Van, Becca - Keira's Wolf Saviors [Pack Law 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Page B

answered for her and eased his now-semihard cock from her pussy.
    Jake stood up with Keira in his arms and handed her over to Devon. The sound of glass smashing and screams echoing through the air made all three of them move. Devon steadied Keira as her legs wobbled, and then he was out the door. Jake pulled his pants up and his shirt on and left, following his brother. Keira scrambled for her clothes and headed to the bathroom. She cleaned up quickly and then took off down the hall. She collided with a hard body and was about to apologize, but the apology died in her throat.
    “Hello, Keira. You’ve led me on a merry chase, I must say. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
    “David,” Keira breathed and began to tremble. She backed away from him, hoping to get to the office or bathroom so she could lock herself in. She took two steps, and then he was on her. He grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her head back until her neck hurt. She lifted her hands, intent on getting him off her, but she stilled when she felt cold, hard metal poking into her stomach. She opened her mouth to scream, but she didn’t get the chance.
    “I wouldn’t if I were you. You don’t want me to have to shoot you now, do you, sister dear?”
    “Why are you doing this, David? What have I ever done to you?” Keira whispered, afraid if she spoke too loudly Devon and Jake would come storming to her rescue and end up dead.
    “You did nothing but exist, Keira. If it hadn’t been for you, I would have had it all. Now, I can’t go sharing any of that lovely money with you. That wasn’t part of the plan at all.” David chuckled.
    “You won’t get away with it, you know. The cops already know what you’re doing,” Keira said through clenched teeth.
    “They might be aware of what I’m doing, sister dear, but they have no proof. Let’s go,” David demanded and yanked on her hair.
    He had her out the back door to the club and in his black sedan before she could blink. She was in the driver’s seat with a gun resting on her temple.
    “Drive,” David spat and pushed the gun harder into her head.

Chapter Eleven

    “Where’s Keira?” Devon asked once the bar had been cleared of people. He and Jake were standing in the parking lot out the front of the now-destroyed Aztec Club. Someone had thrown two homemade Molotov cocktails through the front window of the club. Glass and fire had exploded, and the club was in flames. He and Jake had made sure everyone was safely out of the burning building and had only now realized their mate wasn’t amongst the people outside.
    “Keira,” Jake yelled and took off.
    Devon sprang into action with his brother. They ignored the flames lapping around them and rushed to the back of the club.
    “I can’t even scent her with all the smoke and fire,” Jake said as he rushed to the office.
    Devon stopped in the doorway and backed up. He got a faint whiff of the unique perfume of Keira’s scent, but it was being overshadowed by smoke. Devon stripped off his clothes and called to his wolf. He felt his muscles move and contort, and his bones cracked and popped as his skeleton compacted, and then he was standing on four paws. He sniffed the area thoroughly then threw his head up and howled in pain. Their mate had been taken. He growled low in his chest, his hackles rising, and he took off. He stopped in the parking lot where her scent ended and knew whoever had taken her was no longer on foot.
    “Jake, Greg, Keira’s been kidnapped. I’m going to stay in wolf form and see if I can track her. She’s in a car with a male,” Devon informed his brothers using their common mental link.
    “I’ll alert the pack,” Greg growled.
    “Jake, see if you can find Carmichael. I’d bet my last dollar he’s involved in this,” Devon said.
    “I’m on it.”

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    Keira trembled so much she wondered how she kept the car on the road. She didn’t know what to do, but she knew she had to do something. Her life