Duncan (The Protectors #3)(15)
Sloan ignored Sid’s smartass remark. “Shit? Shit is the only thing you can think to say?” Throwing the remote on his desk, it skidded off, hitting the floor. “Goddammit! Didn’t one of you think you should warn me about this?”
“I was a little busy.” Duncan replied, more used to Sloan’s temper than anyone else in the room.
“Oh, you were a little busy. Well, let me tell you about busy.” Sloan tossed one hand up in the air before slamming it down on his desk, rattling the one picture on the wall, his eyes blacker than midnight. “I’ve been on the f*cking phone since I’ve been back. I’ve had government officials calling me, shitting themselves thinking we are going to breed like rabbits.”
Sid snickered, opening his mouth to respond, but Damon elbowed him hard, shaking his head.
“How in the hell did the media get hold of this so fast?” Sloan asked them all, not picking one individual to ask.
“Detective Ferguson is trying to flush out Kenny Lawrence,” Duncan growled, remembering the salute the * had tossed his way.
“So he’s using Pam being pregnant as bait.” Sloan nodded, getting the point real quick. “The f*cking bastard.”
Someone knocked on the door. Sid, who was standing near, reached over and opened it. “What’s up?”
Adam walked in wearing a large frown. “Have you checked the monitors out front lately? There are reporters all over the place setting up camp.”
“Let me take care of this.” Sid slid his hand through his blonde hair.
Sloan looked around at the group with a long drawn-out sigh. “Surprisingly, you seem to be my only choice at the moment.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Jared stepped forward.
“I mean what I said.” Sloan cocked his eyebrow. “I can’t chance Damon decapitating anyone who pisses him off at the moment; my hands are full. You, being newly mated, don’t have a grasp on your emotions quite yet. And I hope to hell I don’t have to explain why I can’t send Duncan out there.”
“I’m your man.” Sid grinned, flashing fang. “I swear I’ll make you proud.”
Sloan watched him walk out the door fixing his shirt and hair, Adam following behind him. “He drives me f*cking nuts.” Everyone else nodded their heads in agreement. “Hope that wasn’t a mistake.”
“Probably the biggest you’ve ever made,” Jared snorted, shaking his head as he glanced at the television waiting to see Sid’s ugly mug pop up.
“Where’s Pam now?” Sloan dropped the subject of Sid, getting back on track.
“In my room with Tessa.” Duncan glanced at Damon. “Where’s Nicole?”
“Not sure.” Damon glanced away, his frown growing.
“You still haven’t talked to her since this afternoon.” Jared’s attitude got nasty. “What the f*ck is wrong with you?”
“Let it go, Jared.” Damon growled with a sneer.
“Why are you being such an *?” Jared snarled back.
“Fuck you.” Damon took a step forward, getting in Jared’s face. “You got your own woman to worry about, stop worrying about mine.”
“I wouldn’t have to worry if you’d step up, man.” Jared also took a step.
“Both of you back off!” Sloan’s angry voice was enough to stop them from coming to blows. “What the hell is going on? Shit is getting real, and all you guys want to do is tear each other up. I seriously don’t need my Warriors fighting like high school pussies with hard-ons.”
“My bad.” Jared nodded toward Damon who nodded back; both wore frowns still eyeing each other.
“Yeah,” Damon replied with a nod back.
Sloan rolled his eyes before looking at Duncan. “I’ve put a call in to someone who might be able to help Pam. He’s a hell of a doctor, and I’ve asked him to help us out. He is also interested in the half-breeds.”
“Good.” Duncan felt a little more relief. “Now, if that’s all, I’d really like to get back.”
“Did the son of a bitch really file her fangs down?” Sloan’s eyes darkened as he asked the question then cursed when Duncan’s eyes flashed black, which was answer enough. “Has she fed?”
“I took care of her.” Duncan headed toward the door, feeling that was enough information on the subject. “Tomorrow I’m taking her to her old apartment. Hopefully, we can find some answers.”
“That place has been combed over already,” Sloan reminded him.
“She says she knows places he hid stuff. She hasn’t been back since she first took off - that we know of - and neither has he.” Duncan opened the door. “He gave her a shot of something, and we need to find that vial. It may be what they were going to use on Tessa for breeding. I don’t know much about women and pregnancy stuff, but she looks damn big for three months.”
“She’s one tough woman.” Jared added, though there was worry in his golden eyes. “She’ll be fine.”
“She better be,” Duncan growled, walking out. He slammed the door behind him.
Sloan turned to Damon and Jared, but before he could say anything, his eyes landed on the television. “Fuck!” Sloan cursed as he watched Sid physically carrying a reporter off the property.