Unexpected Demands by Kaje Harper

Author:Kaje Harper [Harper, Kaje]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
ISBN: 9781608205882
Google: a-ubuAAACAAJ
Amazon: 1608205886
Publisher: MLR Press
Published: 2012-03-20T00:00:00+00:00

chAPteR 9

The pain hit me between the eyes. Intense throbbing bore

into my head and cheek. It was sharp enough to momentarily

blur the view I had of silent moonlit snow in Simon’s front yard.

At the same moment I heard Paul yell, “Aaron!”

“Yeah, got it.” The link to Simon was still weak, but now

there was plenty of anger and pain to turn it into a clearer thread.

“That way,” Paul said, pointing south.

“Let’s move.” Around me, Mark, Richard, and Zach got up

out of their seats and started pulling on coats and boots. Paul

struggled with a sleeve, trying to do three things at once.

“Easy,” I said, giving his collar a yank to straighten him out.

“Stay cool. We’ve got him now.”

“He’s hurt!”

“No surprise.” I took his medical bag from him and shoved

gloves into his hands. “If it means we can find him, it’s good.

Come on.”

My Hummer was biggest, and we piled in, with Paul beside

me, the others arranged in back. It was several hours short

of daybreak, and the roads were icy, but the air held a hint of

warming to come. The moon was almost bright enough to drive

by, full and yellow near the horizon.

We headed south and slightly east, following the pull of the

bond to Simon. Along that slender contact, emotions rose and

ebbed. Several times there was a sharp surge of pain, and I had

to narrow my Alpha bond down to be able to drive. Beside me,

Paul reacted with a silent wince, but pointed the course without

hesitation.

We headed southeast toward Minneapolis, moving swiftly.

At that hour on a Saturday morning, driving was easy. Sensor-

controlled lights turned green at our approach, speeding our way

through deserted intersections. We crossed into the city.

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Minneapolis was not the town that never sleeps. Buildings

were dark, and streets devoid of cars. Once a police car

approached and I moderated my speed for the blocks it paced us,

until it turned off on a side road. Then we passed a sign that said,

“Welcome to Richfield.”

“Fuck,” I said succinctly. At the first parking lot I pulled over.

“What?” Paul demanded. “Aaron, why are you stopping?”

I exchanged glances with Mark in the rearview mirror. “South

Pack territory.”

“So what? They’ll never know.”

“Maybe. If I knew for sure it was just a matter of finding

Simon and grabbing him back I might chance it. But we have no

idea what it’s going to take to get Simon out safely. I don’t want to

end up in a fight with the South Pack on top of the rest.”

“Surely they’d understand!” Paul insisted.

“Maybe.” I pulled out my phone and dialed from my contacts

list.

“Who is it?” a grumpy voice responded. I glanced at my watch.

Three AM on a Saturday; no wonder he didn’t sound happy.

“It’s Aaron from West. Is Hanson there?”

“I can pass a message,” the voice returned, more alertly.

“Tell John Hanson that I am at the corner of Lyndale and

Sixty-third. Tell him one of my men is in trouble, and I’m asking

permission to continue on south to find him.”

“Hold on,” the man said. “I’ll call you back.”

I closed my phone and let the engine idle. After a few minutes

my cell rang.

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