Primal Vengeance (Primal Howlers MC Book 6) by Piper Davenport

Author:Piper Davenport [Davenport, Piper]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-23T18:30:00+00:00

Scooby

I sat in the dark for almost two hours before Stanley Morter entered his previously safe and secure home, seated in what felt like an expensive chair located in the corner of his bedroom. This room, like the house itself, was way too large for just one person but Stanley was clearly the kind of guy who liked to flaunt his wealth. He was also the kind of guy who’d kill to amass more.

True to her word, Sierra helped me override Stanley’s security system within seconds. She then hacked the front door keypad, giving me access to the home without leaving any signs of a break in. For my plan to work, I had to be a ghost. I’d made sure to cover every track I lay and left my boots hidden outside. I wore gloves and a wool beanie and avoided making contact with anything I didn’t have to. I would leave no trace. “What the fuck? Why is this off?” I heard Stanley Morter grumble from downstairs as he furiously punched at the keys on the alarm’s control panel. “I pay out the ass every month for this god dammed security system, and this is what I get for my money?”

I froze momentarily, fearing Morter might have someone with him, but after a few moments, it was clear he was talking to himself out loud. I didn’t need any unexpected guests arriving to this little private party. The plans I had were for Stanley Morter and Stanley Morter alone.

“This is all I fucking need,” he groaned as he walked up the stairs, clearly agitated by more than the disabled alarm. “And why the hell hasn’t Barnes called me yet?”

Stanley reached his bedroom and hit the light switch on his wall.

“Sorry, Stan, but Gary Barnes won’t be joining us tonight,” I said just as the lights came up. Revealing me, along with the silver, pearl-handled Colt .45 I was pointing straight at him.

“Holy shit. You scared me! W—what are y—you doing in m—my bedroom?” Stanley stammered.

“You didn’t listen very well during our phone conversation, so I thought maybe I’d have better luck communicating with you if we spoke in person,” I replied.

Stanley’s eyes darted to the alarm panel on his bedroom wall.

“It’s all been disabled. No panic buttons to push, no safe room to hide in. If you reach for your phone or a weapon, I’ll shoot you. If you call out for help, I will cut out your tongue and then shoot you. Do you understand?”

Stanley nodded.

“Good. Now, I’d like you to sit down and join me for a drink,” I said, pointing to the bottle of the Balvine fifty-year old which sat on the nightstand between the chair and the bed. “I hope you don’t mind. I found this downstairs and thought we’d crack it open for this special occasion.”

“What do you want from me? M—money?”

“You know something, Stan. Even if I didn’t know anything about you, I’d know you came from money. You wanna know how I’d know?”

“Sh—sure,” Stanley said, visibly shaking as I kept my gun on him.

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