Primal Pursuit

Chapter

Twelve

DAVIAN

KissingRabbit opened a door I can’t close.

One time led to a million, and each taste of that soft, sweet mouth made me want more.Makesme want more.

All of her.

Shit. I need to stop thinking about kissing her. It’s like I crossed a line I don’t quite get. But it disturbs me, digs under my skin, and?—

“Want to pay attention, Davian?” Alexius asks.

Tobias snickers. He’s a really awful priest. Honestly, I’d excommunicate him if I was in charge. Then again, I’d have to be a priest or the pope. Assistant pope? I’m not up on my Catholic shit. But seriously. Terrible. “He’s mooning over a girl.”

I send him my darkest look. “Jackass.”

“What girl?” Gabriel looks about with interest.

I fold my arms and nod at Nicoli, ignoring Gabriel and Tobias. “I’m paying attention. The Lazlo Group has a nice little girl trafficking ring. Eastern Europe. Luring them with promises of working in the UK and the States.Visas, good jobs, the dangle of fucking money. Same-old, same-old.”

Alexius fixes his gaze. We don’t often get an audience with the head honcho himself. Usually, it’s Nicoli who takes care of business that involves the Elite. Alexius prefers to keep Dark Sovereign matters behind closed doors at their estate—a room designated for the main five. We’re not welcome there. No one is. That room is for Dark Sovereign members only. Del Rossa blood. Alexius, Nicoli, Caelian, and Isaia are born Del Rossas. The fifth member, Maximo, might not have Del Rossa blood pumping through his veins, but he’s as much a Del Rossa as the rest of them.

So, when Alexius joins us here at Myth for a little get-together, you can be sure as fuck that shit’s about to hit the fan. Add Caelian, Isaia, and Maximo to the mix, and you know we’ve got ourselves a problem. They’re all here sitting around the table like gods.

In our world, they are gods.

Alexius clears his throat. “We have a problem, and we need to take care of it.”

We’re not the fucking cops, and we don’t poke noses in things that don’t concern us, especially when they’re across an ocean.

I tap my finger on the table. “They’re scratching our balls, aren’t they?”

Gabriel nods. “Some girls are landing here and straight into some nightmare situations.”

“Our turf, our problem.” Nicoli, who sits next to Alexius, hands me a dossier.

I open it and sort of wish I didn’t. “That’s fucked up,” I say, closing the file and pinching the bridge of my nose.

“That fucker has a special corner in hell waiting for him.” Tobias meets my gaze. “Send him there slowly, Davian.”

“Jesus,” I mutter. “How old is she?”

“Was. And…” Gabriel shrugs, but a muscle in his jaw ticks, his eyes cold as ice. “Eleven. Dumped her body like trash. Motherfuckers.”

I know he’s thinking of his wife, Kallie, and what happened to her. I don’t have all the details, but I know enough to know that this has to fuck with his head big time.

“We take it out at the source.” I don’t even bother framing it as a question. “Take out all the main players of the operation. We’ll need to coordinate with allies. I can kill the top players and pick off the nastiest customers, but we have to clean up. Shit like this has a lot of moving parts. We taking out all of them, or some?”

“Some.” Alexius doesn’t sound happy. “There are those who operate just as ports. They bring other things in.”

“You need to figure out who we’re keeping and who we’re getting rid of.” It’s a little more complicated than that, but this part isn’t my arena. It’s theirs. I take the contracts and conduct the hits. Politics, teams, and all that shit is Dark Sovereign business.

I slide out the bottom file and flick through the photos and slim dossiers of each of the people they need me to kill.

Three in the States. One in Canada, and the rest in the UK and Europe.