Chapter 34 #2
“Where is the girl, Farrar?” Kane demanded.
Farrar stood frozen, wide-eyed, staring at the carnage around him. Slowly, his terrified gaze lifted and locked on Kane.
Before he could answer, a door slammed open.
Damon came through it like death incarnate, his face carved from pure rage. “We found her,” Damon informed him, his voice full of anger.
Kane’s attention snapped to him, but Damon’s eyes swept the room first, taking in the bodies scattered across the floor before settling on Farrar. The look he gave him was feral.
A hard knot formed in Kane’s stomach. Found her how? Alive? Unhurt? He didn’t want to think beyond that.
“She best be unharmed,” Kane growled as Val grabbed Farrar and hauled him upright. “Because if she’s not, your death will be talked about among my brothers for a very long time based solely on what I do to you.”
Farrar swallowed hard but managed a shaky smirk. “Killing me won’t stop what’s coming for you.”
King stepped forward, fury rolling off him in waves. “Why did you kill Griffen?”
“I was ordered to,” Farrar replied flatly. “Just like I was ordered to kill Monica.” He shrugged as if discussing the weather. “This is bigger than you. Bigger than all of you.”
“Heard that before,” Creed snorted, but there was no smile on his face.
“Golden blood is just the beginning,” he continued, his eyes lighting with something close to fanaticism. “What’s coming is meant to wipe out everything that feeds in the dark.”
“Who gave the fucking order?” Kane demanded. Every instinct screamed to tear him apart where he stood, but Kane forced himself to breathe.
Farrar laughed softly. “Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“You don’t belong to this world,” Farrar spat, his gaze slid over them with pure hatred. “You’re nothing but parasites. Walking corpses. Blood-drinking leeches pretending you matter.”
“Walking corpses,” Creed cocked an eyebrow. “Kinda like the ring to that one.”
“Take him to the compound,” Kane growled, knowing he couldn’t kill the fucker and needed to walk away before he did. They needed answers so he would live for now, unfortunately. He walked toward Damon. “Where is she?”
Damon nodded for him to follow. They walked outside as Damon took off his shirt. “Here, wipe off the blood.” Damon tossed him the shirt. “She’s terrified and doesn’t need to see some scary ass dude covered in blood. Charger is trying to get her to come out, but she won’t budge. And that’s not all.”
“What’s not all?” Kane said as they walked toward the shipping containers, and he had a really bad feeling. “I swear if she is hurt, Farrar won’t be making it to the compound.”
“No, she’s just afraid,” Damon assured him. “But she isn’t the only one. There’s more, and some of them are claiming to be mates to Warriors in different states.”
That stopped Kane dead in his tracks. “What?”
“Yeah, man,” Damon frowned as they started walking again. “We got more back-up coming to help us out with this.”
Kane reached the containers, his mind whirling with the information Damon had just laid on him. Seeing Charger standing in front of an open container, he headed that way.
“She’s in there alone. She won’t come out, and she screams every time I try to go in.” Charger informed him and then tossed him a set of keys. “Get her out of here, take my car. It’s parked outside the gates around the corner to the left. I’ll catch a ride.”
Nodding Kane put the keys in his pocket. Waiting for Charger to leave, Kane slowly approached the dark container. “Dena,” Kane said, keeping his voice low and controlled. “I’m Kane. Do you remember me? I know your Aunt Monica.”
Silence met his question, but he could see her clearly in the container's dark corner, her knees pulled into her chest and her eyes wide. A knot formed in his throat at the terror he saw in those huge, tear-filled eyes. No child should ever feel this kind of terror, and it tore him apart.
Taking a step inside, he saw her flinch at the noise it made. He knew she could only see an outline of him. He crouched so he didn’t look as threatening.
“I know you’re scared, sweetheart, but I’m here to take you back to Monica,” Kane said, hoping he was getting through to her. “And Knox really wants to play with you again.”
“You promise you’re not a bad man,” her tear-filled whisper reached him, and he melted.
“I promise,” he whispered back, then watched as she wiped her eyes and stood slowly.
She took two steps before she broke out into a run.
Her little footsteps echoed in the container as she ran toward him and flung herself into him.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and held him tight. “I got you,” He whispered as he stood.
Kane turned and walked out of the container, holding the back of her head so she couldn’t see anything.
Never had a job fulfilled him as this moment did.
He had saved many people in his long life, but this hit different.
He walked away from the chaos, trusting his brothers and the Warriors to do what they did.
His job for now was done. Now all that was left was to fulfill the promise he made to Monica and bring Dena back to her.