The most interesting thing about being disabled was that people often thought you weren’t a threat. Deke couldn’t count the number of times he’d been in a meeting and people equated his physical limitations with mental ones. They often talked freely in front of him, and when Deke let them know he was well aware of what was going on, they’d blanch and sputter apologies. Deke might be disabled, but he was far from helpless. He dragged himself closer to the door, then reached for the handle. As soon as he got it open, he’d shift to his wolf and bolt. He might not be as fast as some wolves, but he could hold his own.
The door swung open, barely missing Deke. He’d been so intent on getting out of the room he hadn’t even heard someone approaching, though the smell should have hit him long before now. The man who stood before him was disheveled. His longish brown hair was limp and greasy, and his eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot.
“You know, I have to say, when Kel told me you were a cripple, I was surprised.” He entered the room, and Deke scrambled back as far as he could. The man set off all kinds of bad vibes. “I can’t imagine with his survival of the fittest spiel, Ryker would have allowed you to live, but then again, you are a great fuck. Best I ever had.”
That veil of red slid over Deke’s eyes once more. This man was one of the people who’d abused Quinn?
“You probably have had so many, you don’t remember me. When Ryker told me he had a surprise for me, I thought it was going to be the girl. She’s a cute little thing, and I bet she would have been tight. Ryker had Kristopher take me to a room that was pitch-black. It was so dark, even I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. Kristopher directed me to strip, so I did. Then he took my hand and put it on your ass. Now, I’m not big on anal. Or at least I wasn’t until I met you, but you were fucking hot as hell. After I nutted for the second time, Kristopher asked if I wanted to spit roast you. Never done that before, so I said sure. He had me take your mouth while he plowed your ass, using my cum as lube.”
Deke’s stomach churned. He vowed to kill this man for daring to lay a hand on Quinn.
“Man, those were fucking hot times. I hadn’t thought of fucking a man, but once I had you, I couldn’t think of anything else. I offered to buy you from Ryker, but he refused. Said your ass was too valuable to give up. It was why he kept the room dark and had incense burning. I could understand it the first time, but he kept doing it. I figured he was afraid I’d sneak in and steal you away. I can’t say I blame him, either. At least Ryker let me use you as a reward for helping him get your brother back for him.” He scoffed. “Then the idiot had to go piss off Blackthorn, and look what that got him.” He moved closer. “You know, I had so much fun with you on my visits, I’d like to give it another ride right now.”
Son of a bitch, they were going to rape him. Dread exploded through Deke. Is this how it felt for Quinn? Knowing he was helpless to stop what they were going to do to him? Always being afraid because he never knew what was going to happen to him at any given moment?
The man reached for Deke but then pulled back. “Sadly, I can’t.” He knelt down so he was eye level with Deke. “See, here’s what’s going to happen. Your Alpha is causing me no end of problems. He ran me out of town, took my plane as his own, and put my pissant brother in charge of the pack that rightfully belongs to me. So what I’m going to do is propose a trade.”
So this bastard was the former Chicago Alpha, Klein. Deke had thought it might be him. “You’re going to give him me in exchange for leaving you alone,” Deke said.
He patted Deke’s cheek. Just that simple touch made Deke’s skin crawl. “Close, but not quite. See, I know that if I gave you to him, he’d come after me with