Chapter 14
Arsenial
I sit back and start filtering through his scandals. This guys is a fucking moron. It looks like Baby has taken it upon herself to babysit this idiot. He’s entitled with no real personality outside of his money. Money that she ensures never runs out. What the hell is about this guy that she find so damn interesting. It has to be some self-esteem shit. Maybe she to piss off the old man for disowning her. Whatever the case, it isn’t very pleasant to see in permanent letters across the internet. This man has over six hundred million followers on almost all his platforms.
I don’t understand why he hasn’t been put in a rehabilitation home with the number of times he’s been arrested with drugs on his person. Or all the other dumb shit he’s pulled. He should be in prison.
I finally find something interesting. A police report from two years ago in California. The police report says it was a robbery gone wrong. The truth is a lot more sensational if you ask me. A rogue. She dated a rogue who was brutally murdered and tossed into the police station bin, where he was held moments after he was released. An anonymous account posted his $ 680,000 bail.
I take a deep dive into the coroner files until I get to the good stuff. He’s covered in bruises and cuts. The cuts were not deep enough to kill him, and they were done with silver so that he couldn’t heal. His hands were cut off and his vocals were fucked from how much he screamed. What killed him was the extensive damage to the back of his skull. It looks like damage done by a boot, as if someone stomped on his head repeatedly.
The body was wrapped in a black trash bag when it was discovered by a homeless man looking to score. The body was cleaned and carefully packaged for the cops to find. Zander was investigated, but the case went cold because he had been in the hospital along with his entire family at the time. She was never questioned because no one knew she had been involved other than Zander Thorne.
There it is. The common denominator between the two of us. Blood. No wonder she’s got this princess shit down to a fucking dime. It’s the perfect mask. There’s a little monster raging inside of her. Under all that, perfection is the predator that Vince lacks. Does he know that? Is that why, when they split up, she was the one who was sacrificed?
What did little teenage Violetta do to be tossed out of the pack the way she was? It had to have been a huge fuck up on her behalf because Alphas don’t throw out their daughters like that. Especially ones with the skills and determination this one has.
Maybe I’m overthinking it. It could be that they did something to her that made her want to leave. It wouldn’t make sense for her to be here after all this time. Why would she come back to the place that tossed her out like she meant nothing? I wouldn’t. My pride as an alpha wouldn’t allow it.
“Why are you looking into the hunters?” Dallas, my beta, walks into my office space with an energy drink. He places it on my coaster and looks over the coroner’s files. “Oof, who did this fucking idiot piss off?”
“You’re not going to believe me, man. I’m having a hard time processing it myself.”
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Chapter 14
This took work. She carefully planned this out and got very creative when she finally got to execute her plan-everything, from the torture to the kill and the perfect iron-clad alibi. It was all executed professionally. It’s not the first time she had done it, and it probably wasn’t the last time she did it.
Violetta Wilde’s reputation might not be exaggerated. That’s unsettling now that she’s back in the packlands. This city might just be saved by a monster bigger than any of us already here. There is no way this girl is going to play by our rules,
“Who?” he laughs.
“Vincent’s twin sister. The missing alpha girl. She’s back.”
“You’re kidding,” he zooms into the brutality of the mangled body. “What’s it have to do with the hunter?”
“She’s in love with him. Just loading up my arsenal.”
There’s no way in hell she can deny it. You don’t kill like this for just anyone. This asshole upset her and her human. She had to end it with the most romantic fucking love letters known to us all. Death to those who disrespect what is ours.
“What are we doing?” he grins.
“Let’s wait. I want to see what they do now that they’ve been reunited.”
“Who is she anyway?”
“Violetta Wilde,” I answer.
“Wait, isn’t she like four-eleven? It says this guy is six-four,” he laughs. He zooms in on the picture of her and Zander at a charity event. “This girl?” he points at the pretty princess looking back at us with the smile of an innocent little socialite. “That girl did all of this?”
“Yeah.” I knew there was something off about her.
I laugh, taking in the information. This little psycho could have ended me if she had not been my mate and no one would have known what the fuck happened to me. I want to see her now more than ever. I’ve wanted to know my mate my entire life. It was starting to look like I was never going to find her. That maybe after all the shit I’ve done, I was deemed unworthy of having something that truly belonged to me.
“The shipment is short,” Dallas snaps me back to reality. I look up at him. “Roger is waiting for us at the docks. How would you like to proceed?”
“Where is Darius?” I ask.
“Still there.”
“Fuck,” I growl annoyed. It looks like Baby is going to have to wait until tomorrow. And just like that my night is fucking ruined. “Let’s go. Grab the rope.”
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