Chapter 562 Chapter 562
A snapping sound told her that the seams of the crate had given way to his brute strength. He slid out of the box so fast, she was crushed into the side of it in the process. A large hand reached in and grabbed her ankle and pulled her free of the cold box.
Squinting, she tried to adjust the bright light. A movement out of the corner of her eye, had her grab for a gun that wasn’t there. “Watch out.” She slid off the truck to the ground, ready to take on the man that was rushing at them.
Griffin spun around and caught the assailant by the throat as he launched himself at them.
Blaise paused and noticed that he was much larger, even more so than when they had been at Raquel’s when he’d gotten upset.
The man struggled against the hold, then dangled in mid-air, his body swinging like a ragdoll as Griffin walked toward a tree. When he reached it, he slammed the guy back against it, once, twice, and then released him. The man dropped to the ground and didn’t move.
“One down,” she reported.
“Good work,” Tripp answered.
“Save some for us, please,” Amari pleaded.
“I didn’t do it, Griffin just beat him against a tree.” She smirked. It was entertaining and beyond what she could ever hope to do.
“Griffin, keep the bear in check. We don’t have time for a run through the bush to find you.” Noah’s tone was emotionless.
“Mmm,” was the only reply Griffin gave.
Blaise looked around, “small cabin, no other cars,” she reported. “I don’t know how many more there are.”
“Two,” Griffin growled and then started walking toward the cabin.
“Well, shit,” Blaise took off after him. He wasn’t even wearing his boots. “Uh, we’re going in the cabin after the other two.” She looked around as she went for anything she could use as a weapon. If he burst in and they tranq’d him, she’d be on her own against the other two.
“Drop me here, and I’ll keep watch for company,” Noah said.
That meant they had to be close. If they got her too, at least Tripp and his mate would storm in and save them both from being dragged off—again.
Griffin ripped the door right off the cabin and went inside.
As she reached it, she heard a large crash and darted into the building ready to fight. Griffin stood holding a wooden table in two hands and the men lay on the floor unconscious.
“That’s one way to do it.” She hurried over. “Go grab the other one; we’ll tie them up. Tripp find out what we’re doing with them.”
He chortled, “standing order is to put them down if they’re a threat.”
Blaise grabbed the curtain; maybe she could tie them up with it. “they’re not much of a threat right now. We should tag this location, so Illias can find out who it belongs to.”
“We can do that,” Tripp told her.
“We don’t want to know how they knew where we were?” She had no qualms about putting them down for good, but she wanted answers too.
“Same rats that have been betraying us all along, I imagine,” Amari said in a venomous tone.
Blaise paused to check out the one’s face. It was swollen and bleeding. All of it. “I think you smashed this one’s face in, Griffin.”
“What did he hit him with?” Tripp sounded like he was running now.
Blaise glanced at the table on the floor on its side. “A table.”
“Oh damn.”
Griffin came through the door dragging the other one by the back of his jacket and dropped him beside the other two.
Blaise lifted coats to see if any of them wore a belt. “I think we need to take one back and find out how they found us.”
“Since when are you the voice of reason? How are we looking, Noah?”
“All clear so far,” Noah replied. “What if they have trackers in them?”
Blaise looked to see Griffin standing looking out the door. He still hadn’t grabbed his boots. He was going to want them once his anger settled and his animal wasn’t pumping out the heat. “They tranq’d me, I want to know.” She answered.
“Well, you are much bigger than last we saw you. Love the white streaks, they’re a statement.”
Blaise looked up at Amari’s words, then moved over to the window to see Tripp and Amari standing outside the cabin, both with guns in their hands but not pointed at Griffin. Yet.
She hurried over and skirted around his large frame to look up at him. “They’re on the same side you’re on now, Griffin.”
“We’re the good guys,” Tripp said with a smirk.
“Breathe through it, Griffin, they got you out of Aiden’s prison.” Noah reminded.
Blaise put her hand on his chest and patted it a few times. “Why don’t you go find your boots and look in the truck for my stuff.”
His chest rose and fell a few more times before he finally nodded and stepped around her.
Amari and Tripp stepped back and turned their whole bodies to follow the direction he went, guns still in their hands.
When he was far enough away, Blaise pointed to her ear and then pressed the comm button, so anything she said wouldn’t be broadcasted to the others. Griffin could probably hear them, but she was sure he knew a lot more than he’d ever share.
Tripp and Amari both turned off the mic on their comms.
“Damn,” Tripp gave her a gobsmacked look, then glanced in the direction that Griffin had gone. “What did you feed him?”
Blaise rolled her eyes at that, “they had him taking meds to suppress his animal all these years.”
“Does he shift?” Amari scanned the treeline, moving just her eyes.
“Does he need to? He just took out two guys with a dining room table. I don’t think I want to see his bear if the man is that size.” Tripp checked all around them.
“Devin says tag it, grab ID and phones, and put them down. Disable the truck, then get back to the hotel; we’re moving out.” Noah stated over the comms.
Amari grinned and walked toward the cabin. “I got this.”
Tripp had the expression of a besotted idiot on his face as he watched her walk away.
“What did you guys drive here? Will all of us fit?” She had no problem shifting and running all the way back.
Tripped jerked his head to look back at her, “just as long as the bear doesn’t get any ideas, we will fit.”
“The bear has a lot of ideas,” Griffin said in a more normal voice as he walked toward them, his boots in his hand. He wasn’t as large now, but the expression on his face said he was barely containing the need to go inside and tear those men into tiny bite-size pieces.
“As long as they’re for our side, have at it.” Tripp saluted him and then went into the cabin.
“Thanks for getting us out of there.” Blaise had no problem thanking a person when they saved her hide.
Griffin shrugged, “apparently, my bear is part superman.” He smirked briefly and then looked down at his boots. “I need bigger boots.”