Page 76 of Property of Camo

“I saw him that day, Sky, and I swear he was not the usual broody Camo. Something was switched in his head, and I hated seeing it. After you left, something else broke in him and he went crazy. Smashed up a few tables and chairs, then got blackout drunk. The guys had to carry him to his room.”

I feel oddly satisfied that he got angry, and maybe even a little upset, at seeing me watch him fuck someone, then end things for good. If I was someone petty, I would have made sure that he saw me fuck someone, so he would know how it truly felt.

But that is not me.

“Why do our hearts want the most stubborn men we know?” I giggle, and Delaney joins in.

“The fated gods work in strange ways, my friend.”

I hold her hand in mine, offering her a smile.

“You are one of mine now, and I come with Eva, Clark, and Rocky. You need anything, you call on us and we will be there.”

Her eyes fill with tears, but she nods.

Having Delaney as a friend will be a good thing. Her troubles with Thorin are far from over, but she will have us to lean on, as there is no way I will turn my back on her after what I saw last night.

Having friends in your corner can do wonders for the soul; plus, it is always good to have people around you to drink wine, eat ice cream, and whine about love troubles.

27

Camo

It has been fucking days since the hunt for the stepcunt began, and he has evaded us at every turn, so we reach out to other supernaturals to help track the fucker down.

Pres reached out to some of the club’s allies, who are also supernatural, to help track him and his men down, so we can end them and move on.

I hated leaving Skyla this morning, but I cannot rest until this man is no longer breathing.

“Winger, we have had a sighting over on the west corner of the Duke pack’s territory,” Lionel, the leader of the Pixie clan says. “You got what you wanted, now you will complete our deal, yes?”

They are sneaky little fuckers but can get you any information that you might need. The clan owns the local parks, and do not take kindly to anyone mistreating the trees or plants, as Shift once found out— he still bears the scars.

“You know that I do not renege on a deal, Lionel. I will have Cotton send over the payment.” Lionel nods and leaves, as quickas he arrived. “I will reach out to the alpha over at the Dukes, and explain why we are entering their territory.”

We nod to Pres, as he steps away to make the call.

My body is alive, ready for a fight. Seeing the bruises on Skyla pushed me over the edge. Now we hunt the man who hurt her and make him suffer.

“You good?” Halen asks. “You need a clear head, brother.”

“My head is clear, Halen. I am doing this for my woman. No fucker hurts what is mine.” I grunt.

We watch as Pres walks back to us with a big smile on his face. it looks like the alpha Duke gave his permission.

“Mount up, brothers. We hunt.”

My fists itch to hit something, my body vibrates with anticipation to kill this fucker. We ride through the streets of Salem at high speed; the police let us be. They know that we are to be left alone, thanks to Tate.

He is wanting this cunt dead as much as I do, as he cares for my woman. She is lucky to have a tight crew that has her, but from now on, she will also have the Kings at her side whenever she needs them.

Plus, she will always have me for as long as I am breathing.

Streets pass us by, the buildings change, some modern, some old showing the true vision of Salem. Salem holds so much history that can fuel the futures to come. From witches to wolfs, and vampires, we have it all here.

Passing through the Duke’s territory, my body responds with a shiver to the shield that they have clearly put in place. A ward to warn them of any supernaturals who pass through.

Pres stops his bike, and we all follow suit. I sit on my bike, my feet planted flat on the ground, waiting for Pres.

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