Jared (The Protectors #2)

Jared (The Protectors #2)
Teresa Gabelman



Chapter 1

Jared Kincaid was not in the mood to screw around. If Duncan had a clue what kind of mood he was in, he would not be sending him in to question Chad Evans. Duncan’s main focus had been keeping Damon calm and Chad alive until they squeezed every bit of information out of the bastard.

Slamming the door open to the room they used for questioning Jared held back a smile when Chad jumped. He wanted to kill the stupid son of a bitch so badly he could taste it. Glancing at the two way mirror he knew Damon was there, his voice shouting inside his head to let him take a turn. Taking a seat Jared sat so close to Chad they were almost touching.

“Listen and listen good *.” Jared made a sudden move toward Chad grinning when the newly turned vampire flinched, his eyes going wide with fear before changing back to hate. “I’m going to ask you some questions and you’re going to answer them. It’s as easy at that.”

“Fuck you.” Chad hissed.

Grabbing Chad by the back of the head, Jared slammed his face into the metal table then just as quickly snapped his head back up with a hand full of hair. “Wrong answer.” Jared growled. “The next person to walk in here is going to be Damon and let me give you a small piece of advice.”

Chad’s eyes bounced from the two way mirror back to Jared, tonguing his broken fang, compliments of Damon.

Knowing Chad was scared enough to piss himself, he continued with a smirk. “The last guy that was in the same chair you’re in now had Damon as his last interrogator.” Jared hissed. “It didn’t go so well and all he did was mention Nicole’s name. You, on the other hand, tried to kill her.”

“But I didn’t.” Chad grunted, not seeming to be his bad self now.

Jared ignored him. “Actually it was Jamison, the one you hired for the hit on Nicole.” Jared was so enjoying the fear in his eyes. “I see you do remember. What Damon did, well let’s just say I’ve never seen anything like it and I’ve seen a lot of shit.”

Chad shifted nervously his eyes welling up. “What did he do?”

Jared shivered for effect because he really wanted to see this bastard cry like a little girl. “It’s almost too gruesome to repeat, but I was behind that two way mirror watching just as Damon is now. Jamison remained closed mouth until he started talking about Nicole in a way Damon took offense to.”

“What the hell did he do?” Chad’s high pitched squeal was music to Jared’s ears. Yeah, he was getting to the f*cker.

Jared played it out for a minute longer, looking from the glass back to Chad making him squirm. “He twisted Jamison’s head off with his bare hands. I have never in my thousands of years seen a head bounce like that.” Jared tried to make himself look horrified but couldn’t help the slow grin spreading across his face. “So, if you want to continue being a closed mouth * then by all means do it, but for your information Damon is in my head right now wanting in here. To be quite honest, we didn’t get much out of Jamison at all. Damon is a wild man when it comes to his mate. He really doesn’t give a shit what you have to say.”

“I-I got rights.” Chad’s whinny voice was really getting on his nerves.

“You gave up those rights when you paid to be turned, kidnapped Nicole and tried to kill a human. Oh, and let’s not forget your attempt to kill a warrior.” Jared leaned in his face, his eyes black as night. “So, you ready to talk now or do you still want to pull the tough guy act.”

Chad just sat staring at the table not uttering a word.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Jared slammed Chad’s head into the metal table again just for the hell of it. Standing Jared headed for the door.

“Wait.” Chad tried to turn, but the silver chains held him in place. “I did hire Jamison.”

“Already knew that.” Jared stopped at the door. “Who turned you?”

“I don’t know.” Chad replied, but added when Jared reached the doorknob. “I know the address where I went.” Chad rattled off the address.

“What else can you share about your little adventures in child trafficking and blood trade?” Jared took a step back toward the table knowing he was winning this battle. The * was about to blab. “Who were you reporting to?”

“I don’t know that.” Chad spit out, but hurriedly added before Jared turned to leave again. “I always got a phone call. They seemed to know when kids were getting ready to hit the Social Service Departments. I just got a name and what family to place them with. Any money was sent to a PO box.” Chad went on to blab the address.

“What phone number were you given for contact?” Jared pushed.

“They always contacted me with a blocked number.” Chad seemed to be relaxing which Jared didn’t like. He wanted more information and knew he had more.

“Well Chad, I hate like hell to have to do this because the last time it gave me nightmares, but I think you know more. Too bad we won’t find out what it is.” Jared opened the door yelling down the hallway. “Get Damon. I’ve done all I can do.”

“No.” Chad struggled with the chains, almost tipping his chair over. “Wait. There’s something else. I just remembered.”

Jared rolled his eyes before turning around. Funny how a little scare can remove one’s head from one’s ass. “It better be good.” He turned walking back toward the table. If it wasn’t good he was going to slam his ugly face into the table one more time.

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