Forbidden Hunger by R.L. Kenderson
Twenty-Seven
Ranulf was followingbehind Quentin and Hunter in their SUV when Chase said, “Uh-oh.”
“What?”
“Raven is pisssssed.” Chase dragged out the last word.
“Why?”
“Because she’s back home and she knows where we are. She’s mad that we didn’t tell her.”
“We didn’t want to worry her.”
“I know that, but we probably should have figured out she wouldn’t stay at her parents’ and she would come home.” Chase held his phone up. “Oh.”
“What now?”
“I can’t say it out loud.”
“Too bad. You have to.”
“She said she’s going to cut off our nuts and put them in the garbage disposal.”
Both Ranulf and Chase reflexively cupped their balls.
“Ouch,” Ranulf said.
Chase typed something on his phone.
“What did you say back?”
“That we wouldn’t be able to get hard-ons anymore.”
Ranulf shook his head. “I think that might be the goal.”
Chase laughed. “That’s what she just said.”
“How about you tell her we’ll make it up to her when we get home, but right now, we need to concentrate, so we don’t get hurt or killed?”
Chase typed away. “Sent.” A couple seconds passed. “And she says we might want to rethink that because we’re going to get hurt worse when we get home.”
Ranulf couldn’t help but smile. Raven was perfect for them.
“What do I say to that?”
Ranulf gave it a thought. “Tell her we’ll take her punishment like the adults we are.” He held up his finger. “As long as our manhoods are not in jeopardy.”
“Yeah, it would be really hard to make love to her without our balls intact.”
“I agree, but do not say that.”
Chase snorted. “I’m not an idiot.”
Chase’s phone rang.
“You did say that, didn’t you?”
“No, asshole, it’s Quentin.” He hit a button. “Yeah?” he said into the phone.
“I just got a call from Damien,” Quentin said through the speakerphone. “Trey’s car is stopped at an address. We’re going to park a block away and go the rest of the way on foot.”
“Got it,” Ranulf said to let him know he got the message.
Chase ended the call, and they followed Quentin and Hunter a few more minutes through a working-class residential neighborhood, where the houses were small and older but well taken care of, before pulling over and parking next to a curb. Saxon and Ram pulled up behind them, and all six exited their vehicles.
Once they were out, Quentin rattled off the address in case they got split up. “Damien said that we should remove the tracker from Trey’s car if we spot Frank—or Monica. Then, hopefully, one of them can lead us to the other. If they’re both there, we need to figure out if this is where they’re holding the girl. If this is not the location, we still need to track one of their cars in hopes that they lead us to Emery.”
There was a collective nod to let Quentin know they understood, and they headed in the direction of the house.
When they reached their destination, they fanned out and made sure to keep their distance, so their scents would not attract unwanted attention. Ranulf noted that Saxon was able to easily slip the tracker off of Trey’s vehicle before he headed around back. He scanned the yards to make sure no one was watching before peeking in some windows.
No one spoke, but they all signaled at one another. Frank was in the house, but Monica wasn’t there.
The group of them headed back to the vehicle, and once they were a safe distance away, they finally spoke to each other.
“I put the tracker on the other vehicle in the driveway, which has to be Frank’s. I also sent the make, model, and license plate number to Reid. He said the license plate came back stolen, so that’s a dead end,” Saxon said.
“You all saw the same thing I did, right?” Quentin asked.
“That there was no furniture or another soul in the house?” Chase asked. “Yeah, we all saw that.”
“I knew we weren’t going to get lucky, but it sure would have been nice to find something,” Hunter said.
Quentin pulled out his phone. “We’d better fill in Damien and Vance and let them know we’re going to have to wait for the vehicle to leave and hopefully take us to Monica.”
Ram crossed his arms over his chest. “Or we could just go and get Frank from the house and bring him in now.”
Ranulf understood Ram’s impatience, but there was no guarantee Frank would talk, and who knew how many young girls’ lives were hanging in the balance? Monica needed to be stopped.
Quentin shot Ram a look, and the vampire held up his hands. “I know; I know. I’m just frustrated.”
The phone call to Damien was made, and he agreed with them staying put to wait. If it took too long, the alpha said he would send someone to switch out with them.
So, with that, they all got in their vehicles, so they didn’t look too strange, six grown men standing around on the sidewalk.
About fifteen minutes later, Trey’s car drove past, and Ranulf and Chase ducked down in their seats. Approximately another twenty minutes after that, they watched Frank’s car pull out of the driveway, and Quentin got a phone call from Lachlan that the tracker was once again on the move.
“Wouldn’t it be such a relief if this all ended tonight?” Chase asked. “We’ve been dealing with it for weeks now.”
“It would be a great relief, but are we that lucky?” Ranulf asked.
Chase chuckled. “Probably not.”
They drove on for some time in silence, but all of a sudden, it hit Ranulf where they were going.
It seemed that Chase had come to the same conclusion. “This bitch has some nerve. She’s also kind of a genius,” he reluctantly added.
“Yeah, no one is going to look for Monica there. But now that we’re ninety-nine percent sure where she is, I think we should—”
“Call Raven,” Chase finished.