I haul his lanky body toward the railing and I toss half of his body over. The bastard groans and wakes up. I growl at him, pulling him back against me, and he looks at me, horrified over his shoulder. A cruel smile tugs at my lips, and I grab his face.
“You hurt him for the last time,” I tell him and shove him over.
His hands flail about, trying to catch the air as his body falls over the edge. I step out of sight and listen for the thud. Screams sound out from below before I hear his body splat on the concrete. No way he would survive that fall. We are nearly fifty stories in the sky.
As I walk back into the apartment, the first thing I do is turn the burner off. I don’t want to set this place on flames, no matter how big of a prick Dominic is. I grab my shirt and head for the door.
As soon as I open the door, I find Dominic waiting in the corridor, leaning against the wall.
“You came back,” I tell him.
“Yeah, something delicious about hearing a grown man scream,” Dominic says, pushing off the wall.
I pull my shirt over my head and walk toward the elevator, hitting the button. The doors open, and I step in, and so does Dominic.
“I suppose I should call in the clean-up crew,” he says.
“Yes, the kitchen is filthy,” I tell him. His eyes glaze over as someone mind-links him. The elevators stop, and I head for the main doors when Dominic grabs my arm.
“Fire exit, I will handle the police, but it’s best you aren’t seen leaving out the front. I will have the footage taken care of, too,” he says.
“Why?” I ask as he opens a side door that reads fire exit.
“As I said, I hate child abusers, and I feel responsible for what happened. However, I didn’t think he would hurt his own nephew, but it doesn’t matter why. We are both fathers and werewolves. This can’t get out to the media, Andrei. We aren’t so different, you and I. Now get your son home while I deal with the authorities.” Dominic whispers so no one can hear us.
I give him a sharp nod. “I will see you Tuesday, then.”
“That you will.” He nods, heading toward the front exit.
I walk out and head back to my car. A crowd has formed around his body on the ground further up the street. Police cars line the street, and I cross the road, heading back to the car.
As I climb in, I see that Jonah is asleep, and my father looks at me. “What happened?”
“I took care of it with Dominic’s help,” I tell him.
“He helped you?” My father asks, and I nod.
“Yes, he is bringing Kyan over for a play date on Tuesday,” I tell him, and my father shakes his head, as shocked as I am.
For this once, I believe in Dominic’s words. He seemed genuine and let me trash one of his units.
“Let’s go home.” I mutter as I smile and look over my shoulder. Jonah sleeps in my father’s arms. He is here, safe, and coming home to his family.
“Yes, and you should call Sage. She wouldn’t stop calling us while you were gone.” Malik says.
Sage
Zane and Nora sit with me the entire time while Andrei is gone. I feel nauseous, knowing something is going on, and I don’t know what it was. I can’t sit still while I wait for the phone to ring.
Malik said Andrei went after Clive, but that is all he could tell me because he wasn’t with him.
What if something happened to him? Surely, I will know if something bad happens to Andrei. Mates can feel that sort of thing, but all I feel is his burning hatred and then nothing, but calm through the bond. It unnerves me.
“He is fine, Sage. Andrei can handle himself, and Malik and Derrick have Jonah,” Zane tries to reassure me as I pace nervously in front of the dining table.
I just can’t help it. Not knowing what is going on is worse. My imagination is running rampant and putting terrible thoughts in my head, making me worry.
When the phone rings I practically dive onto the table to retrieve it. My hands are shaking so much I can’t swipe the phone to answer it, so Nora takes it from me. She answers it quickly and hands it back.
“Hello?” My voice is shaking just as terribly as my hands.
“I have him,” comes Andrei’s voice through the phone, and it is like a ton of weight is lifted off my shoulders upon hearing his voice.
He is okay, my Jonah is okay. I slide down the pantry door to the cold floor. Now, I can breathe again.
“Sage, are you there?” Andrei asks as worry laces his words.
“Yes, I am here. Malik said you went after Clive. I have been so sick with worry,” I tell him.
“I know, I could feel you. I am on my way home with Jonah,” Andrei says, and I feel tears prick at the edge of my eyes.
“And he is okay?” I ask.
“Yes, he has a few bruises, but he is okay, love. We’ll be home in a couple of hours, try to get some sleep,” he says as if I can even manage that.
I let out a breath. I just want them home where I can see for myself that they are both safe, not that I doubt Andrei, but seeing is believing.
“I will try,” I lie, knowing that won’t happen.
He chuckles softly, and my heart pinches at the sound. “You are a terrible liar. You know I can feel you, right? I will see you soon. I love you, Sage.”
“I love you too. Can I speak to Jonah?” I ask him.
“He is asleep. You will see him soon,” Andrei tells me, and I nod before I realize he can’t see me.
“Ok, hurry home but drive safely,” I tell him.
“See you soon,” he replies, and then the phone goes dead. I rest my head on the pantry door. Nora is watching me, standing by my feet.
“See, he is fine” she yawns, and I feel bad that she is still awake because of me. The entire pack is awake. The night turned into a mess, but I’m just relieved I am getting Jonah back.
Eventually, I convince Zane and Nora to go home. Once they leave, I clean, because I have nothing else to do. Then, I make Jonah a nice bed on the couch and remind myself it’s time to set up a bedroom for our boy.