Duncan (The Protectors #3)(2)

“We will find her,” Damon replied, still in the same pose he was in when he first came into the office. “But I have one question.”

Duncan’s head came up in a snap, his mood foul. “What?”

Damon’s large frame moved away from the wall, his arms dropping to his sides. “Once you find her, then what?”

“What in the hell do you mean, ‘then what?’” Duncan was doing his best to hold his anger in check. “What f*cking difference does what I’m going to do make?”

“Because Pam is my mate’s best friend, and if you are just going to find her to break her heart, then you need to sit back behind that desk and let us take care of her.” Damon’s answer was firm and point blank.

Duncan’s only answer was a growl, his fist closing tight.

“Answer my question,” Damon said, his voice calm. “Because if we do get a lead on her, your answer is going to determine whether you’re going to be informed.”

Duncan flew across the desk, stopping inches from Damon. “Then I’ll beat the information out of you if it comes to that.”

A slow smile spread across Damon’s mouth but didn’t reach his eyes. Warriors they were, brothers they would always be, but their alpha ways were always at the surface - always ready for a good brawl.

“My mate’s wishes come before yours in this case.” Damon’s eyes darkened to match Duncan’s. “I hope sitting behind that desk hasn’t made you soft, because if you don’t answer my f*cking question, you won’t be told anything.”

Both men roared as Duncan tackled Damon, taking him to the ground. Duncan’s fighting skills far exceeded any of the Warriors in their group, but Damon wasn’t a slouch. He gave as good as he got.

“Stop it!” Nicole rushed in, trying to break them up. Running to Duncan’s desk, she started throwing things at them. She may be a vampire now, but she was a smart woman and knew not to get in the middle of two fighting Warriors. Jill followed her, dodging the men as they rolled toward her, swinging. “I said stop it!” Nicole yelled louder.

Jared and Sid ran in, moving Jill out of the way of the rolling Warriors. “I’ll take Damon for a hundred.” Jared stood with Jill at his back.

“Pfft…Duncan is going to tear him up. Hell, I’ll even raise it a hundred.” Sid snorted watching the men.

A book hit Jared in the chest. “Break them up, Jared.” Nicole shouted. “What the hell is wrong with you? They’re going to kill each other.”

“Ah, come on Nicole,” Sid sighed. “Lighten up. They’re just letting off some steam.” Sid growled when a book bounced off his shoulder.

“Break them up!” Nicole demanded, running out of things to throw. “Or I swear I will tell everyone what I caught you watching the other day.” She directed that threat to Sid.

Jared’s eyes widened as he looked over at Sid. “What were you watching?”

Shooting a nasty look at Nicole, Sid headed toward the fighting Warriors. “Shit! Girls take the fun out of everything.”

When both men were broken apart, they sat panting, their eyes glaring at each other. Damon’s grin spread first with Duncan’s following. “I think you broke my jaw, *.” Damon worked his jaw back and forth with his hand.

“Serves you right.” Duncan rubbed his shoulder. “You’re lucky that’s all I broke.”

Nicole frowned, watching the four Warriors laugh, slapping each other on the back. “Are you kidding me?” Nicole threw her hands on her hips. “You beat the crap out of each other then walk around congratulating each other?”

“Honey…” Damon tried to stand, but his leg gave out.

“Don’t you ‘honey’ me, Damon DeMasters.” Nicole walked toward the door. “I can’t believe you guys.”

“Dog house for you tonight,” Sid chuckled. “Guess you got a lot of sucking up to do. You guys make me nauseous. No woman will ever pull me around by my dick.”

Those words stopped Nicole cold. “I found Sid watching Rachel Ray.” She smirked at Sid.

“Who and what the hell is Rachel Ray?” Jared frowned.

Nicole put her hand on her hip, liking the nauseous look on Sid’s face. “It’s a chick talk show.”

“Dude!” Jared took a step away from Sid, his eyes narrowing. “A chick talk show?”

“She’s a cook,” Sid replied but snarled at Nicole. “She has good recipes. I was getting ideas for-”

Nicole walked up to Sid, leaning in close, cutting him off. “A woman may not be able to lead you around by your…” she glanced down then back to his face, “…dick, but one sure can make it shrivel up.”

Nicole, proud of herself, walked out of the room, shoulders back, her head held high. Jill followed, her hand across her mouth, trying to hold back laughter. It didn’t matter to Nicole that she knew what Sid had been doing, which was actually writing down recipes since he cooked most of their meals. He was an excellent cook, but anytime she could put the arrogant Warrior in his place, she would do it.

Sid turned to glare at Damon, stabbing a pointed finger toward Nicole’s retreating back. “She is evil.”

Damon grinned proudly, watching his mate walk out the door. “No, she just put you in your place, and very well at that.”