said they needed to squeeze as much information out of him as possible before he was dealt with. Alejandro had to reel in his beast and take a step back, to look at this situation objectively, even if every fiber of his being wanted to gut the bastard.
“You give me your word I can walk out of here?” Robert asked.
The guy had come there with the intent of killing wolves. That would have been the only order Rico would have given. Hell no he wasn’t walking out of there intact.
“It depends on what information you have,” Ben said.
The alpha was talking smoothly and had even thrown in a charming smile. Alejandro wanted to wrap his hands around Robert’s throat and choke the shit out of him for coming here with the intent to kill pack members.
Robert looked between them, and then his gaze swung to the door.
Ben gave a charming, relaxed chuckle. “You could try, but I can guarantee you won’t make it out of this house alive. Now tell me what I want to hear, or I’ll let Alejandro finish what he started.”
“Alejandro?” Robert whipped his head around. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard your name mentioned when Gambino…I mean, Rico, was talking with Mook. They didn’t know I heard them, but I was listening.”
“And what were you listening to?” Alejandro asked, though his voice wasn’t as smooth and steady as Ben’s.
“It was Mook who started the fire,” Robert said. “I was totally against that. If you want to pay me for revenge, that’s one thing. But this is a big house, and I assume more than one person lives here, so I wasn’t onboard with burning it down and killing innocent people.”
“How noble of you,” Alejandro growled.
“It was!” Robert licked his lips as his gaze continually swung around the room. “I know what Rico’s next plan is.”
“And what is it?” Ben asked.
“I gotta get some kind of guarantee,” Robert whined.
Alejandro stormed across the room and pulled Robert by his shirtfront, bringing them nearly nose to nose. “Here’s my guarantee. Tell me what I want to know, or you’ll be taken out of here in a body bag.”
Robert’s face fell as his shoulders sagged. “I have a feeling that’s going to happen anyway. I really didn’t shoot that guy.”
Alejandro used his breathing technique to keep his cool. “So what’s the plan?”
“I don’t know when,” Robert said. “They never spoke about that. I just heard Rico and Mook talking about explosives, and then I heard Rico on the phone. I don’t know who he was talking to, but he wants to pick off any survivors one at a time.”
Alejandro cursed. Explosives? What the hell was wrong with Rico? Was he that broken, that twisted that he would kill everyone he’d ever known?
Ben looked at Alejandro for a second before he went to the phone on his desk and picked it up.
“See, I was valuable,” Robert said. “I should be able to walk out of here.”
Alejandro snarled. “My mate is currently getting a bullet removed from him, and there is no telling what kind of damage has been done.”
“But I didn’t shoot him!” Robert said. “I had no idea Rico planned on doing that.”
“Sheriff Greeley is on his way,” Ben said after he hung up. “He can take Robert into custody.”
Robert looked relieved that he wouldn’t be killed. Alejandro relented. But if it had been Robert who’d taken the shot, he would already be dead on the floor.
“Mitch is also calling some friends of his. From what he told me, his friends used to work for bomb disposal. They’re going to do a sweep of the house.”
“You got him?” Alejandro asked.
“Yeah, I got him. Go check on Shane.”
Alejandro didn’t have to be told twice. He walked from the room, heading straight for the clinic.
The following morning Mitch’s friends showed up and did a sweep of the house, declaring it bomb free.
Which meant Rico hadn’t implemented his plan yet, and Alejandro planned on stopping his brother before he had a chance to blow up the mansion.
Chapter Ten
The sound of a rainstorm woke Shane. He looked around the dark room and remembered where he was. That still happened sometimes. Forgetting that he now lived with Alejandro and wasn’t back at his lonely apartment.
It had been a week since he’d been shot. Shane rotated his arm, swallowing a hiss. The pain wasn’t as bad as when he’d first been shot, but the wound still hurt like hell.
Jonas had given him pain pills, but Shane didn’t like