Training Their Mate [Pack Wars-Book 1] by Vella Day

why he wanted to succeed, none more
important than him returning Liz home. Having her in his house fucked with his
head too much.
    Christ . Did he have to kiss her? What was he? A
horny teenager? He never lost control. Until
now.
    She’s
our mate . Dante’s words
came back to him. Whether it was true or not, and he suspected it was, he
couldn’t afford the distraction.
    “Can’t see any movement
inside, Trax.” Drake Stanton pressed his lips together but kept the binoculars
glued to his face.
    He and Kurt had spent as many
hours as he had watching Couch, while Clay Demmers and Dirk Tilton uncovered
the drug connection. All of them had a stake in bringing down this Colter.
    Dirk had informed him of some scuttle from the cops about Couch.
If their group didn’t neutralize him soon and the cops got involved, the shit
would hit the fan.
      “Wait a sec.” Drake focused on the front
window. “I see a help wanted sign.”
    “That makes sense since Liz
never showed up to work today.”
    Clay moved next to him. “What
do you want us to do?”
    If Couch wasn’t there, they
didn’t need to be wasting any more time staking out his office. “Let’s go in through
the back.”
    With their handguns loaded
with wolf-poisoning bullets, they moved to the alley. Trax tested the steel
door that led to Au Pairs for U. No surprise, it was locked. He pulled out his
lock picks and, in seconds, opened the door. If he’d failed, they would have used a battering ram, and that would have made too much noise,
something they couldn’t afford. While no one was in the alley, they didn’t need
to draw any spectators.
    Trax held up his hand to
silence the four men. He led the way but slowed when he didn’t sense the Colter
nearby. He motioned for Kurt to check the office and for Clay to look in the
other room. Ten seconds later, they reappeared.
    “Nothing,” Clay said.
    “Me neither,” Kurt announced.
“I didn’t see his laptop or much of anything. It looks like he’s gone.”
    “Fuck.” Trax stabbed a hand
over his head. “Grab the computer Liz used. Maybe there’s something useful on
it.”
    Drake unplugged then gathered
the laptop. “Now what?”
    “Let’s check out his house.”
    Clay stepped over to the
coffee cup full of coffee and touched it. “It’s still warm.”
    That meant they missed the
bastard by minutes. “I’ll see if headquarters can get a lock on his phone’s
GPS.” He doubted they’d be successful, as Couch would know that would be the
first thing the Pack would check.
    He called Chris Williams at
headquarters and asked him to run the check. “Get back to me when you find out
anything.”
    “Give me one sec.”
    They had Couch’s number
programmed. “You got something?”
    “His phone’s off or else he
ditched it.”
    “Thanks.” Trax stuffed his phone back in his pocket.
“Let’s hit Couch’s home.”
    #
    Trax had been gone three
hours and Liz was going stir crazy. What she really needed was a walk. When she
pulled on the door that led to the stairs, it was locked. Now she was pissed.
Fine, she’d find a way out.
    She tested the door behind the dining room. It
was locked, too. What was up with keeping her in? A third door sat left of the
kitchen. When she turned the knob, it opened. Finally .
    The door led to an
entranceway. At the end was a staircase. The one going down probably lead to the
store, but she couldn’t guess what was upstairs. Curious to investigate every
nook and cranny, she went upstairs only to have another door slap her in the
face. Shit . She tried the handle.
This one was open, and she stepped inside. A small hallway opened up to a huge
weight room on the right. It looked like it could handle ten people at once,
but the number of weight stations really didn’t surprise her given how buff the
men were. Off to the left sat another room. She felt like Alice in Wonderland
testing door after door. That one was also open. Inside sat a rather messy
office. She had to