Tattooed Luna

Chapter 417

“I doubt that. You don’t look like he touched you at all.” Greg, another guy in the room said. “I say you are rooting for the other team. I’m not buying it.”

“Just because your wolf isn’t capable of healing you doesn’t mean mine is weak. When have any of my injuries lasted more than 24 hours. Look at my gunshot.” Standing up, I pulled up my shirt to show them where I got shot. The bruising was gone and it was almost a

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“Gunther has always had this freaky fast healing and now he has a mate.” Timothy waved me off as he poured himself a drink.

“I’m done with the pi ssing contest. Anyone want to step outside and see if you can stand against me?” Narrowing my eyes, I looked at them all. No one spoke up or even looked me in the eye.

“You boys need to get some sleep. Gunther, come to my office.” Vin stood up and walked out the study with his drink. Grabbing mine, I poured myself another glass and followed him out.

“Watch your back. Vin won’t always be here to protect you.” I heard someone whisper just as I was about out of the room. Turning back. around, my eyes landed on Greg. He wasn’t even prepared for my fist to break a few teeth but he found out pretty quickly that I didn’t lack. any strength. Even when holding some alcohol.

“Serves you right.” Another guy said but I was done listening. Walking out, I made it to Vin’s office before he sat down.

“What took you so long?” Vin asked as I shut the door.

“Reminded Greg of his place.”

“Can’t say I blame him.” Vin looked at me and turned in his seat.

“I haven’t lied to you, you know that.” Vin had this way of just knowing when someone was lying to him. At times, it was really unnerving but mostly I found it incredibly helpful. This was not one of those times.

“True, I would know.”

“What job do you have for me?” I asked when he didn’t continue talking.

Vin pulled out a vanilla envelope and handed it to me. Taking it and opening it, my eyes landed on an average joe. Nothing was special about this man. He was average height around 5’11”, 180 lbs and had brown hair and brown eyes. If I had passed him on the street, I wouldn’t have thought about it at all. His name was Tony Garcia. No. known residency or number.

“Who’s this?” I asked after looking at the very short file.

“That is the key to Alpha Brian’s success. I assume Colt is using him

as well.”

“You mean a spy.” I said flatly.

“Call him what you want but this is the man they call to do surveillance and report back. My guess, this is how Colt has ki about part of the s hit. The other part is that f ucking c ockr oach Z Assuming he is alive too, we will need to find him and kill him. However, this man is priority.”

“How did you find him?” I asked, a little shocked but not surprised. All Alphas have someone do the dirty work for them.

“I have my ways, you know that.”

“You want him dead.” I continued.

“I want him dead but recognizable. I want to deliver him to Alpha Colt

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“Do we know where is likes to hang out?” I asked.

“There is a little hole in the wall bar about thirty minutes from the packs. Address is on the next sheet. That’s all I have but given he is. doing work around Colt’s pack and the surrounding towns, that would be a good place to start.

“Kara and I will leave tomorrow to travel back and -”

“No.” Vin interrupted.

“No?” I looked at him confused.

“Kara will stay here. Call it… insurance. You complete this job for me and I’ll believe you are back on my side. Fail, and I’ll kill Kara after I have fun with her. If you are lucky, I won’t make you watch.”

“That’s f ucking b ull s hit and you know it.” I was f ucking p issed. How dare he! After all I had done for him, this was how he was going to

treat me.

“You don’t have a choice. Either complete the task or you both die.

anytime I

Kara is not leaving here on. I suggest you find himkly.

The longer I am waiting, the more impatient I become.”

I f ucking hated Vin. This is why I wanted out. He forced people stuff for him. Never getting his own hands dirty. Hitting you whe hurts and making you put your life on the line while he sat back an downed scotch. If Colt didn’t kill him, I would. Part of me wanted to right now but I wouldn’t even make it around his desk before he would have me pinned against the wall.