“You don’t think I should do this?”
“I think you should do whatever you need to do. Just remember to come home to me, okay? To us.”
Dex smiled at him and cupped his cheek. “Thank you.” Knowing Sloane would be there when this was done gave Dex the strength he needed. “Do you think I can leave you two out here without you trying to kill each other?” Dex asked, motioning to Wolf.
“I’ll behave,” Sloane promised.
Dex arched an eyebrow at Wolf, who released a long-suffering sigh.
“Fine. I’ll not goad your sensitive boyfriend.”
Well, it was something. He’d take it. With that settled, Dex breathed in deep and took hold of the handle to the interrogation room door. It was time to get some answers.
“Dex,” Sloane called out, and Dex turned his face, his heart squeezing in his chest at Sloane’s nod of encouragement. “Whatever it takes.”
He could do this. He would do this.
CHAPTER 8
IT WAS now or never.
Dex entered the room and closed the door behind him. The room was twenty-by-twenty, with exposed cinderblock walls, a concrete floor that had seen better days, a steel table bolted to the floor, and a metal chair, presently occupied by a tiger Therian whose face was a testament to what happened when you tranqed a Therian’s mate in front of him.
“Are you kidding me? This is who they send?”
Dex stood in front of the table, his hands clasped behind his back to keep him from reaching out and beating the ever-loving fuck out of the guy. “I’m Agent Dexter Daley.”
“I know who you are, half-breed.”
“Now, that’s not very nice,” Dex said with a pout. “I’m going to be honest with you…. What should I call you?”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m going to call you Whiskers. Now, Whiskers, I’m feeling a little fragile at the moment, as you can imagine.” Dex walked over to sit on the edge of the table next to the guy. “I mean, your organization tried to kidnap my friend, you and your friends shot at my fiancé, and then you guys kidnapped my father. Did I mention the part where your bosses had my parents killed? Then they contracted a killer to torture me and kill me. I’m not going to lie to you, it’s been rough.”
“Boo-hoo. Why don’t you go home and cry to Daddy? Oh, wait.” The guy laughed, and Dex joined in the laughter.
“Oh shit! You’re a funny guy, you know that?” Dex wagged a finger at him. “I didn’t know you Makhai guys had a sense of humor. Why don’t I go home and cry to Daddy? Right. Because you kidnapped my dad, so he’s not there for me to cry to.” Dex wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “Funny shit.” Dex slammed the guy’s head down against the table, blood splattering across the surface before his head bounced back.
“You fuck!” He spat out a mouthful of blood and saliva.
Dex sucked in a sharp breath. “Ooh, that’s gotta hurt. Where were we? Right. My daddy issues.”
“You’re just going to have to kill me, because I ain’t saying shit.”
“Everyone’s got a breaking point. Why don’t we find yours?”
Whiskers laughed. “You think you’re gonna make me talk?”
Dex shook his head. “Nope.” He walked over to the door and pounded on it. “But I betcha he is.” The door opened, and Dex took satisfaction in the look of “oh fuck” that crossed the guy’s face when Wolf walked in. The guy’s eyes were so wide, they looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
“What the fuck is he doing here?”
“You can’t just try to kidnap someone’s family and not have to answer to them.” Dex turned to Wolf. “Wolf, may I introduce you to Whiskers?”
Wolf arched an eyebrow at him. “Well, that’s an unfortunate name for a tiger Therian.” Wolf turned a sympathetic gaze on their friend. “I’m so sorry your parents hated you.”
“That’s not my name, asshole.”