“You think he’s just going to walk through the door?” Calvin asked.
No sooner had the question left his mouth than Wolf did just that. He opened the door to the training bay and headed toward them like he was strutting down some fashion runway. The guy never did anything halfway. He never just walked. His posture was perfect, his shoulders were broad, his waist slender, and his legs long. He wasn’t even that big. In fact, he was roughly Dex’s height and weight. Sloane was taller, larger, broader than Wolf. Yet Wolf gave off the impression that he was bigger. He always had a twinkle in his eye, like he knew the most amazing secret and maybe if you were worthy, he’d share it with you, or he might just kill you.
Whatever hair products Wolf used, Dex had to get some, because the guy never had one hair out of place. His designer suit never wrinkled, his shoes didn’t scuff. Dex understood now why they never saw Wolf coming. He was handsome, oozed charm, and for those who didn’t know him, they could easily find themselves lulled into a false sense of security. By the time they figured out they were being drawn into his spider’s web, it’d be too late. The way the guy switched from playful to “stabbing you in the eye with an icepick” was terrifying.
“Is it my birthday?” Wolf asked smoothly. “All of you gathered here for little ole me?”
Dex took a step toward him but made sure to keep out of arm’s reach. “I need your help.”
Wolf looked from Hudson to Dex and back. He folded his arms over his expansive chest and frowned his disapproval at Hudson. “Explain yourself.”
“Please, Al—Wolf. I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t terri
bly important.”
Wolf sighed and turned his attention back to Dex, and just like that he was smiling again. “What can I do for you, darling?” He approached Dex and tapped his finger to Dex’s nose. “I must admit, I’m rather tickled there’s something I can provide you with that your beau can’t.” Wolf glanced over at Sloane with a smirk. Sloane simply glowered in return. Dex silently thanked Sloane for his incredible patience and understanding. This was too important for anyone to get into any pissing contests.
“Let’s get down to it, shall we?” Dex took a step away from Wolf. “I need your help interrogating someone.”
Wolf’s eyebrows flew up near his hairline. “Say that again? I fear I misheard you.”
“You didn’t. I need you to get your tools and break someone.”
Wolf studied him. “You must be having a laugh.”
It was a shitty move, but Dex had to make Wolf understand how serious he was about this. “If they’d succeeded in taking Hudson, how far would you have gone to get him back alive?”
Wolf’s steel-blue eyes met his, his expression darkening. “I think you know the answer to that, Dexter.”
“Good. Then you know what I’m prepared to do for my father.”
“As touching as that is, I’m not in the business of being summoned for charity work.”
“You son of a bitch—” Ash caught hold of Sloane before Sloane could launch himself at Wolf.
Shit. This wasn’t going well. They had to do something, or they were going to lose him.
Wolf turned and jabbed a finger at Hudson. “Do not, for one moment, assume I’m about to be at your beck and call. I am not the bloody butler here to clean up your messes. My priority is your safety, and I’m risking a hell of a lot keeping your arse out of trouble. Do you understand me, little brother?” As Wolf turned to go, Seb said the magic words.
“It’s the guy who tranqed your brother.”
Dex held his breath as Wolf stilled. He turned to Seb, his eyes narrowed, the blue of his eyes nothing but slivers around his blown pupils. “Are you telling me you have in your custody one of the Makhai’s mercenaries? Specifically, the one who shot a tranquilizer into my brother’s chest?”
Seb nodded. “We figured we could get some information out of him, but he’s not talking.”
“Oh, he’s not going to talk,” Wolf said calmly, the ice in his voice sending a shiver through Dex. “He’s going to fucking sing.” Wolf met Dex’s gaze. “Do you realize what you’re doing?”
“Inviting the wolf into the henhouse,” Dex said with a smirk.
Wolf blinked at him, then let out a bark of laughter. He shook his head in amusement as he reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of black gloves. “You are a treat to work with, Dexter. An absolute treat.” He slipped on his gloves and flexed his fingers. “Shall we?”
“Don’t you, um, need tools or something?”
“You’re absolutely right.” Wolf turned to Hobbs. It was kind of amusing to see Wolf have to look up. “My, but they make you Hobbs boys big, don’t they? It’s like a stepladder of enormity with you three. Anyway, your vehicle was rather impressively stocked. Would you mind bringing me your toolbox?”
Hobbs arched an eyebrow at him, then glanced over at Dex, who nodded.
“We’ll meet you downstairs,” Dex told Hobbs, and Calvin joined his partner to grab the toolbox from the BearCat. Dex didn’t even want to know what Wolf had planned.