Page 40 of Reclaiming Quinn
Chapter Eleven
THEIR MOVEhad been made with frightening speed. Insane Klein might be, but he sure as hell motivated his men to get their asses in gear. Deke had hoped to get a bead on where they were, but he’d been blindfolded as they stored him away like cargo. Though he couldn’t see, he could smell the humans. His keen nose separated the scents, allowing him to tell they were all present and accounted for. From one of the people, a male, Deke practically tasted the pain that rolled off him, but he also heard snippets of conversation where a male voice was doing his best to reassure others. If it was the same guy, Deke was pleased with how much he seemed to care.
Deke groaned as he reached up to rub the spot where Klein had plunged the knife into his shoulder four fucking times. Goddess, it ached like a son of a bitch! The wound had already healed, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt for a few days. Klein had been conciliatory after he hung up, sending one of his men to get bandages and antiseptic and telling Deke how sorry he was that he’d been made to do that. The psychotic fucker seemed to think they were in some kind of abusive relationship. He’d offered to wrap the wound, but Deke did it himself. He needed to keep up the ruse that he was Quinn, and with this belief that his wolf was dead, Quinn wouldn’t heal nearly as fast as Deke would. As if in afterthought, Klein gave Deke a sling and told him to rest his arm.
The door swung open, and Greiner, one of Klein’s enforcers, stormed into the room. He glanced around, then turned to Deke, a scowl on his not-so-handsome face. “Bitch, where’s dinner?”
“Alpha Klein told me to rest.” He gestured to his arm. “I had… an accident.”
The growl sent a shiver over Deke’s spine. Greiner scrubbed a hand over his face as he advanced to where Deke was.
“Listen, I don’t know what you’re doing for Klein, and I don’t give a shit, but you’ve got a job to do here, and right now you’re being a useless waste of space.” He grabbed the front of Deke’s grubby shirt. “I want dinner, and it better be done in the next few—”
“The next few what, Greiner?” came the chilly reply. “Why are you touching my property?”
As soon as he let go of Deke’s shirt front, Greiner turned and faced Klein. “He doesn’t have dinner done, Alpha.”
“I told him to rest. Do you have a problem with that? Please tell me if you do, because I don’t want you to have a problem, Greiner. I really don’t.”
Deke was surprised Greiner didn’t piss his pants, what with the waves of fear rolling off him.
“No, Alpha. It’s not that. I just—”
Before the sentence could be finished, Greiner was pressed to the wall, Klein’s hand around his throat.
“You just what?”
Klein squeezed, and Greiner’s eyes bugged out. Deke hated these men, but he didn’t want to see anyone hurt.
“Master, please….”
The anger bled out of Klein as he turned and, while still holding Greiner to the wall, gave Deke a smile. “What is it, my pet?”
“Don’t hurt him. I should have done dinner.”
“But you were told to rest.”
Greiner’s face was turning an ugly shade of red, and his breaths were harsh.
“Let him go, please?”
Klein dropped Greiner, who fell to the floor and clutched his throat. “Anything for you, Quinn.”
Deke wanted to hurl. “Thank you, Master.”
Klein glared down at Greiner. “You know, I’m willing to bet your ass would be as tight as Quinn’s. You think we should find out?”
“N-no, Alpha.”
Klein snorted. “You’re fucking lucky that Quinn has a soft spot. Show him how much you appreciate him stepping up for you.”
The sneer was evident when Greiner fixed Deke with a glare. “Thank you, Quinn.”
“No, I don’t think that will do at all. Crawl over to him on your hands and knees and kiss his feet.”
Greiner’s gaze snapped to Klein. “What? You can’t be—”
Klein backhanded Greiner, who fell to the ground. Once there, Klein gave him three sharp kicks to the ribs, each eliciting a pained grunt. “Don’t you ever fucking question me. If it wasn’t for him, you’d be dead right now. I’m going to suggest you do as you were told, and do it now.”
