A Lion's Mate (A Lion's Pride Book 13) by Eve Langlais

Author:Eve Langlais [Langlais, Eve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: New York Times Bestselling Author
Published: 2021-09-13T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

She said, “I need,” and Zach bought her the most impractical shoes ever. A few reasons for that, the top-most being that he couldn’t say no to those big eyes.

Damnit.

It didn’t help that the heels looked damned good on her feet. Strangest thing, though? She could actually walk in them. She strutted as they headed back for the house, each of them carrying a bag in one hand, the others linked. He could argue that it was so he didn’t lose her, but the truth was, he kind of enjoyed it—which he didn’t care to analyze. Probably fatigue and residual effects of the drugs. He’d decided to give them the rest of today to fuel up and rest before they took off. He needed to be alert while on the road.

Only it didn’t look like he’d get his nap.

As they neared his dad’s place, he saw the car parked across the end of the driveway, blocking the Impala—which his dad had pulled out of the garage and freed of its dust wrap. Dad babied the Monica.

“Something is wrong,” he said, driving past without slowing down.

She craned to look behind them. “Joe.” With one word, she pinpointed his worry.

“Yeah. Joe.” He sighed as he parked the car at the corner. “Stay here?” It came out as a question because he already had a feeling he knew her reply.

She grinned and shook her head. “I can help.”

She possibly could. Or she could get shot or taken, and he’d be in trouble. But what about his dad?

“We’re just going to check things out. Maybe it’s not as bad as we think.” The question being: Go in on the sly, or boldly?

“Joe’s in danger.” And, apparently, that was a big deal to her. She bolted for the door, slamming it open and yelling, “Joe!”

He could go in behind her, or… He ran down the side of the house, vaulted the chain-link fence, and landed within a step of the side door. So old that even when locked, a hard yank would open it.

Except for today. A second too late, he noticed the gleam of new metal.

Dad had changed it?

The new lock clicked, and the door opened, the muzzle of a gun aimed at his face. The guy holding it had pockmarked skin, his hair cut military-short. “Get inside. We have some questions for you and the woman.”

Questions? Sounded better than dying now.

He followed, but upon entering the kitchen, a nasally voice demanded, “Check him for weapons.”

A human, notable for his peach fuzz growing in patches, ran his hands over Zach’s body. While that happened, Zach took in the situation. Dad sat in a kitchen chair, a gun held to the back of his head, swelling making his left eye shut. His nose showed signs of earlier bleeding.

Fuckers.

His dad had fought. Zach saw the scuff marks on all of the home invaders’ bodies. Pockmark, Fuzz, plus two more henchmen he mentally nicknamed Bandanna, and the Fonz.

Fluffs stood by the hall entrance, arms held high given the guy holding a gun on her.

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