Two hours later Wulf was playing pool with Bjarni when his phone rang, looking at the screen he saw Draco’s name as the caller.

“Yeah!” he answered.

“We are on our way. We got the fucker that was taking photos of us. Is everyone still there?” Wulf could hear the anger in Draco’s voice. Draco was a mean motherfucker when crossed, his brothers and his club were everything to him, when any of them were threatened he would give his all to neutralize the threat.

“Yes.”

“Good, prepare the cell. We are bringing what’s left of this maggot with us!” After disconnecting Wulf captured Caelius’s eye. Caelius moved from where he was leaning against the bar, towards Wulf, as if that was his intention all along.

“Prepare the cell. Draco is bringing company should be here in a few minutes.” Caelius turned and headed into the back of the compound. Bjarni was leaning against the pool table with his arms crossed looking at Wulf. When Wulf nodded Bjarni tensed, he seemed to grow. His gaze roamed around the area but he didn’t move.

A few minutes later Draco walked into the bar area followed by Brandr and Celmund, dragging a guy who seemed to be unconscious. At their entrance, everyone settled down. As they got to the middle of the bar Draco turned, motioning for Brandr and Celmund to stop.

“Wake him up!” he grunted.

Bion walked over from the bar with a jug of water and tossed the water in the guy’s face. The guy awoke spluttering. “What’s going on?” Tina, one of the Jezebels, asked from behind the bar.

Without turning towards her Draco responded. “It’s good that you ask. You see Tina, someone here has been feeding our rival MC information about us. We intercepted a message that was sent to this guy’s phone earlier on from here.” There were a few gasps. “So we decided to bring him along to join the rat that has been among us.”

“What do you think Pamela?” At Draco’s words everyone looked around as no one was called Pamela among them, but one was creeping towards the back door that led to the interior of the compound. Draco motioned with his head for her.

At Burkhart’s sudden movement the woman gasped and tried to run, but he was faster than her. Taking hold of her around her waist from behind, he lifted her off the floor. “Put me down! What are you doing?” she screamed kicking her legs, but Burkhart had a solid hold of her. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“Bitch. You were trying to get information from me earlier on.” When Wulf saw that Pamela was Sonia as they knew her, his blood started boiling. He started moving forward, all he could think about was getting his hands around her neck and squeezing, but Draco intercepted him, placing his hand on his chest.

“Not yet.” He spoke quietly but Wulf heard him. “Burkhart take her. Him too.” Burkhart, Celmund and Brandr moved towards the back of the compound at Draco’s orders. The brothers from the other chapter went back to their conversation at their table; the whores were in a circle talking. The other brothers had gone back to doing what they were doing before, but there was tension between them that wasn’t there before. 

Wulf knew all the men were wanting payback for the attack. Knowing that the rat in their midst had been caught, took a weight off his shoulders. He was going to go and check up on Jas then Draco, Bjarni and he were going to have a heart to heart with these two.

After checking on Jas and finding her still fast asleep Wulf was tempted to lie down with her until morning but he had to get information. Only then would he feel more at peace about keeping his woman safe. Kissing her on her forehead, he left knowing that for now at least she was safe. 

Walking into the area right at the back of the compound where the cell was located Wulf found Draco and Bjarni already there. Bjarni was leaning against the wall arms crossed, anyone that looked at him would think he was relaxed but Wulf knew better. There was a rage in his eyes that was palpable. Wulf could relate to that, he was holding onto his rage by a thread.

“The photos we found, who else has seen them?” Draco was asking the man, who had been chained to the wall. The chains had been forged to withhold an Elementals strength, therefore no human could break them. Wulf could see the bruises on his face from before he had arrived, his left eye was also swollen shut. When the guy didn’t respond quickly enough for Draco, he punched him in the stomach, making him grunt.

“Who else?” he asked again.

“No one … I was supposed … to meet someone tomorrow.” The guy stuttered.

“Who were you meeting with?”

“I don’t know, I was just given a name and a location.”

“Where were you going to meet?”

“At the market. I don’t know anything else. I have told you everything I know. They hired me to follow you every time Pamela phoned, after that I was supposed to follow and take photos of you guys then report. They phoned me every week and booked a time and place to meet. It’s never the same place.” The way the guy was wheezing told Wulf that at least one of the fucker’s ribs were broken.

Draco looked at Wulf nodding towards a black backpack that was propped against the wall in the corner. Picking up the backpack Wulf looked inside finding files on each one of them. There were photos of them from the last two weeks. There were also notes about things that happened day to day. There were photos taken of them inside the compound that could only have been taken by Pamela and sent to this piece of Shit.

Looking towards the cot where Sonia or Pamela whatever her name was sitting, Wulf could feel the rage coursing throughout his body. This woman was responsible for the break into the compound and Jas getting hurt, he wanted to put his hands around her neck and squeeze for the pain that Jas went through.

“Hold her,” Wulf said to Bjarni.

“I don’t know anything. What are you doing? Take your hands off me.” Bjarni had one hand holding her hair firmly, straining her neck back and the other holding her hands behind her back. Standing directly in front of her, she glared at Wulf, but Bjarni wasn’t letting her move.

“Why?” Wulf asked of her, when she didn’t answer, Bjarni strained her neck further back.

“I needed the money asshole!” she screamed.

“You did this for money? You ratted us all out because of money!” Wulf’s last words came out in a growl, he was so disgusted with this woman. “How long have you been giving them information on us?”

“Since that bitch of yours came to the compound!” she spat. Wulf’s eyes turned a dark amethyst, he took hold of her neck squeezing.

“You don’t talk about my Old Lady like that. You don’t talk about her at all.” At her gasps for air, Wulf let her go, noticing the red finger prints on her neck, which would bruise.

“How do you know them?”

“One night when I got home there was this guy sitting in my living room. He told me what he wanted and that I could either cooperate and they would pay me well or he could kill me.” She glared at Wulf as she responded.

Draco, Bjarni and I carried on drilling them for a couple of hours until they had more answers and there wasn’t much left of them.

When Wulf managed to make his way back to Jas it was nearly daybreak. He just wanted to crawl into bed and hold her against him, to relieve the rage that was still coursing through his body from the interrogation. Soon he would have to get up again. He and his brothers were going to go and burn down what was left of the location where they had found the photos.

“Wulf!” Jas murmured snuggling up to his back.

“Shh! Angel, go back to sleep,” he murmured nuzzling her neck, her warm body cuddled against him and her raspberry scent enveloping him, calmed his rage.

Three hours later, Wulf and Jas made their way to the kitchen to have breakfast. All the others were already gathered there. Gloria was standing by the stove making pancakes. There was a large batch already by the table that most of the men were scoffing down. Gloria, even though a Jezebel, wasn’t like the others. She was friendly and always asked if Jas needed help when she was cooking or cleaning. She also kept away from Wulf which made Jas like her more than the others who would still look at him and sometimes draw close to him. But he would always send them away. Jas could feel the tension; the guys were all quiet, eating their breakfast. Even Ceric was in his own little world not trying to joke around, or making out with one of the Jezebels.

After breakfast, all the guys made their way to the garage to prepare to leave. Jas walked next to Wulf holding his hand until they reached his bike. “Stay safe Angel, Celmund is in charge while we’re all gone. Listen to him, okay.” She nodded, lifting onto her tiptoes, she kissed Wulf lightly on the lips but he wasn’t about to let her go. Encircling her with his arms, he lifted her by the waist kissing her deeply. The noise of the others around them vanished into the background; only his arms around her, his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth and his body flush with hers, was real at that moment. When Wulf finally lifted his head, she heard the cat calls and whistling. Blushing, she hid her face against his chest.

“Enough, Assholes!” he growled, but Jas could tell that he wasn’t upset.

“Be careful,” she pleaded, as he mounted his bike, he acknowledged her with a nod starting his bike, he looked behind her to Celmund.

“Take care of her,” and then he was off with all the others.