Adam (The Protectors #5)(29)



“A nightmare,” was all she said as her eyes lowered to meet Jill’s.

Chapter 11

Adam stood inside the main hallway trying not to think of Angelina or kill the bastard sitting handcuffed next to two other human-trafficking bastards two feet away from him.

Jared walked up next to him and sighed. “You got that killing urge yet?” he said loud enough for the three men to hear.

“Yep.” His eyes never left the bastard Robert.

“It’s pretty strong, isn’t it?” Jared crossed his arms and looked at the three men who were trying to look anywhere other than at him. “I mean look at those three loser *s. Oh, they’re bad asses with women, but when it comes to men, well, they’re just pussies.”

Adam growled his agreement.

“You know back in the day, we didn’t handcuff them or sit them on a nice comfy couch.” Jared looked over at Adam. “No, we didn’t. We pretty much just took care of them, depending on their crime.”

Knowing what Jared was doing, Adam went along. “So let’s say it’s back in the day. What would happen to these *s?”

Two uniformed cops stood close, listening with grins.

Jared had a grin of his own; except his grin flashed sharp fangs, which he let grow on purpose. “Rape against a woman is a slow death. First, we beat the shit out of them, and then we take anything dull and cut their dicks off, shove it down their throats and let them bleed out. Of course, the first guy doesn’t know what the hell is going to happen, but the other two, well, they get to watch and know what their punishment is going to be.”

“So that’s it?” Adam frowned, even though hearing about cutting a dick off with a dull instrument made him shift uncomfortably.

“Damn, man.” One of the uniformed officers grimaced. “Isn’t that enough?”

“No,” Adam growled, glaring at Robert.

“Good thing for you guys it’s not back in the day.” The other officer snorted, looking at the three men.

“Yeah, now we just take them back to our compound and do it all human like and legal, before shipping them off to prison.” Jared walked closer to the men, and with a sinister grin, he leaned down and looked at each one of them, making sure they saw his fangs as he sneered, his eyes going black in an instant as he lowered his voice. “Just so you know, you pieces of shit, once you get to the compound, it’s going to be back in the day, you got me?”

Robert cringed back, the man in the middle began to whimper in fear and the third on the end pissed his pants. Jared straightened up with a huge smile when he heard the officers cursing. “Dammit, Kincaid, I lose more damn money to you.”

“I can make them piss themselves every time.” Jared took the money from each officer before walking past Adam, his face turning serious. “We will make them pay, Adam. Mark my words, they will pay.” He gave him a serious nod as he walked away.

As Jared walked away, Adam looked back at Robert and wanted nothing more than to walk over and slam his fist in his face over and over again. Actually, he was surprised at the self-control he was maintaining by not doing that or running upstairs to be with Angelina, but he was waiting for further orders. He felt Jared putting him in charge of watching the bastard was a test, a test he wasn’t going to fail.

Hearing a commotion near the front door, Adam turned. The man in the paper, supposedly the new Mayor, walked in and following closely was Alice. Adam instantly didn’t like the man. He wore a tux as he stood using his authority over an officer by the door to make his way into the house. Alice was in an evening gown; it sparkled and barely covered her, and what it did cover, it was so tight she might as well have been naked. Nothing was left to the imagination in that dress.

“What are you looking at, breed?” the man asked as he stopped in front of him.

“Oh, leave him alone, Tom.” Alice put her hand on the man’s arm smiling at Adam with a familiar smile. “How are you, Adam?”

“Fine.” Adam’s eyes narrowed as Alice ran her tongue over her lips as her eyes roamed up and down Adam’s body, her eyes lingering between his legs. At that moment, he wondered how he had ever thought her beautiful. She was so ugly on the inside; it made her very unattractive on the outside.

“Who’s in charge here?” The Mayor looked away from Adam to one of the uniformed officers.

“Lana Fitzpatrick called in the distress,” the officer replied. “She was first on the scene.”

“Get her now,” Tom Ferguson, newly appointed Mayor, demanded. After the officer rushed off, Tom turned and looked at the three men handcuffed on the couch. “Who are they?”

Adam didn’t answer. He didn’t need to answer. This man, Mayor or not, was not his authority and he didn’t like the son of a bitch.

“I ask you a question, breed?” He turned with a sneer on his face.

A low growl rumbled deep in Adam’s throat, and he knew without a doubt, if someone didn’t get out there and soon, he was going to be ass deep in trouble. This guy was an *. “I only answer to my superior.” Adam calmed his voice enough to respond. “And that isn’t you.”

“No, it’s me.” Sloan walked up, stopping next to Adam. “What’s the problem?”

“I’m the Mayor,” he responded, seeming to lose his bluster as Sloan stared down at him.

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