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badly for Russ.”
    That was an understatement. She wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that conversation. “Maybe they’ll show up tomorrow. I hope. I’m going to head on into bed.”
    It was time to send a text. She prayed Statler hadn’t employed someone to hack into her messages. If so, she’d end up in a grave before she could call for help.
    *     *     *
    At eleven o’clock at night, Statler’s phone rang and his claws immediately extended at the interruption. No one dared call him at this uncivilized hour.
    The gorgeous blonde next to him in bed rolled over, her naked breasts enticing him. “Are you going to answer that?” she asked as she grabbed his hard cock.
    With a glorious woman so close, he sure as fuck didn’t want to, but he couldn’t chance missing a call from his buyer. Keeping his hands under the sheet, he focused on retracting his claws. The last thing he needed was for a human to run out of the apartment screaming bloody murder.
    “Give me a sec.” He dragged his now fully human hand over her luscious breasts then pinched the tip.
    “Ouch.”
    He grinned. “Serves you right for looking so good. How about getting yourself a drink and waiting for me in the living room?”
    “Okay.” She tossed him a pout and rolled out of bed, wiggling her naked ass as she left the bedroom.
    As soon as Gloria or Stella or whatever the fuck her name was couldn’t hear him, he glanced at the caller ID. Shit. It was Russ Sizemore. “This better be good,” he said grinding out his words. “I told you never to disturb me.”
    “I’m sorry, sir, but this is important. Darnell didn’t show up for his shift.”
    “Why the fuck should I care?”
    “Wendell can’t secure the warehouse by himself.”
    He was right. Statler would do something about that only because he didn’t trust the General not to show up again. Jesus, his life had been a bitch ever since the head of the Pack and his men had found them. To make matters worse, Tyson and Ford Summerville had managed to kill almost their entire security team. Fuckers. “Did you call Darnell? He might still be trying to dispose of Michelle.” Though he didn’t understand how it could take a few hours to slit a throat and bury a body. Bitch never should have refused to drug the women. She had to pay for that insubordination.
    “He didn’t answer his cell.”
    “Keep trying.” Incompetent idiot. Statler worked hard not to drive back to the warehouse and take care of Sizemore himself.
    “I don’t think he followed your orders, sir.” Sizemore’s voice shook.
    Statler’s fangs elongated again. Fucker. Why was everyone turning on him? “Explain.” This time he wasn’t able to control his volume. He clawed the silk sheets. If this ass didn’t give him some good news soon, he might be joining Michelle.
    “I heard Darnell was fucking her.”
    What kind of security had he hired? “What the hell does that have to do with anything? When I give an order, I expect my men to follow it.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Well, go find him and when you do, kill him.” He didn’t need any traitors among them.
    Statler hung up and immediately called a contact who’d supplied him with many of his security team members the first time around.
    “It’s late, Statler.”
    How dare the ass act pissed. “I don’t give a shit what time it is. I’m short a few security.”
    “It’ll cost you double this time. Almost all them died under your watch the last time.”
    “That’s because you sent me untrained men.” Statler was in a bind and didn’t need to be arguing with the man. “I’ll only need them for a week.” They haggled over the price and eventually came to an agreement.
    “I’ll send them your way in two days.”
    “Make it one and I’ll double the price.”
    “Deal.”
    Asshole. Statler disconnected. He slipped out of bed, needing someone to take his frustrations out on—someone who wouldn’t complain. Like the cute naked