Frey (40 page)

“
Come on, Brother. Let’s
get training over with, and after, I’ll call him and tell him it’s
urgent.”

The men walked through the house and out the
door leading to the back deck. Connor was introducing Matt to the
Goyles he didn’t know. Matthew greeted them all then asked Jasper,
“Just how many badas… Amazons are there?”

Jasper mussed his hair as he walked past,
“Thousands.”

“
Amazons?” Dante asked as
they continued onto the open area where they trained.

“
You know how Trevor calls
us the badass club? Abbi calls us all Amazons. Matthew knows we are
different, he just doesn’t know the whole truth. Frey plans to show
him when the time is right.”

“
Trevor needs to know,
too. I’d already planned on telling him before you declared him
your mate.”

“
Jasper, you’re with me,”
Uri said. He paired the men up, and they went over their technique
first. Jasper willed himself to concentrate. Once they began
sparring, he let go. His mind drifted back to those days in Ireland
where he was fighting for
his
people
. Jasper was not practicing with
Uri; he was on the battlefield, swift and fierce. His movements
were graceful yet deadly. The striking of metal on metal powered
his body; the blood spilling at his feet fueled his soul. He was
lost in the memory until someone yelling his name brought him back
to the present. When he dropped his sword to his side, his chest
was heaving. Seven pairs of eyes were locked on him. Uri’s was a
look of amusement. “Someone’s been holding out on us.”

Chapter
Thirty-Six

Frey had no idea what was wrong with Abbi.
After throwing up, she’d gone to bed without a word to either him
or Matt. When they went to bed, she got back up. She was avoiding
him, but he didn’t know why. Something must have happened at the
community center, because that’s when her emotions had been off the
charts. She did a good job of hiding it, but his Gargoyle senses
were alerted to her body’s fluctuations in breathing and stress.
Her being his mate only heightened the intensity with which Frey
felt it.

Matthew left early with Jasper, so it was
just the two of them in the kitchen. She only spoke to say good
morning. Frey had no idea what to say to ease her pain, so he
tugged her into his arms and held her. He offered no words because
he had none. She didn’t pull back from him. If anything, she held
on tighter while he smoothed her hair down her back and placed
kisses to the top of her head and temple. For a moment, her body
calmed as she accepted his comfort. When she released her hold on
him, he handed her a travel mug of coffee.

He drove her to the school, holding her hand
the whole way. When she opened the door to get out of the truck,
she turned his way to say something but stopped. The glimmer of
tears shone in her eyes as she smiled. “I’ll see you later,” was
all she said. Frey pulled away from the curb, and seeing Lorenzo in
place, he headed to the gym.

Uri was at Dante’s, leading the sword
training. Mason and Kai had opened the gym, and Frey was hoping to
get in a little sparring before the building got too crowded. His
shifter was itching to fly, but he would have to settle for a
little physical contact instead. Kai was at the front desk when he
entered. “Good morning, Kai. Settling in okay?”

“
I am, thanks. I wanted to
talk to you about getting in on the patrol rotation. The Unholy
population has declined rapidly on the west coast, and I miss
hunting for the buggers.”

“
You can go out tonight.
With all the shit that’s been going on, we’re down a few males. It
will be nice to have another body in the sky.”

“
Speaking of which, Uri
has been filling me in on some of the situations. This Alistair is
bad news, huh?”

“
Yes. He’s been gunning
for Jonas since he mated with a human. Now he’s got his sights set
on Rafael and anyone in the Clan. That includes you, now. So keep
your eyes peeled, and let me know of anything that feels off, no
matter how insignificant you think it is.”

“
Will do.”

“
You up for a little
barefoot sparring? I want to meditate first, but I need to get in
the ring and let loose.”

“
I’m always up for a
fight, even if it’s the friendly sort.”

“
Excellent. I’m going to
take the back room of the dojo and get my head on straight. I’ll
see you in a few.”

Frey walked to the back of the building
where the dojo was. His gym was separated into several sections.
The part that held the exercise equipment was the main room most
people used. The boxing gym was in the center of the structure. It
contained a square ring, punching bags, and speed balls. The dojo
was on the right side and was separated from the other sections by
a thick wall. This kept sounds from the other parts from
penetrating into the martial arts classes. He stopped by the
changing room and removed workout clothes from his locker. Since
Kai was also into martial arts, they would spar in the dojo where
shoes weren’t needed.

The back room was dark,
and Frey kept it that way. He sat in the middle of the floor and
closed his eyes. It took everything in him to calm his body enough
to clear his mind. Images of blonde hair flying through the air
flitted into his subconscious. Soft pink lips seeped through. The
taste of her juices on his fingers and tongue invaded. His cock
swelled, making it difficult to relax. Frey lay down on the floor
and stretched out.
This is
impossible.
He was the master of
meditation, yet Abbi’s presence in his life was disrupting his
abilities. He grabbed his erection, willing it to go away. The
instant his hand met the head of his shaft, the vision of Abbi
beneath him flashed through his psyche. “Fuck,” he
muttered.

Frey listened to make sure he was still
alone in the back of the building. He lowered his black shorts,
freeing his cock. Instead of fighting the visions, he allowed them
free rein. He stroked slowly at first, but the memory of her tight
pussy clamping down on him as she came had his balls aching and his
fist stroking faster. He pulled his shirt up as hot spurts of come
coated his stomach and chest. He bit his lip to keep from yelling
her name. Pain from his fangs added to the pleasure of his
release.

When the pulsing subsided, Frey removed his
t-shirt and used it to wipe up the mess. Jacking himself wasn’t
anywhere close to the real thing, but hopefully it would calm his
beast until he could make love to Abbi again. He headed to the
changing room and took a quick shower before going in search of
Kai.

Troy drove around his neighborhood several
times to make sure nobody was sitting on his house. Being able to
use both Grady’s and Debbie’s cars made it easy to give anyone
looking for him the slip. When he didn’t see anyone watching, he
parked Debbie’s car down the street in the driveway of a vacant
house. All the neighbors had already left for work, so he didn’t
have to worry about anyone seeing him as he stayed to the backyards
to reach his own house. When he was inside, he went to the kitchen
and grabbed a new bottle of whiskey.

This hiding out bullshit was getting on his
nerves, and it was all Abbi’s fault. He loved being a cop. Carrying
a gun and badge gave him the credibility and respect he’d not had
before joining the force. Now that was ruined. He would have to
move where nobody knew him to get another job. Being married to the
prettiest girl in town should have been a boon, but she’d turned
out to be a prudish, selfish bitch. But she was still his. Would
always be his. At least he had any other woman he wanted whenever
he wanted. Crazy, cheating bitches were good in the sack. He hated
every fucking one of them.

The craziest of all was
Debbie. Fucking cunt, trying to bribe him,
him,
for child support. Fucking brat
wasn’t his, it didn’t matter if she did look just like him. No way
was he paying for a kid that could belong to any man in New
Atlanta. She could be George’s spawn for all he knew. No, Troy
wouldn’t claim any kid that didn’t come out of Abbi’s
body.

Fucking Abigail. He needed to find her,
bring her back home. He would convince her that he would change.
Promise not to hit on her or her fucktard brother. He just needed
the chance to get her home, fuck her nice and easy a couple of
times. Buy her a bracelet or some shit. Women liked that kind of
stuff. Then when he had her, he’d never let her out of his sight
again. She was fucking his.

His pacing and drinking was interrupted by
the doorbell ringing. He glanced through the window to see Grady
standing there, holding something in his hand. He took in the empty
street, and wondered what the fuck his fellow cop was doing there.
Troy opened the door to the man.

“
Hey. I uh…”

Troy searched the area again before jerking
Grady into the house. “What are you doing here?”

“
Look, man. I don’t know
what this is, but the Chief told me to bring it over
here.”

Troy took the offered letter. Grady didn’t
hang around while he opened it. He shut the door and relocked it,
taking another swig of whiskey.

The return address was from the Law Office
of Victoria Holt. He didn’t know any Holt. Maybe Abigail’s parents
had some money he didn’t know about, but then it would have been
addressed to Abbi, not him. He ripped the envelope open and read
the letter. Divorce. He didn’t get any farther than that one word.
Fucking bitch thought she could divorce him? He took a long pull of
the amber liquid, not caring it was spilling down his face.

“
Fucking cunt! Who the
goddamn does she think she is? Fucking bitch! I’ll kill you!” Troy
yelled to the empty house. He threw the letter into the kitchen
sink and found a lighter in a drawer. He set the document on fire.
He drank long swallows of whiskey while he watched the papers burn
down to ash. When his bottle was empty, he threw it across the
room, shards of glass flying in all directions.

“
Fucking, no good, can’t
give me a goddamn baby cunt. You don’t want me? Fuck you. If I
can’t have you, nobody can!”

Everywhere Trevor looked, he saw a large man
with dark hair and dark eyes. He had no idea of their true color,
but could imagine they were black. He’d left Travis a note
explaining he needed to get home. He somehow felt if he traveled at
night, he’d more easily be able to tell if someone was following
him. He was wrong. Every pair of headlights behind him had his body
tensing up. He was ready to get out of his car and somewhere safe.
Where that was, he didn’t have a fucking clue.

His first instinct had been to call Jasper,
but he was the reason Trevor was in this mess. He knew only one
person to call that he absolutely trusted: Dante. His boss had
given him space, mostly, but if anyone could offer Trevor
sanctuary, it would be the big guy. He called Dante’s cell phone
and it went to voicemail. “Dante, it’s Trevor. I think I’m in
trouble, but I’m not sure. Please call me back.” All he could do
was wait. He was about an hour outside of New Atlanta. Surely his
boss would get the message before he arrived into town. The night
had shifted into morning, and the sun was in his rearview mirror
making it impossible to see if someone was trailing behind him.

Trevor had just reached the New Atlanta city
limit sign when his phone rang. “Hello, Dante?” he asked without
looking at the caller I.D.

“
Yes, it’s me. Where are
you?” Dante asked, but there were other voices in the background.
He definitely wasn’t at the morgue.