glanced at Ronan, who he
knew could hear the conversation, and
lifted his eyebrows. Ronan shrugged,
obviously not knowing anything about it.
Instead of responding, Kiernan was silent,
waiting.
The other man cleared his throat. “It’s
come to our attention that you are
acquaintances with Melina Rodriguez.”
There was a questioning note in his voice,
as if he wasn’t quite sure.
“What about her?” Wondering if the
call had anything to do with the night
before, Kiernan kept inflection out of his
voice.
“My pack would be willing to pay you
if you deliver her to us.”
Something dark jumped inside Kiernan,
but he shoved it back down. “I don’t need
money and I’m still amusing myself with
her.” Harsh, untrue words he hated saying,
but if he wanted the guy to keep talking, he
couldn’t show emotion.
“Maybe not, but one can never have too
much money. . . . And we know of your
coven’s history with her pack. That’s why
we were surprised you intervened last
night. You killed two of our pack
members.” There was a touch of anger in
those words, the first sign of any sort of
emotion.
So the Mazzoni pack had gone after her.
“I told you, she’s an amusement and I’m
having fun pissing off her pack with our
relationship. You should have contacted
me before going after her in my presence.”
The lie was bitter on his tongue, but this
shifter was calling for a reason and
Kiernan wanted to know what it was.
“So you are fucking her because of your
coven’s hatred for her pack.” Not a
question.
Walking outside and away from his
brother, he leaned against the balcony,
staring out at the flat ocean. Not everyone
knew of the violent history between the
Doyle coven and the Rodriguez pack.
They’d battled each other long before
technology took hold in the world, long
before territories by supernatural beings
had been carved out, and long before
sweet Melina had even been born. That
history had been buried not long after the
death of his brother, Corey. “You have
good sources.”
“We do.” Uberto gave away nothing
else, much to Kiernan’s annoyance.
“How much will you pay for
her?”Kiernan asked. Then the shifter
named an obscene amount, and ice chilled
Kiernan’s veins, but he kept his voice
calm. “She is young, likely the weakest of
her pack. Wouldn’t you prefer someone of
more worth?”
“You either want the job or you don’t.”
Again, he gave away nothing of why they
wanted her.
“I’ll take it, but I want to know why you
want her so badly and I want half the fee
up front. I’ll be putting myself at great
risk.”
“The fee is no problem, though we
require her immediately. Tonight if
possible, tomorrow at the latest. Why we
want her is none of your concern.” There
was no room for argument in his voice.
Kiernan kept his expression bland on
the off-chance someone was watching
him. “Once you wire me the money, she’s
yours.” Taking money from the bastards
who’d tried to hurt her made him smile
inside. He was going to take great
pleasure in screwing them over.
“Give me the bank details.” Cool, curt
words.
After Kiernan gave him an account
number his family held in an offshore
account, he continued. “Try to double-
cross me or skimp on the rest of the fee,
and you’ll find yourselves at war with my
coven.”
“Understood.”
As soon as he disconnected, he returned
inside to find his brother staring at him, an
odd expression on your face. “That was
very . . . mercenary. I expect it from
Bryson, but not you.”
Kiernan snorted. Saying their middle
brother was mercenary was definitely an
understatement. “Good to know I sounded
convincing.”
“Are you really fucking a shifter ?”
Without realizing he’d moved,
Kiernan’s fingers wrapped around his
brother’s neck. Considering Ronan was
older and stronger, it said a lot for how
much he’d surprised him. Instantly
Kiernan