When He's An Alpha (The Olympus Pride #2) - Suzanne Wright Page 0,50

met her gaze—a gaze that had held a hint of sadness ever since she exited her complex earlier, which he didn’t understand but fully intended to question her about later. “She is,” Tate replied.

“Would I be right in assuming that you are Tate?” asked Gideon.

“You would.”

“Excellent. I’ve never met a pallas cat, but I’ve heard plenty about your kind. I’ve also heard plenty about you—all good things, by the way. You might be feared, but you’re also highly respected.”

“Is that a fact?”

“Yes, it is. I’d like to offer my apologies to you. If I had known Miss Ramos was under your protection, I would not have sent people to acquire her.”

Tate ground his teeth. “No, you’d have sent them to acquire another loner for you to auction off like they’re fucking collector’s items instead of living beings.”

“It is merely business.”

“It’s fucking sick.”

“There are plenty of people who would disagree with you. People will buy shifters for any number of reasons—to keep in their private zoos, to hunt and kill, to use for their personal pleasure, to run various experiments on.”

Standing in the doorway of the bathroom, Tate poked his head out to keep an eye trained on the front door. “And none of that bothers you?”

“As I said, it is merely business. What my clients wish to do with whatever assets they purchase doesn’t concern me.”

“Assets?” Tate felt his nostrils flare. “They’re people, not assets. I suppose you prey on loners because they’re mostly unprotected. Well, it was pretty careless of you to have assumed your latest target was unprotected. You knew Havana’s address, but you didn’t think to check who owned her building. You made a mistake there, and you made the kind of enemies you absolutely do not fucking want.” Pallas cats always made bad enemies, especially if you messed with someone who had value to them. And Havana, well, she meant something to both Tate and his cat.

“Yes, it was a mistake. One I have apologized for. I meant no insult to you. And if you and the other people who are hunting me agree to back off, I will not make any moves against you. Havana Ramos will be left alone, as will anyone else under your protection. Everyone can go back to their lives.”

“And if we don’t back off?” Because they absolutely wouldn’t.

“You will force me to take any measures necessary to stop you. I won’t make this offer again. If I were you, I would accept it. You have no way of locating me. You could try to trace this call, of course, but any time you spend investigating me will be wasted.”

“Yeah? Then why are you so worried that we’re working to locate you?” Tate challenged.

“I am not worried. I am merely … inconvenienced by how much lone shifters are now on their guard.”

Tate snickered. “I don’t believe you, York. I think you know it’s only a matter of time before we find you. And I think you know just how bad you’ll suffer once we do. We pallas cats like our vengeance. Your friend Rupert, yeah, he died hard. You’ll die harder.”

For a long moment, Gideon said nothing. “I take it we don’t have an agreement. That is a shame. Especially for Miss Ramos.” The line went dead.

“Well,” began Havana, “we know now that Gideon really is alive.”

“I don’t think he expected us to associate him with—” Tate swore as bullets peppered the front of the building. He moved fast, sliding fully into the bathroom for cover, as windows smashed and the wooden front door splintered. Then there was the screech of tires.

Tate cursed again and rushed out of the building just in time to see a dark blue car disappear around a curve in the road. Hearing footsteps, he turned just as Luke and Farrell came running into view. “You both okay?” he asked.

Luke gave a curt nod. “Don’t know where that car came from, but it wasn’t around when we checked this side of the motel before.”

“The driver must have parked somewhere close but out of sight,” said Farrell.

Tate glanced back at the others, checking they were all fine, relieved when he saw no one—especially his father and Havana—was injured.

“Did anyone get the license plate number of the car?” asked Alex.

Everyone shook their heads.

Tate hissed. “That motherfucker led us here so he could make us an offer and let us see what happened to people like Sinclair who landed on his shit list. My contact specified that the tip was