Chapter 177
Eventually, I get control of my wolf enough to leave the private room
Only because I threatened to leave and not confront Ryker if my wolf didn’t calm the h ell down.
I don’t know how my wolf believes me when I barely believe myself.
I take the elevator down to the basement where the illegal gambling hall is set up.
When I arrive, I find it crowded, cigar smoke hanging heavy in the air, along with the scent of expensive
liquor.
Money is changing hands.
Entire fortunes being won and lost in a single hand.
I walk slowly, carefully through the room, searching for Ryker, hoping he is still here and I haven’t
missed my chance to finally
exact my revenge.
Finally, I spot him, lounging against the bar, talking to another wolf who I know is involved with running
some of the US arm of the Old Country Wolves’ illegal business dealings.
Ryker sees me and grins, like he’s just been waiting for me to turn up.
He excuses himself from the guy he’s talking to, then abandons his drink on the bar and walks away.
I follow him at length, not catching up with him, even though he’s strolling along like he’s not in a hurry.
We both know I can’t and won’t do anything in a room full of humans.
Ryker takes the stairs instead of the elevator, and I keep following him.
It urs to me he could be leading me into a trap, a dozen of his guys waiting for Ryker to lead me
straight to them.
But I’m so furious, I’m practically seeing red and right now I’m so filled with restless agitation and rage
that I could take on twenty of Ryker’s guys at once and barely break a sweat.
Eventually, we reach ground level and Ryker walks out a side door into an alley.
Yep, definitely the sort of ce to set up an ambush.
He walks to the end of the alley where the light doesn’t quite reach and then turns to face me.
“I heard you were looking for me, Alpha Rathborn,” he says, pulling his cuffs straight and then holding
his hands wide. “Well, here I am. So what exactly do you want?”
“It’s simple,” I reply, letting my wolf surge up to start the shift. “I’m going to ki ll you.”
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Eventually, I get control of my wolf enough to leave the private room
Only because I threatened to leave and not confront Ryker if my wolf didn’t colm the he ll down.
I don’t know how my wolf believes me when I barely believe myself,
I take the elevator down to the basement where the illegal gambling hall is set up.
When I arrive, I find it crowded, cigar smoke hanging heavy in the air, along with the scent of expensive
liquor.
Money is changing hands
Entire fortunes being won and lost in a single hand.
I walk slowly, carefully through the room, searching for Ryker, hoping he is still here and I haven’t
missed my chance to finally exact my revenge.
Finally, I spot him, lounging against the bar, talking to another wolf who I know is involved with running
some of the US arm of the Old Country Wolves’ illegal business dealings.
Ryker sees me and grins, like he’s just been waiting for me to turn up
He excuses himself from the guy he’s talking to, then abandons his drink on the bar and walks away.
I follow him at length, not catching up with him, even though he’s strolling along like he’s not in a hurry.
We both know I can’t and won’t do anything in a room full of humans.
Ryker takes the stairs instead of the elevator, and I keep following him.
It urs to me he could be leading me into a trap, a dozen of his guys waiting for Ryker to lead me
straight to them.
But I’m so furious, I’m practically seeing red and right now I’m so filled with restless agitation and rage
that I could take on twenty of Ryker’s guys at once and barely break a sweat.
Eventually, we reach ground level and Ryker walks out a side door into an alley.
Yep, definitely the sort of ce to set up an ambush.
He walks to the end of the alley where the light doesn’t quite reach and then turns to face me.
“I heard you were looking for me, Alpha Rathborn,” he says, pulling his cuffs straight and then holding
his hands wide. “Well, here I am. So what exactly do you want?”
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“It’s simple,” I reply, letting my wolf surge up to start the shift. “I’m going to ki ll you.”