are untouchable, so when they are at someone else’s mercy, they either think they still have the upper hand, or they crumble.

He is crumbling.

“You have to pay,” he thunders.

“What is your name?” I ask.

“Shane.” He pulls on the chains he is hanging from.

“Do you know what I am?” I ask. His gaze is locked on Ryker and his fangs.

“Yes, the man who took away my brother’s work.”

“Work?” I step close. “He tortured women. I was thrilled to kill him.” That penetrates, and he jerks his head my way.

“Motherfucker, you had no right,” he roars. “He was doing good.”

“This guy is seriously off,” River says.

“You threatened our mate, Shane,” I say.

“My brother would have loved her,” he smiles. “Her body.” He licks his lips. “I wanted a taste.”

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