Enticing Their Mate (Pack Wars #6)(63)

Suddenly, Riley’s face peered in at her through the broken wall, and tears of joy streamed down her face. The large gash at his throat had her sobering. As much as she wanted him to seek some first aid, knowing him, Riley wouldn’t until she was free. Her love bloomed.

A second set of hands belonging to Jay tore off another board. They were both there. This was too good to be true.

Riley held up a finger to his lips as if to tell her not to make any noise. She nodded as he half-lifted, half-dragged her through the hole in the wall. Seconds later the gag disappeared as did all of the restraints. She wanted to hug both of them and kiss them everywhere, but they’d insist they needed to get out of there. Smoke poured from the hole and flames licked their way a few feet away.

“Can you walk?” Jay whispered.

“I’ll try.” The men helped her up. She’d taken no more than two steps when the scrambling and growls disappeared from around front. “What happened?”

Riley wrapped an arm around her waist. “I think Statler’s men lost.”

She hoped that was true.

“I’ll check around front to be sure,” Jay said. He then took off.

Sarah faced Riley. “Statler shot the General in the heart, but he continued to fight. How was that possible?” The drugs must have made her see things.

“I don’t know. Maybe he wore a vest.”

She’d seen blood—or had it come from a packet? Now wasn’t the time to discuss theatrics. Riley led her farther away from the building.

Just as they rounded the corner, Jay returned. “It’s safe. Our men are heading into the barn.”

She grabbed his hand. “I know how much taking down Statler means to you. Do you want to go in and help?”

He smiled. “You are an amazing women, but you’re more important to me than a grudge. If the General needs help, I’m sure Ford and Tyson will lend a hand.”

Her knees buckled and she sagged against Riley. A second later, he swooped her up in his arms. “Let’s get you home.”

* * *

Statler was a better fighter than Armand had expected, but he wasn’t good enough to win this fight. The shot to the chest had taken its toll and had given Statler the advantage, but only until Armand had time to recover. It didn’t help that he was worried about Sarah. The flames were licking their way up the cart and the air was making it hard to breathe. When he’d heard the boards crack, he glanced over. That moment of distraction allowed Statler to gouge out a huge chunk from his leg.


Fuck. Armand growled and circled his foe. Taking the time to rest was not an option. No matter if he bit the man’s face or side, it wouldn’t be enough to take him down for good. It was rip out his throat or die.

Statler charged. Armand’s military training kicked in and he blocked out the pain in his chest. Armand leapt in the air and Statler followed suit. They met head to head and then landed with a thud. Paws swiping and teeth gnashing, blood spurted everywhere. With a twist of his head, Armand managed to grab hold of the side of Statler’s neck.

Before his teeth dug in far enough to kill, Statler’s incisor’s grabbed a chunk of skin on Armand’s neck. This was it. He had seconds. Armand opened his mouth wide and clamped down hard.

Statler faltered and twisted to the side, but Armand wouldn’t let go. His foe’s nails dug into his wounded leg, and the pain almost blinded him, but his hatred ran too deep.

The more Statler fought, the weaker he became. When the man’s front legs gave out, Armand twisted his head hard, taking Statler’s throat with him. The man who’d plagued him for so long, collapsed. He was dead.

Armand let go of the chunk of meat in his mouth and dropped. Feet surrounded him and hands helped him.

“You did it, sir. You f*cking did it.”

Armand closed his eyes. He was sure he had a smile on his face.

* * *

After a long shower last night, Jay and Riley had patched up her wrists and ankles and put her to bed where Sarah enjoyed being cocooned between them. Even though she’d wanted to make love with them to take away the horror of the day, the men insisted she needed to rest. As much as she liked a noble man, they sure picked a crappy time to be moral.

In the morning, she awoke to fresh coffee and some rolls. When she sat up, her purse was on the table next to her food. Connolly must have returned it to her men. She looked around and was disappointed that neither Jay nor Riley was there.

Hmm. She slipped out of bed and found the note they’d left for her on the table. It stated that the General had asked for a debriefing meeting at some safe house. They would have invited her, but not only did they not want to wake her, it was a business meeting, and she wasn’t a member of the Pack. With Statler and most of his men dead, they said she’d be safe, but to keep the door locked until they returned.

Well darn. It was after eleven and she was starving despite having munched the rolls and lukewarm coffee. At noon, her cell rang and she answered quickly, thinking it was Riley or Jay. “Hello?”

“Sarah, it’s Bill.” She hadn’t heard from her boss in weeks. They had both agreed that any kind of contact might jeopardize the case.

She sank back against the chair. “Hi. It’s good to hear your voice.” Not really, but he liked his ego stroked.

“I heard congratulations are in order. The General contacted me and told me Paul Statler was dead and all of the women were now safe.”