“My uncle’s boss, Farrar or Farrell, is the one with the money. My uncle doesn’t have that kind of cash or a car.” The guy said quickly. “He asked me if I had any buddies who wanted to make some fast cash, told me what we had to do, and we did it.”
Rage filled him at the mention of the name Farrar. Fuck this was not good, not good at all. “Were you ordered to run her off the road for money?”
“No,” Green shirt said, then glared at dickhead. “That was Mike’s idea. He wanted to scare her. We were just supposed to follow her and report, like I said. Not even my uncle would go for hurting a female, and neither would I.”
“Me neither,” the mute one said, gaining Kane’s attention.
“He talks,” Kane snorted, then looked back at green shirt. “Have you been following her before my men took you?”
“No,” he shook his head. “About a week ago, my uncle called and said to stop.”
“Why?” Kane’s eyes narrowed, watching the guy closely. He would know if he was lying.
“I don’t know,” The guy looked Kane square in the eyes. “Really, I don’t know.”
“What’s your uncle’s name?” Kane asked, looking at the two-way, but when the guy didn’t answer, his attention snapped to him. “What in the fuck is your uncle’s name?!”
“Mason Wills.” The guy supplied quickly.
“Thought you didn’t give two fucks about names.” The dickhead decided to open his smartass mouth.
“He isn’t dead yet, so his name is relevant.” Kane landed a punch to the side of the assholes head before he turned and headed out of the room.
Ripping off the mask, he went into the room where Charger was leaning against the wall. “Who’s Farrar?”
“Monica’s new boss,” Kane said, followed by a string of curses.
“Hey, that’s a good thing...isn’t it?” Charger said, watching Kane closely. A little too closely. “I mean, you are just using her to get to Griffen. She’s just collateral, right? Isn’t that what you always say?”
“Watch yourself, Charger,” Kane warned, not in the mood for Charger’s bullshit.
“Holy shit,” Charger smiled, his smile so wide his fangs gleamed. “A female finally got under your skin. I have never seen you lose control like you just did in the interrogation room. Only aprotective alpha acts that way when his woman is threatened. Ladies, the player is finally off the market.”
“Fuck you, Charger,” Kane pulled on his jacket, glaring at him as he opened the door. “Call Sloan and see if he has room for those three. I don’t need them running and telling that assholes uncle about this.”
“What do I look like? Your bitch boy?” Charger growled.
Kane looked over his shoulder, “Yes,” He turned to leave, but Charger stopped him.
“Hey!”
Stopping, he looked back through the door. “What?!”
“Did Steve get your IDs to you?” Charger asked just as Val and Creed walked in.
“No,” Kane frowned, then cursed. “Fuck, he’s heading to Monica’s brothers, isn’t he?”
“If that’s the address you gave me, then yes, he is.” Charger laughed, shaking his head. “Guess your girl is going to get the Steve treatment until you get there.”
“His girl?” Creed snorted, looking at Kane. “Which one?”
“Shut the fuck up, Creed,” Kane growled.
“Does thisgirlknow your past?” Creed asked, one brow cocked in that smug way that made Kane want to put him through a wall. “Because when she finds out and kicks you straight to the curb, I call first dibs. Wait—blonde, redhead, or brunette? Hard to keep up with your tastes. You’ve had ’em all.”
“Fuck you guys,” Kane muttered, flipping Charger off when he started laughing again. Dark Guardians were the biggest jackasses on the planet. He made a mental note then and there:Monica is never meeting these idiots.
He jogged out of the building and headed for his bike, trying to shove down the rage still simmering from interrogating those assholes. But he had a more urgent problem now… saving Monica from Steve.