Page 135 of Blood and Reign

He traces a finger along my jaw. “That was—”

“Hot?” I smirk at him as he chuckles.

“Very…” He glances down at my body, his eyes growing dark once more as his cock hardens against my stomach.

“Now… how about that shower?”

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KAI

I dragmyself away from my mate as she sleeps soundlessly. I don’t want to leave her, but something important has been brought to my attention that needs to be dealt with immediately.

Throwing on some clothes, I glance back at her before making my way down to the basement.

In the early hours of the morning, our men came across a supe trying to leave Manhattan with a couple of young witches in the back of his truck. They’d recently lost their parents, and this fucker thought he could just grab them and leave.

Our men brought him to us and when we found out who it was… Let’s just say, our luck must have changed with this little gift being handed to us.

Kidnapping is something we don’t just give a slap on the wrist for. Especially after what happened with Kiarra. And because it happened in Manhattan,ourcity, we get to enact the punishment.

I smile to myself, feeling lighter than I have in a long while. This day has been a long time coming.

Pulling back the bolt, I open the basement door and walk in. I sense my brothers nearby. Not one of them wants to miss this.

The basement is a wide-open space with four smaller rooms, two on each side. All are soundproof for when our interrogating gets a bit too loud.

Weapons and instruments of every kind line the walls. There are no windows in here, with the only way out, the door I came in.

It’s perfect for dealing with those who have no regard for the law and its rules, and sometimes doing it ourselves is the better option.

I see Rion first. He’s by a small table of blades, eyeing up two that curve into talons.

I walk over beside him. “How are the girls?”

His eyes flicker to me before he picks up the talon blade, inspecting it. “A bit shaken up, but both are fine. One of the covens from Staten Island is looking after them.”

“Good.” I glance around the room. “Where’s Luka?”

“He’s in there.”

I freeze. “Inwhere?”

Rion raises a brow. “Where do you think?”

“And youlethim?”

Rion continues to inspect another blade, as if the news he just gave me isn’t a fucking shock to the system.

“He deserves to handle this the way he wants.”

That’s true, but I want the piece of shit in there with him to fuckingsuffer. Many times, over. It’s what he deserves.

I try to calm my hounds down as they rise up, wanting to cause damage to the fucker. But if anyone gets to take the lead on this, it’s Luka. After all, he’s the one that was tortured by that sick fuck.

Cillian.

The idiot thought he could sneak into our city while hell was raining down and walk out with two of our people.

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