On a burst of rage, he threw his fist out, winging it hard and catching whatever he did.
A massive glass jar of olives.
The thing shattered, juice going everywhere, those little eyelike rollers hitting the floor and making bids for freedom in all directions.
Lash stomped back into the kitchen and went over to Mr. D. As that bloody mouth started working again, the pitiful struggle was positively nauseating.
Reaching over the counter, Lash extracted a Henckels, palmed the hilt, and sank down. "Did you tell them anything?"
As Mr. D shook his head, Lash stared down into the guy's eyes. The whites were darkening to a gray shade and the pupils had dilated to the point where there was almost no iris. However, although he appeared to be on the brink of demise, left on his own, Mr. D would languish and rot forever in this condition. There was only one way to "kill" him.
"Are you sure?" Lash murmured. "Even when they pulled your arms out of those sockets?"
Mr. D's mouth moved, the gurgling sounds like wet dog food falling out of a can.
With a revolted curse, Lash stabbed the empty chest of that lesser, getting rid of at least that part of the mess. The pop and flash both faded quickly and then Lash shut himself in, locking the back door before heading up for the second floor once again.
It took him a half hour to pack his clothes, and as he muscled six Prada duffels down the stairs, he couldn't remember when he'd ever had to carry his own luggage.
After lining up his load out on the back step, he set the security alarm, locked up, and shuffled his shit to the Mercedes.
As he drove away, he hated the idea of returning to that fucking ranch. But at the moment, he was out of options--and had other things to fucking worry about rather than where he stayed.
He needed to find Xhex. If she'd been on her own, there was no way she could have gone far. She'd been too weak. So the Brotherhood had to have her.
Jesus Christ. . . with his father showing up at one a. m. for the induction, he had to get her back fast. Either that or find someone he could make do with.
The knock that woke John up was a real knuckle-bouncer, loud as a gun.
The instant he heard it, he was totally upright. As he rubbed his eyes, he whistled a "come in" and prayed it was nothing but Qhuinn with a tray of First Meal.
The door wasn't opened.
John frowned and dropped his hands.
Shifting to his feet, he grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them up to his hips, then went over and. . . Wrath was standing in the doorway with George by his side, and he was not alone. The boys and Rehvenge were with him, as were all of the other Brothers, including Tohr.
Oh. . . God. . . no.
His hands signed fast even as his heart stopped dead. Where was the body found?
"She's alive," Rehvenge answered as he held out a phone. "I just got the message. Hit four. "
John took a second to internalize the information. Then he snapped the cell out of the male's hand and punched the key. There was a beep and then. . .
Holy shit. . . her voice. Her voice.
"Rehv. . . I'm out. I got out. " There was a low, deep sigh. "I'm okay. I'm intact. I'm out. " Long pause. To the point that John was about to check to see if the--"I need some time. I'm safe. . . but I'm not coming back for a little while. I need some time. Tell everyone. . . tell. . . everyone. I'll be in touch. " Another pause and then her voice grew strong to the point of anger. "As soon as I can. . . Lash is mine. Do you understand me? No one takes him out but me. "
The message ended.
John hit four again and listened.
After the second time, he handed the thing back to Rehv and met those amethyst eyes head-on. He was well aware Rehv had been around Xhex for years and years. Knew the guy shared not just experience with her but the symphath blood that in many ways changed everything. Knew that the male was older and wiser and all that shit.
But the bonded male in John put them on equal footing when it came to her.
And then some.