Pride
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That rotten bastard wouldn’t rest until he had every eligible tabby in the country barefoot and pregnant, married off to one of his easily manipulated sons, making him the most powerful Alpha on the Territorial Council.
“Damn it!” I snapped as Parker joined Ethan in the doorway, probably drawn by the sharp tone of my voice. “If someone doesn’t stand up to him, we’re gonna wake up one day and discover that we need Calvin Malone’s permission to take a piss in our own territory.” Michael sighed over my crude phrasing, but I ignored him. “How long is he going to get away with this?”
“As long as he’s able to retain the appearance of the moral high ground. He couches everything he does in the letter of the law, so we can’t even argue about his less-than-honorable intentions.”
Michael was right, of course, and that was the whole problem. Malone hadn’t actually broken any rules—not that we had proof of, anyway—so there was nothing we could do to stop him until he messed up. In the meantime, we seemed to be handing him screwup after screwup, and an uncomfortable number of those instances could be laid at my paws.
“Well, that’s gonna change. He’s going to make a mistake sooner or later, and we’re gonna hang him with it.” Assuming he didn’t get his hands on our noose first.
I sighed, and stood when the oven timer went off. “When are they taking Manx’s claws?”
Parker scowled as I passed him. He must not have heard that part of the call.
“Tonight,” Michael said, as I slipped a thick mitt over my free hand and pulled open the oven door, flooding the room with the scents of butter and garlic. “Bert’s doctor is coming to do it, and we’re leaving for the ranch in the morning. Dr. Carver will follow up with Manx there.”
I pulled an aluminum baking sheet from the top rack and set it on a towel I’d spread over on the countertop.
“If you haven’t found Marc by then, Vic and I will join the search.”
“Thanks.” I wanted to insist we wouldn’t need them by then, but I didn’t want to jinx our efforts.
I hung up as Parker scooped huge piles of pasta onto paper plates, but when I sat down in front of my dinner, I couldn’t help wondering when Marc had last eaten. And as I picked at my noodles, aimlessly twirling a bite around my fork, one thought kept chasing itself through my head.
“We can’t kill Kevin. We have to find him and turn him over to the council.” Chewing ceased around the table as the guys’ attention shifted from their food to me, surprise clear in each expression. “We have evidence against him.” The tape we’d taken from Eckard’s ancient answering machine. “And there’s no way the council can refuse to convict him once they hear that.”
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” Ethan muttered, and I frowned at him. But he had a point. “If you hand him over to the council while Malone has so much pull, they’ll find a way to let him go. Especially if Malone’s the one he’s working with. He and his allies will be thrilled if Marc shows up dead, and they’d rather reward Kevin than punish him. And Kevin has to pay for this.”
“I know, and personally, I’m ready and willing to pull his heart right out of his chest, Temple of Doom style.” My brother nodded eagerly, but I pressed on. “But, Ethan, Michael’s right. If we kill Kevin in anything other than self-defense, we’ll be hammering another nail in Daddy’s political coffin.” And that might happen even if it was self-defense, because lately, we never knew who the council would agree to hear testimony from. Or whether they’d believe what they heard.
Because Kevin was now a wildcat, jurisdiction for his crimes technically belonged to the council at large, and if our Pride, or any faction of it—namely me and Ethan—acted without the council’s permission, my father would pay the price. Probably with his position on the council.
“We have to let the council handle this. But I don’t see any reason we can’t be the ones to turn Kevin over to them. And if he resists capture and must be beaten into submission, so much the better.” I lifted my brows at Ethan, and he answered with an eager grin.
Unfortunately, the larger issue would be much harder to prove: that Kevin was working for one of those very council members who’d be sitting in judgment of him. Assuming we were right about that, surely the Alpha responsible wouldn’t have left evidence of his own connection to the crime. That way he could let Kevin take the entire fall, if necessary. And while I was more than willing to give Kevin that last big push, I wanted his coconspirator to go over the edge with him.
“Any idea how to find him?” Parker asked, a forkful of spaghetti near his mouth.
I glanced at my watch. “We still have at least a couple of hours until we can head back into the woods. Why don’t we go utilize our resources?” My focus shifted to Dan, who’d listened in silence up to that point. “Didn’t you say Ben Feldman was trustworthy?”
He nodded, and speared a slice of bell pepper on his plate. “Some. But that doesn’t mean he’ll help you.”
I shrugged. “It can’t hurt to try.”
We devoured the rest of our dinner, me included, because I knew I’d need the energy if we spent the entire night hiking through the woods in search of Marc. Then we piled into Parker’s car and made our second trip to Feldman’s house in less than twenty-four hours.
“Damn it!” I snapped as Parker joined Ethan in the doorway, probably drawn by the sharp tone of my voice. “If someone doesn’t stand up to him, we’re gonna wake up one day and discover that we need Calvin Malone’s permission to take a piss in our own territory.” Michael sighed over my crude phrasing, but I ignored him. “How long is he going to get away with this?”
“As long as he’s able to retain the appearance of the moral high ground. He couches everything he does in the letter of the law, so we can’t even argue about his less-than-honorable intentions.”
Michael was right, of course, and that was the whole problem. Malone hadn’t actually broken any rules—not that we had proof of, anyway—so there was nothing we could do to stop him until he messed up. In the meantime, we seemed to be handing him screwup after screwup, and an uncomfortable number of those instances could be laid at my paws.
“Well, that’s gonna change. He’s going to make a mistake sooner or later, and we’re gonna hang him with it.” Assuming he didn’t get his hands on our noose first.
I sighed, and stood when the oven timer went off. “When are they taking Manx’s claws?”
Parker scowled as I passed him. He must not have heard that part of the call.
“Tonight,” Michael said, as I slipped a thick mitt over my free hand and pulled open the oven door, flooding the room with the scents of butter and garlic. “Bert’s doctor is coming to do it, and we’re leaving for the ranch in the morning. Dr. Carver will follow up with Manx there.”
I pulled an aluminum baking sheet from the top rack and set it on a towel I’d spread over on the countertop.
“If you haven’t found Marc by then, Vic and I will join the search.”
“Thanks.” I wanted to insist we wouldn’t need them by then, but I didn’t want to jinx our efforts.
I hung up as Parker scooped huge piles of pasta onto paper plates, but when I sat down in front of my dinner, I couldn’t help wondering when Marc had last eaten. And as I picked at my noodles, aimlessly twirling a bite around my fork, one thought kept chasing itself through my head.
“We can’t kill Kevin. We have to find him and turn him over to the council.” Chewing ceased around the table as the guys’ attention shifted from their food to me, surprise clear in each expression. “We have evidence against him.” The tape we’d taken from Eckard’s ancient answering machine. “And there’s no way the council can refuse to convict him once they hear that.”
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” Ethan muttered, and I frowned at him. But he had a point. “If you hand him over to the council while Malone has so much pull, they’ll find a way to let him go. Especially if Malone’s the one he’s working with. He and his allies will be thrilled if Marc shows up dead, and they’d rather reward Kevin than punish him. And Kevin has to pay for this.”
“I know, and personally, I’m ready and willing to pull his heart right out of his chest, Temple of Doom style.” My brother nodded eagerly, but I pressed on. “But, Ethan, Michael’s right. If we kill Kevin in anything other than self-defense, we’ll be hammering another nail in Daddy’s political coffin.” And that might happen even if it was self-defense, because lately, we never knew who the council would agree to hear testimony from. Or whether they’d believe what they heard.
Because Kevin was now a wildcat, jurisdiction for his crimes technically belonged to the council at large, and if our Pride, or any faction of it—namely me and Ethan—acted without the council’s permission, my father would pay the price. Probably with his position on the council.
“We have to let the council handle this. But I don’t see any reason we can’t be the ones to turn Kevin over to them. And if he resists capture and must be beaten into submission, so much the better.” I lifted my brows at Ethan, and he answered with an eager grin.
Unfortunately, the larger issue would be much harder to prove: that Kevin was working for one of those very council members who’d be sitting in judgment of him. Assuming we were right about that, surely the Alpha responsible wouldn’t have left evidence of his own connection to the crime. That way he could let Kevin take the entire fall, if necessary. And while I was more than willing to give Kevin that last big push, I wanted his coconspirator to go over the edge with him.
“Any idea how to find him?” Parker asked, a forkful of spaghetti near his mouth.
I glanced at my watch. “We still have at least a couple of hours until we can head back into the woods. Why don’t we go utilize our resources?” My focus shifted to Dan, who’d listened in silence up to that point. “Didn’t you say Ben Feldman was trustworthy?”
He nodded, and speared a slice of bell pepper on his plate. “Some. But that doesn’t mean he’ll help you.”
I shrugged. “It can’t hurt to try.”
We devoured the rest of our dinner, me included, because I knew I’d need the energy if we spent the entire night hiking through the woods in search of Marc. Then we piled into Parker’s car and made our second trip to Feldman’s house in less than twenty-four hours.
