“Snooke knows where we might be able to find Marino.” Kane walked around the large penthouse living room, going behind the bar and fixing himself a drink. Snooke stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do.
“You can have a seat, Snooke.” Panahasi waved him over to a sofa. To Snooke’s surprise, Kane brought the drink to him. He felt trapped in a room with two large predators staring at him as if he were their next meal. Snooke gulped the drink down, regretting it as soon as it hit his stomach and burned like crazy.
“Easy.” Kane took the glass from him and set it on the bar. “You can’t drink hard liquor like that.”
Snooke’s eyes darted to the door and then back at Kane. He was working himself up, and he knew it. He rolled his shoulders, ready to take what he had coming.
“Sit down.” Panahasi shook his head at Snooke. “You’re safe. I’m sure your mate handled the situation with you.”
Kane had, making Snooke feel like shit. He knew that wasn’t the warriors intention, but it didn’t make Snooke feel any better. He moved over to the sofa slowly. He wasn’t going to make any sudden moves with these two watching him. Snooke lowered to the couch with precise movements, watching the two large demons the whole time.
“So where does your uncle like to disappear to?” Panahasi asked as he took a seat at the bar.
“Chicago.” Snooke told them the location of the home Marino owned. “He has neighbors watching, so be discrete.”
“We’re discrete.” Kane chuckled while rubbing his jaw. “He’ll never know we’re coming.”
“I can show you a back way in,” Snooke offered as he sat back, wishing Kane was sitting next to him instead of on the other side of the sofa.
“No. I don’t want you in any danger. We can handle it.” Kane leaned forward, placing his arms on his knees as his hands dangled between his legs.
In other words, they didn’t trust him. Snooke had that coming, but it still hurt like hell. He glanced over at Kane, a longing in him to be near his mate. But what right did he have to anything at this point? He was a traitor who almost sold them out. He should be lucky Kane still wanted to be bothered with him. “I understand,” Snooke said dejectedly. “I’m gonna go back downstairs and find Dillon.”
Snooke rose from the couch and hurried to the door. He wished things would have been different when he met his mate instead of the lies and secrets.
Snooke contemplated walking out of the apartment building, leaving all this behind so Kane wouldn’t have to live with a shameful mate. It twisted his gut to think that the other warriors would find out what he had done and possibly shun Kane for Snooke’s crimes.
He turned to walk toward the exit when he ran into a hard, muscular chest. “Going somewhere?” Kane asked as he backed Snooke to the apartment door. “Where were you going, Snooke?”
Snooke turned his head, his knees growing weak, as the massive body pressed his into the door, making his head spin. “I asked where you were going,” Kane purred into his ear.
“Away. I don’t deserve you.”
Kane’s chuckle was low, tickling his ear. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of who I deserve to be with.” His fingers traced over the side of Snooke’s jaw, leading down to his neck. Kane’s eyes hooded, his lips pulling back in a smile. “Fate gave you to me so I can help you straighten your life out. Walk the straight and narrow.”
“How about the gay and narrow.” Snooke smiled up at Kane.
“Sounds even better.” Kane swooped down and covered Snooke’s lips with his. It was a heated kiss, conveying to Snooke what Kane wanted.
“You two still at it again? I need some sleep, so go get a hotel,” Dillon griped as he entered the apartment and closed the door on them.
“I thought that attribute to him was charming.” Kane looked at the door. “Now it’s irritating.”
“He’ll grow on you.” Snooke opened, allowing Kane to explore his mouth with his tongue.
Kane opened the door, lifting Snooke into his arms as he kicked the door closed, heading straight toward the bedroom.
* * * *
Snooke packed quickly as Kane, Hondo, and Rainerio stood watch in his bedroom. He wasn’t sorry to leave his apartment behind. It had been a place to hide from his uncle when things got bad, but it was never truly a home.
The place was void of anything personal. He refused to hold onto anything, afraid this place would be found and it would be discovered that Snooke lived here. Well, it seemed his worries were valid. His place had been breached, and his uncle now knew about it.