Page 30 of Eleazar

The grin on Chainsaw’s face was chilling. “That would be none of your business.”

Andrew threw an arm over his eyes to stop the vertigo. “You know Maximus is going to screw you seven ways from Sunday.” He told the guy what he thought Maximus would do. “He’ll make himself out to be a hero killing the guy who killed me.”

“You’re full of shit,” Chainsaw spat. “I’ve made deals with Maximus in the past, and he’s always kept his word.”

“You really are too dumb to live.” Andrew rolled over then swallowed roughly at the musty smell of the couch. This time when he tried to push up, he succeeded. “You kidnapped the boyfriend of the most powerful vampire and you think Maximus isn’t going to save his own ass?”

Andrew wasn’t telling Chainsaw that he was Eleazar’s mate. One, Chainsaw probably didn’t have a clue what a mate was, and Andrew wasn’t in the mood to explain. Two, that would make Andrew a valuable target for Eleazar’s enemies if anyone found out.

Like you’re not already in a fucking shitstorm. Now that he was at Chainsaw’s place—if this was even the guy’s home—Andrew was starting to think his plan of following Chainsaw to find Zach had been the worst idea.

His friend was nowhere in sight, and Chainsaw was looking at him as if wondering what method to use to kill him.

Then the guy walked away. Andrew shot off the couch and tried to get out the front door, but it was locked. He tried one of the living room windows, but he noticed at the last second that it had one of those little alarm boxes attached to it. Chainsaw would hear it before he had a chance to get away.

If Andrew set it off to alert anyone, Chainsaw could kill him and stuff him in a closet then tell his neighbors that the alarm going off was an accident.

“Here.”

Andrew turned. Chainsaw tossed him a sleeve of crackers. “Might help settle your stomach.”

Why on earth would the guy care if he was going to kill him? That made no sense.

“Did you poison them somehow?” Andrew didn’t trust the guy, and he damn sure wasn’t eating anything Chainsaw gave him.

“Eat them or don’t. I don’t give a shit.” He walked back out of the room.

Andrew looked down at the crackers then tossed them onto the couch. He wasn’t sure why Chainsaw had given them to him in the first place, but he wasn’t going to think too hard on it.

No way Chainsaw had grown a conscience.

Too bad he hadn’t been kidnapped with his phone on him. Andrew looked around, but he didn’t see a landline anywhere. He was stuck until either Eleazar found him. If Chainsaw didn’t succeed in killing him first.

Andrew wasn’t ready to die. He was going to find a way out of this. He crept toward the next room, unsure what he would find but holding his breath as his heart thundered. It was a dining room with two exits. One in front of him that looked like it led to a kitchen and another that appeared to take you farther into the house.

That was the way he needed to go because he could hear someone moving around in the kitchen. As quietly as he could, Andrew slipped past the table, skirted around a pile of stuff, and eased into the hallway, his stomach revolting against the smell of whatever the guy was cooking.

Andrew opened the first door to find a bathroom.

The second door led to an empty room.

The third was a bedroom, most likely Chainsaw’s. But the more Andrew thought about it, the more he thought that this couldn’t be the guy’s house. Eleazar’s men would have found him if Chainsaw had simply gone home. This had to be someone else’s home, maybe a club member or someone no one knew about.

As Andrew looked around, he saw a bed in one corner, one dresser in another, and the drapes were pulled. He didn’t dare turn on the lights as he moved inside the room and closed the door behind him.

He hurried toward the window and yanked the drapes open. When he inspected the window, Andrew didn’t see any alarms attached to it. He nearly cried out in relief that he could escape and was reaching for the latch when he heard a moan.

The sound made Andrew freeze. He slowly turned and glanced toward the bed. There was a covered lump on it. Slowly, Andrew moved toward the bed then eased the cover back. His heart nearly gave out when he saw Zach lying there.

“Zach,” Andrew whispered. “Come on, Zach. You have to wake up.”

His friend cracked his eyes open, but he didn’t look at Andrew. He just slung an arm out then held it up. Andrew frowned. What was wrong with the guy? “Zach?”

“I won’t fight you,” Zach groaned. “Just get it over with and leave me the hell alone.”

That was when Andrew noticed tiny red spots near the crease in his friend’s elbow. Horror filled Andrew as he realized what Chainsaw had been doing to Zach.

Drugging him. Chainsaw hadn’t needed to tie Zach up. He hadn’t needed to use threats of bodily harm if Zach tried to escape. The monster had shot Andrew’s friend up with drugs.

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