Page 13 of Vengeful Mates

“See you soon, handsome.” She stroked his arms. “Stretch those wings.”

“I will.” He melded his mouth with hers. “Get inside.” He nudged her at the gate, then clapped a hand on Castor’s shoulder, and crossed back to his bike.

Fuck, what I wouldn’t have given for another kiss or to stay with her. If I was VP, I would have. Perk of the job. Club rules: President and VP weren’t to be in the same place on jobs like this. Too bad I was no longer VP.

Determined to get my former title back, I approached Slade and went in for the kill.

CHAPTER5

Zethan

“I wanna makethings right with the club.” I hit Slade up as he threw his leg over his bike. “I know I fucked up."

His gaze snapped up to mine. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Alaric respectfully lingered with Castor, and I knew he heard every word with his keen hawk hearing.

Slade fired up a cigarette, not a care in the world that he sat on top of a fuel tank. “What do you propose to make things right?”

Pay my damn penance. “I’ll find Raine and kill him.” The last I said as a test to see how soft the president got over our mate.

Slade’s lips pursed as he sucked down a lungful of smoke. “He’s mine to kill.” His fierce growl rattled along our bond.

Fair enough. As president, he could claim the right. The father and Alpha of the group who took care of everyone.

Truthfully, I didn’t give a fuck who killed Colton so long as someone ended him for good, and all the problems he caused to the club were resolved.

Now for my promise. “I’ll deliver him to you and then my slate is clear.” My conscience too.

Slade blew out a long string of smoke that shaped into spears sharpened just for Raine. “Thank you.”

Resentment crumbled as I hit him in the shoulder and laughed. “The world must be ending for Slade Vincent to thank anyone.”

Slade thumped me back. “Smartass.”

Aaliyah worked her magick on him.

The president drew down more smoke, the bond hazing over, burning hot. “Can you find him? Weasel bitch is hiding out.”

Today’s expedition would confirm Castor’s reports and tell us how much of a weasel Colton was.

“I can search our shared connection again.”

Sinking into my Underworld magick, I probed the bond binding Raine and me together, and like the two previous times I tried this, he retreated like a turtle into a shell, and I couldn’t get a lock on his location. Resolved to locate the prick, I chased him harder, the both of us doing our little cat-and-mouse game. Our connection dulled and all trace vanished. Prick obfuscated himself. Unheard of before we discovered the identity of our real enemy.

“He’s still hiding from me, and I can’t figure out how,” I reported to my president. “I’ll need more time to look into this.”

Eyes burning with a murderous heat, Slade grunted like he had every time I hunted for our enemy. “Motherfucker.”

“A dead motherfucker.” For old times’ sake, to show him no hard feelings, I clapped him on the shoulder.

His gaze pinned me to the spot. Assessing. Strategizing. “Do you want to come back as VP?” The question came out of nowhere but didn’t surprise me. Brutally honest like me, Slade wasn’t one to mince words. Judging by the strain on our bond, this had been on his mind for some time.

I was touched that he wanted me back. Regarded me as his VP. “If Castor doesn’t want the job, I’ll step up. And if the club agrees to it.”

God fucking knew we had to get the clubs’ approval. Thanks to Brix, they backed my demotion instead of letting me rectify the damage I caused. Had that happened, I might not have sunk into a helpless depressive state.

“Don’t you feel the passion anymore? The club spirit?” Fuck, Slade dug to the core of the matter.

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