Brock's Punishment(11)

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Brock’s cell phone started ringing. Grabbing it off the desk, he touched the answer button.

“Hello?” Brock answered as he packed up his bag.

His shift was over at the Silver Bullet and he was getting ready to head home. He was waiting for the next shift to check in so that he could get the heck out of dodge. It was time for a break. He wanted to shift and run around the property.

“Brock,” Josh, Gideon’s human mate, whispered frantically into the phone.

“What?” Brock asked on full alert. “What happened?” He started rushing around, throwing everything into his bag,

“Don’t come home. That’s an order from Gideon. Do you understand? Stay at the club.”

“Why? What the hell is going on?” He immediately stopped dead in his tracks, confused.

“FPA,” he said before hanging up the phone.

It took a minute to register what Josh said. He held the phone to his ear long after the man hung up trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do. He didn’t drop his arm until it felt too heavy to hold up. When he did finally put his arm down, his cell phone fell to the floor.

The FPA was on to him.

Agents were at the pack house right now, which meant it was only a matter of time. Gideon and his other pack members were only holding the agents back temporarily. They wouldn’t leave until someone was in custody. This was it. This was the end, his end. Swallowing hard, Brock fell back onto the bed. Pushing a hand through his short hair, moisture filled his eyes.

He didn’t think he’d be caught. He hadn’t planned on saying good bye to his friends. And worse of all, he’d never know the love of a mate.

The reality of the situation crashed around him, his whole life crumbling at his feet. There were two options. He could sit at the Silver Bullet and wait for the inevitable or he could go to The Castle and face the consequences head on.

“I made the decision to kill Paul. I made the decision to protect Tucker and Sloan so that they wouldn’t have to look over their shoulders for the rest of their lives.” Taking a deep breath, he exhaled loudly and stood up.

Over the last few days, he hadn’t been able to get the picture of Paul’s broken body out of his mind. It haunted him, making it impossible to eat and sleep. Even if the kill had been justified in some way, the guilt was being too much.

Brock truly believed that he deserved the retribution he was about to face.

Grabbing his bag, Brock held it in a loose grip. He picked up his cell phone and slid it into his pocket before leaving the apartment. Closing the door, Brock headed down the hair and took one stair at a time into the club. When he reached the bottom, he took a minute to look around, memorizing the Silver Bullet. The club had been a second home to him for years.

He would miss the place and all the people—employees, friends, and patrons.

Slowly moving through the crowd, he shuffled his feet against the cement floor. He breathed in the club—sweat, sex, men—and smiled to himself. When he reached the front door, Michael Moriarty was once again standing guard.

“Are you heading home?” he asked with a grin.

“Yup.” Brock nodded. He wanted to say more, but refrained. There was no need for good-bye.

“Have a good night.”

“I’ll try.”





Chapter 6




Shaw knew there were more pack members. Someone was missing. The guilty party wasn’t inside The Castle.

“Alpha, let’s stop playing games. I know the wolf that killed Paul Darren is a member of your pack. I can respect the fact that you want to protect him, but keeping him away from me is only going to make the situation worse.”

The office door opened and the man in question strode into the Alpha’s office. Shaw knew who he was instantly.

The scent made his mouth water, the same pine from the victim’s dead body with a soft vanilla and cinnamon undertone. The scent had been familiar to him, but he’d been unable to place why until now. He wanted to shout out with glee, but he masked his scent and kept his body language strictly professional.

Turning around slowly, he made eye contact with the wolf. Shaw kept his face carefully blank and expressionless while his wolf came awake and growled in approval.

The man had light-brown hair with a military cut, high and tight. His face was unshaven and Shaw’s fingers itched to reach out and rub his palms down the man’s cheeks. The one feature that grasped Shaw’s attention and held it was his bright blue eyes. It was a blue Shaw had never seen before. His lips were full and kissable, and he had a little dimple in his chin.

You’re so beautiful.

Unfortunately, Shaw wasn’t inside Gideon’s office to get to know the wolf before him, even though the man was his mate. Nope, Shaw was in charge of the man’s punishment. He didn’t know why his mate had killed a human, but he knew the wolf did it. Shaw needed a plan and he hoped that Brock would follow his lead without revealing anything to the other men in the room.