“How do you know that? Can you see our phones on your laptop?” I know that we’re track incoming and outgoing calls, but I didn’t know he could tell who it is so quickly. Gunner looks over at me again with a grin on his face.
“No, I saw the name on his phone when he pulled it out of his pocket.”
“You’re a real snoop,” I tease just as King approaches.
“Blue is on his way back. Should be here for the meeting,” he reveals.
“About damn time,” I mutter. We have all missed him. This time, he has been away longer than usual, and I can tell that King was getting impatient. As the Alpha, King does not appreciate when he isn’t aware of where we are at all times. He wants to make sure that we are always safe. That’s why he suggested the cameras outside Dakota’s work, as she is now part of our pack.
“Blue needs to find his mate so he can calm the fuck down,” King says as he looks over my shoulder towards where his office is just as I sense Dakota behind me. Turning, I see her walking out of the office. She stops and looks around until her eyes meet mine, and then she smiles. There is a happiness to her smile that wasn’t there before, and I’m elated that I’m responsible for putting it there.
“All done?” I ask.
“Thank you. It has calmed my worries. They were relieved to hear from me, as they didn’t know where I was.”
“Well then, let’s get on the road and you can tell me all about it while we ride,” I state as I walk towards her, placing my arm around her shoulders as I lean down and kiss her sweet lips.
“Hey, hold up, let me just log off,” Gunner calls.
“Catch up,” I call back.
“No problem, will be like trying to catch my grandma,” he mutters.
“You don’t have one,” I shoot back as we walk out of the room.
“Is Gunner coming with?” Dakota asks as she looks back over her shoulder.
“Yep, he wants to learn how it’s done,” I state as I hear Gunner approaching.
“What is done?” she asks.
“How to keep a woman happy,” I quip, which has Dakota grinning and Gunner grunting.
“You wish you had my technique,” Gunner mutters as he joins us.
“Is that what you call it? I would say fumblings.”
“You’re just jealous because all the women I’ve been with leave with a big smile on their face.”
“That’s their coping mechanism to keep their tears at bay of how disappointed they are at choosing the wrong brother.” Suddenly, Dakota bursts out laughing a musical sound that warms my insides.
“You are just like little boys,” she says with a big smile on her face.
“Shh, don’t tell anyone,” I tease as we enter the garage just as we hear a bike roaring up to the entrance. The smell of blood is the first thing that assaults my senses. “Shit.” I know this will mean trouble.
“King!” Gunner roars as we see Fang pulling up, his complexion pale as he hangs on to his handlebars.
“Stay here,” I state as Gunner and I race outside to hold up the bike before it falls with Fang on it. He is wearing a black T-shirt, making it more difficult to see the blood, but the left side of his jeans is soaked from the wound he has acquired.
“What the fuck, Fang?” I mutter as I hear approaching feet and know that King is hurrying towards us.
“Don’t you fucking pass out, hold on,” Gunner states as he helps him off the bike as I throw down the footrest and then follow King and Gunner on each side of Fang into the house.
“We’re going to need clean water,” Dakota says as she disappears back into the house.
When Fang is finally lying on his bed, King takes hold of the collar of his T-shirt and tears it down the middle. As the T-shirt parts, it is clear to see that his wound was acquired by a bullet. “Who the fuck shot you?”
“Ha . . .”—Fang takes in a breath—“des,” he finishes as he passes out. I can hear Gunner on the phone with the doctor. Dakota walks in with a basin full of water and dish cloths, a determined look on her face.