Merciless Hunter (Dark Syndicate 4)

Not when you’re a man like any of us in this room and you’ve had to watch everything you hold close to your heart disappear before your eyes and you know there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.

When he looks back at me, I know withouthim saying so there’s definitely more at work here.

I have the same questions he has, and I’m as confused as the two. I’m sure if their brother, Tristan, was here, he’d have the same look on his face.

We didn’t call him because he and his wife just had a baby two weeks ago.

We agreed to lessen his involvement in this pursuit as much as possible.

Now we’re here with a myriad of shit swirling around in our minds while the woman who bewitched me is upstairs asleep in my bed.

I gave her a tranquilizer to keep her sleeping for a few hours.Initially, she fainted because I cut off her airways, but I also think she fainted from fear I was going to kill her.

Theoretically, I should do it because I don’t know what she is.

But it’s that very thing that’s keeping her alive.

When I set the letter down on the table, Massimo and Dominic look at it like it might take on a life force of its own and do something.

Massimo stands and walks over to the window, looking like he’s ready to breathe out the flames of hell.

“I don’t know what the fuck to say,” he states.

“Believe me, I’m having the same problem,” Dominic agrees.

I sigh and lean back in my chair. “Maybe we should start with the question of how she came by a copy of the letter,” I suggest. “I don’t think she wrote it.”

All this time we wondered who wrote the letter. I don’t think it was her because it doesn’t fit. Not if she’s working with the Order.

“I don’t think so either,” Massimo replies. “And since I know there’s only three copies of that letter and all are kept in safes, she clearly must have copied it from the original.”

“Hands down that’s what she did,” Dominic agrees. “I was the one who found the original letter. It was under Massimo’s office door when I got to work that day. I got there at the crack of dawn and there it was. He was at home, so I took it to him, and you know the rest of the story. We never knew who wrote it, and as there are no cameras up on that floor because of the private meetings that take place, we never knew who left it. It was obvious though that whoever left it had to know where to find Massimo’s office.”

I steeple my fingers on the desk. “We need to know who she really is,” I suggest.

Dominic points to the picture of the guy with the Order membership tattoo on his arm. “And him.”

“Maybe this is who sent her,” Massimo intones.

“They look similar, don’t they?Except he has darker hair,” I say.

“So, they’re related.” Massimo comes closer.

“I think so.” Dominic agrees.

Something’s off about this whole scenario and I don’t think we’ll get answers until the beauty wakes. And that’s if she tells me the truth.

“We need to expect retaliation,” Massimo warns.

I already knew that. Her guards were dead before they could pull their guns but whoever they’re reporting to will know soon enough that something’s happened, and they’ll come looking. Especially when the hotel finds the mess of bodies we left behind. The room was booked under the name Mr. Z. That shit means whoever they’re all working for is someone important and I can’t wait to meet them.

Rest assured, a woman like that is going to have someone looking for her. And when they do, they’ll have me to deal with because I’m not letting her fine ass go. That is my rendition of leniency.

“Let them come,” I answer. “Let them fucking come. Until they do, I’m gonna make her talk. Something doesn’t add up and I’m going to find out what it is. Any link to the Order is one step closer for me to finding my son.”

They both exchange glances but neither of them ask me how I plan to get that information from her. The same way they didn’t ask me shit when I sent Maksim to get my chains in the basement.

They’re men like me, and I’m almost certain they’d do the very same thing I plan to do to the woman with the angel face who’s asleep in my bed.