Read PS02 - Without Regret Online
Authors: R.L. Mathewson
Chapter 33
Sentinel Compound
Boston, MA
Kale closed his eyes and inhaled. Among the overpowering sweet scents he picked up the scent of his target. This was no
fucking coincidence that his job was due here within days and his own personal target was now safely tucked away behind
brownstone facade where an army of Sentinels prepared for war.
He pressed his hand over his stomach, ignoring the burn as his skin slowly knitted back together. He’d wait for now, but when
Isabella McGuire finally showed up he’d be ready for her. Then he’d finish the job he’d started in New Hampshire.
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and he didn’t think he could love her more. It didn’t matter that he’d known her for only a few days and would probably be
saying goodbye to her tomorrow, he loved her.
He was head over heels in love with his mate and he couldn’t have fucked this up more if he’d tried. Granted, he had tried, but
his efforts only bit him in the ass. He tried to do the right thing and push her away, but it killed him to know that he hurt her.
Even his anger over the other men and the little escape she’d pulled on him was forgiven, not forgotten.
There was no doubt in his mind that he’d carry the anger that another man touched his mate to his death bed, but he couldn’t
blame his little Munchkin any longer. She hadn’t known about his existence any more than he’d known about hers all those
years ago. He wasn’t happy about it, but there was nothing he could do about it now and he wouldn’t waste what little time they
had together by being an asshole.
Right now he was enjoying his time with her. He knew it was selfish, but he couldn’t help it. This was their only time together,
because nothing had changed. She was still in danger and he still had his family to take care of.
The fact that he’d gone and fallen in love with her only made him more anxious to get her to safety. His eyes moved to the new
mark on her neck that meant they’d royally fucked up. He didn’t know her that well, but he just didn’t see her lying about
something that important.
He ran his fingertips gently down her back, over her bottom and down her leg. It had taken nearly five hours, but he’d finally
managed to exhaust her. Every time she tried to ask him questions or he could tell she was scared he did his best to take her
mind off of everything.
His hands actually shook as he grabbed the sheet and pulled it over as he thought about everything they’d done. One thing he
could say for his little mate, she wasn’t shy in bed. Anything he’d wanted to do she’d been more than up for. He’d bent her
over, took her sideways, took her from behind, and just plain fucked her and she seemed to love every single second of it.
Already his cock was starting to stir when it should be begging for mercy. He forced himself to step away from the bed and
her. He needed to stay focused. A team was going to be meeting up with them and he needed to figure out how he was going to
get her into Boston undetected. They’d been pretty lucky so far, but according to Eric the shit hit the fan and the war had
already started.
He grabbed his personal phone and cursed silently.
There were no missed calls. Where the hell was his family and why weren’t they getting back to him? It was just another
reason for him to move his ass and get back home. He didn’t like leaving them with all this bullshit going down. He knew his
father was more than capable of protecting them, but with Madison pregnant, Marc still human as well as Jill, Joshua and their
grandmother he wouldn’t be able to protect all of them.
Then again all someone had to do was get a shot at his father’s head or heart and the man would be done for a while and their
family would be left helpless. Maybe he shouldn’t wait for the team to get here. Maybe he should just grab Izzy and take his
chances on getting her into Boston.
He cursed again as his eyes landed on that damn mark, barely covered by her long beautiful hair. If he tried to bring her into
Boston now every fucking alpha and demon around would be able scent her from two miles away. Thanks to that damn mark
her scent would be ten times stronger. The only upside was that her blood was also more poisonous, but that wouldn’t help out
in this situation. They didn’t want her blood. They wanted her and her damn program and they’d do anything they had to in
order to get it.
Just the thought of anyone harming his little Munchkin had his stomach twisting almost painfully. If the team didn’t get here
early enough so that they could come up with a few plans and back up plans they’d be stuck here another night, because he
wasn’t taking a chance by bringing her into Boston close to nightfall. As much as he wanted to get back to his family and make
sure they were safe, he couldn’t risk her safety.
Her abilities were beginning to surface and he knew that she could probably be trained within the year, but it was still too
dangerous for her. Sending her to an island wasn’t a perfect plan, but it was the only one he had and one he knew would keep
her away from every Master hell bent on getting their hands on her. He loved her too much to take any chances.
Not that he’d ever tell her. He wouldn’t. It was going to be difficult enough sending her away. She didn’t need his bullshit and
he sure as hell didn’t want her pining away on an island somewhere for him, hoping that he’d come and rescue her.
Because he wouldn’t.
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“What is it?” he asked as he tried to tear his mind away from a certain redheaded angel. This was not the time to allow
distractions, not when he was so close to having everything he needed. For probably the thousandth time he promised himself
that he’d return to the Rerum, New Hampshire after this was all done and collect his reward.
His cock hardened almost painfully at the thought of having her. She was feisty, beautiful, funny and he’d be willing to bet
anything that she was so damn sweet that she’d make his teeth ache. But he would have her. He’d keep her alive for a week,
fuck her until he grew bored with her like he did with all the rest and then drain her.
“The Ramjis are in place, Master,” Richard, a minion who’d been with him for five years said from the doorway.
Logan never stopped his pacing and didn’t bother looking at his slave. Why bother? If the man displeased him or made a move
against him he’d be dead within seconds. “How many were you able to secure?” he asked, hoping for at least eight. With six
he’d be able to get his hands on Isabella McGuire and her mate, but with eight he’d be able to grab Kale as well.
Kale would not be able to detect the Ramjis. They were demons who carried no scent, looked completely human and were five
times stronger than a shifter, even an Alpha as powerful as Kale. They were also extremely rare, hated the human realm, hard
to bargain with, but once they gave their word they never went back on it.
“Ten, Master.”
Now that warranted his attention. He looked up and found the human looking rather pleased. “And how much will this cost
me?” he asked, not really caring. He was willing to pay anything ensure that he got his hands on her.
“Five million apiece and Kale Quinn, Master. They want the right to kill him.”
No, Kale’s life was for him to take. He would not bargain on that.
“Give them an addition two million apiece, but Kale is mine,” he said, dismissively returning his attention to pacing and
counting down the hours until nightfall when he could join in the search for Isabella.
“They already said their terms were nonnegotiable, Master. They understood you had certain rights to the man. They want to be
there in the end to help him along to the other side,” Richard explained quietly.
He stopped pacing, placed his hands on his hips and worked at remaining calm. “I need to be there in the end.”
“They’ve already agreed with that, Master.”
“Then tell them where to go. Isabella McGuire should be here within the day.”
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She groaned and tried to crawl beneath the comforter and curl up, but the bastard grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her
until her ass hung precariously over the edge.
“Let me sleep,” she grumbled, reaching for her pillow, more than willing to try to sleep in this position and return to her sex
induced coma.
“We have to leave, Munchkin. We’ve been found,” Chris said, releasing her ankle to grab her hands and force her into a sitting
position. “Did you hear me? We have to go now.”
It took a moment for her sleep hazed mind to work through what he said. “Who found us?” she asked around a loud yawn.
“A few Djaeho demons and shifters,” he said.
“A what?” she muttered, getting to her feet and barely catching the clothes he shoved in her arms.
“Djaeho demons,” he explained as he grabbed their two backpacks and started to sort through them. “Nasty little fucks. They
can appear to look human, except for their damn horns, which they cut off when they come to earth so that they can blend in.”
“Demons? Really?” she asked excitedly as forced herself to get dressed and not run over to the window to see if she could spot
any.
“Don’t get too excited, Munchkin. They’re not a species of demons that you want to fuck with,” he said, moving to toss her
chocolate out of her bag.
“If you don’t put that chocolate back in my bag I will be forced to hurt you,” she said calmly.
He pursed his lips up, obviously trying not to laugh as he shoved the chocolate in his bag. “I almost forgot that my mate was a
bloodthirsty little thing,” he said, sounding a lot calmer than she felt. Then again he was probably used to this sort of thing.
“H-how do you know they’re whatever the hell you called them demons?” she asked, trying to appear brave, but probably
failing miserably.
“I spotted them siphoning gas out of two pickup trucks,”
he said with a shrug as if that explained it all.
It really didn’t.
“Um, you know humans steal gas too, right?”
He tossed her sneakers at her feet. “Yeah, but most humans don’t guzzle it down like it’s water.”
“Why?”
“Why do they drink it?” he asked, holstering a gun in the back of his pants. “Because it’s like a drug for them.
It makes them strong and unfortunately pretty stupid.
They’re great trackers, but they fucking suck as mercenaries. They usually work with other demons or shifters and this time is
no different so we’re going to have to be really careful as we leave,” he said, tossing his bag over his shoulder and handing
her, her bag. It felt lighter than before, but that was probably because Chris had shoved most of their things into his bag.
He grabbed her hand and gave her a slight pull towards the door. “We have to hurry. Whatever you do don’t leave my side,
okay?”
“Okay,” she said, swallowing nervously.
“It will be okay, Munchkin,” he said, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. “We’ll be out of here before you know it,” he
said with a sexy wink that helped calm her nerves, somewhat.
She just hoped it was really going to be that simple.
Chapter 34
Where the fuck was she?
He looked at the chaos around him, ignoring the screaming hotel guests as they shoved and pushed each other out of the way as
they scrambled to get to the stairwell.
“Izzy!” he yelled over the screams and the blaring sound of the fire alarm as he tried to see through the damn smoke.
Those dumb fucks had set the hotel on fire. Anyone else would have just set off the fire alarm and watched and waited as
everyone evacuated the hotel, but not Djaeho demons. That plan would have been too elaborate for them. They liked to stick to
simple plans, very simple plans and whatever shifter they’d teamed up with had seriously fucked up by taking their eyes off the
dumb bastards.
“Chris!” he heard the faint scream, but it was enough to give him a general idea of what direction she was in. He shoved his
way through the crowd as he made his way to the opposite end of the hallway.
“Izzy!”
“Chris!” she screamed much louder this time.
“Munchkin!” he yelled, pausing by a hotel door.
“Chris, get them off of me!” she screamed from what sounded like next room.
He moved his ass to the door and didn’t hesitate in breaking it down. There could have been twenty armed men standing behind
the door ready to kill him and he wouldn’t have cared. He needed to get to his mate.
The door crashed open and he came to a stumbling halt as he watched four very large Djaeho demons moving around Izzy and
were they sniffing her? Yes, they were definitely sniffing her.
“This can’t be her,” the man who was on his knees with his nose practically glued to Izzy’s stomach said.
“Jonathan didn’t say anything about her being pregnant and this one is. This isn’t her.”
Chris ignored Izzy’s little startled gasp as he slowly reached for his gun. Silver bullets wouldn’t kill any of them, but it would
do enough damage to confuse them for a while.
“Release my mate,” he said evenly as he took aim.