“What else did he say?”
“Apparently this lion shifter comes to Sugar Rush when he wants a piece of pussy, but lives in the town of Sweet Water, about two hours south.”
“You expect me to believe some drunk gave you all of this information?” His father sounded pissed again.
“He was sober when I got all this shit from him, and the truth flowed out of him when we started pulling off fingernails.” There was a beat of silence, and Konstantine looked over at the wolf shifter’s body again.
“Marick was pronounced dead, has been for the last six years. What you’re saying is that my most trusted hit-man betrayed me.” There was another round of silence. “It could be a lion that resembles Marick.” But Konstantine could hear in his father’s voice that he didn’t believe it. Marick had been the best of the best, and his death, from a car bomb no less, was a little too cutesy to take out the fiercest fucking shifter Konstantine had ever met.
“The wolf didn’t catch the plate number of the truck she left in, but I know in my gut the lion played us, and has been hiding like a fucking coward this whole time. All of this shit is just too coincidental.” The wolf had been excited as fuck to answer their questions for a little monetary gain. Of course all of that had been bullshit just to have the wolf shifter cooperating. Konstantine could have let the male go after he got the information he needed, but what fun would that have been? “We’re heading to Sweet Water now, and it shouldn’t be too much work to locate his whereabouts, although I have no doubts he has changed his name.” He heard his father drum his fingers on his desk, and Konstantine knew that meant he was deep in thought.
“I’m on my way. I want to take out the lion myself. You can have Kettah.” There weren’t too many things that surprised Konstantine anymore, but hearing Viktor say he wanted to take out someone himself, well that was a pretty big fucking kick to the balls. Viktor Milokov never got his hands dirty, but Konstantine knew the history with Marick, and knew that the fucker had clearly faked his own death. The torture his father would deliver once they had the lion would be just as fun as taking out his betraying bitch of a sister.
He hung up with his father, pocketed his cell, and turned back to watch his men go to work on the human’s body. They were currently in an abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of Sugar Rush, and after they were finished getting rid of the body parts Sweet Water was on the map. Konstantine felt a rush of adrenaline course through him, and sensed his cat rise up, hungry for blood. Kettah may be his sister, but in this business blood relations were only as thick as one made them. She knew the repercussions if she was caught, and the time for payment was nearing. And the fact she apparently had found Marick made this an even more anticipated event. Konstantine didn’t believe in fate or destiny, but he did believe in luck, and this was the Milokov family’s luckiest fucking day.
It was going on one in the morning, and by the time they reached Sweet Water they would still need to locate Marick. It looked like this confrontation would need to wait until tomorrow evening, especially since his father wanted to participate in the fun. Konstantine grinned. This was going to be one hell of a fight. That was for damn sure.
Chapter Thirteen
Kettah watched Maverick through the window as he bent on his haunches and worked on a motorcycle. The white t-shirt he wore was covered in grease, as were his hands and even parts of his face, but good God, did he make it look sexy. His arms, so thick and muscular and covered in tattoo sleeves, made him look ominous and powerful, and she knew that wasn’t just a façade. Maverick was all those things and more. The jeans he wore looked like they were as old as he was, and although forty-five wasn’t really that old, compared to her twenty-one years, it was quite an age gap. But honestly, the fact he was so much older than she was an aphrodisiac all in itself. He knew how to touch her, how to make her beg him for more in a matter of seconds. She was uncomfortably wet, her arousal seeming to be a never-ending living entity inside of her whenever she was around Maverick. He refused to let her out of his sight, but it wasn’t a suffocating sensation, but more so one that comforted her. But on that thought she realized she wanted to know the little things that made up Maverick.
She wanted to know the little things, the stuff that no one else knew. What was his favorite color? Did he have a favorite food? The things that some people may not care about, but that she desperately wanted to know. She had only been in Sweet Water for a week, and although there hadn’t been any sign of her father’s men finding her, it was far too early to wash her hands of the threat.. Maverick could have easily killed her father, and the men that worked for him without any of them even sensing his presence. But he hadn’t. Why? Because he wanted to start over, and be a man instead of a killer. There was so much to Maverick, a deeper entity that he tried very hard to hide. Even when she wasn’t looking at him she sensed his stare, and the ever-present protectiveness and affection he felt for her. They were the same things she felt for him.