Page 67 of Property of Prowler
“ENOUGH,” he roared.
The entire room fell silent. He didn’t want to hide anything from his brothers, but he was ashamed.
“Look, the sharing of control Wolf and I did the other day exhausted us both because I wouldn’t relent. I was dead to the world. Ghoul had to drive me home and pour me into bed. Later, Cass called Taylor to come over and, um, help her with a delicate situation.”
That was the best he could do. It was hard enough to face the fact that his little Jellybean was growing up without blurting it out to his brothers. Besides, his daughter would be horrified if she knew he talked about her period in church.
“According to Wolf, that’s when Allie climbed into my bed. Taylor saw it, and well, it looked exactly the way that bitch wanted it to look. Regardless, she took Cass to her place and handled it. She didn’t let on to my kid that anything was wrong. Fast forward to the early hours of the morning, and Allie was at it again.” He swallowed the lump in his throat.
“This time it wasn’t for show. Wolf was able to wake me, and it got ugly. I threw her out after she signed over custody. Of course, she couldn’t just fucking leave without a performance, and there were Taylor and Cass looking at me with heartbreak and disgust. It appeared bad, especially coupled with what Taylor had seen before.”
That look still haunted him, and not just Taylor’s. He never wanted his child to look at him with disappointment again. He pulled himself together and continued.
“Anyway, long story short, she said she cheated, and I wolfed out for a few days.”
“Fuck, Prez, you sure she’s your mate then?” Kansas looked up from his laptop to ask.
“Yes, she’s mine, and don’t question it again. She lied because she was hurt. Cass told me the man on the feed was her brother, not her lover.”
Prowler pulled out his phone. He had the video saved from the night he’d been at her house. Because he planned on killing the man who kissed her. Now he planned on killing him because of what Cass had told him.
“Maybe she’s just somewhere licking her wounds and will be back when she’s ready. You should give her some space.” Of course, Bulldog would think that.
“I don’t know. I thought that too, but she quit answering Cass’s texts and calls, and that’s not like her. She is always there for her, day or night.” When he got her back, and he would get her back, he would let her know how much that meant to him. He’d pretty much had just taken it for granted because how could anyone not love Cass, but Taylor went above and beyond for his kid.
“Call it my gut, call it the mating bond in waiting, call it whatever you want, but I just need to lay eyes on her and know she’s okay.” If she was okay, and space was all she needed, then as much as it would kill him, he would give it to her. He just needed to know she was safe.
“Got something,” Kansas declared. “She owns a property on the other side of town. A rental from the looks of it. Currently vacant, but the listing got pulled.” He scrunched his face and scrolled. “About the time your girl went into prey mode.”
Prowler could’ve jumped for joy. It wasn’t very likely she was there, but it was something. A lead he could be busy following instead of hating himself for hurting her.
“I’ll head out in ten to check it out. Ghoul and Bulldog with me, just in case.”
He slid his phone down the table. It was a long shot, but something about the timing of her brother showing up set alarm bells off in his head after what Cass had said.
“Take a look at that and see if you recognize him. It’s Taylor’s brother, but he damn sure didn’t act like any brother should toward his sister. Plus, she told Cass to run if she ever saw him.”
Ghoul had just grabbed the phone and turned to Prowler when Boogey declared, “Good news, her cell is at that rental.”
“See, she just needed—” Kansas started, but Chef interrupted him.
“That’s fucking Travis.” Chef’s statement was punctuated by the door flying open, with a windblown Monster standing there panting.
“Someone has your ol’ lady.”
The room exploded into chaos. It was fucking bedlam.
“QUIET.”
This time, Prowler himself felt the alpha command in his voice, and a few of his brothers not only bowed their heads, but one took a fucking knee.
He and Wolf were well and truly one. Not only was it obvious in his brothers’ reactions, but it was also obvious because he was still in skin.
No one spoke, not even Prowler. The clicking of the keyboard ceased, and the only sound he could hear was the buzz of the lights.
Thoughts of what Chef and Boogey had said fled in the wake of those five words.
Someone has your ol’ lady.
