Shifter's Claim (The Shadow Shifters) (32 page)

“Grab my phone,” Bas instructed Priya while he went back into the truck to pull out the duffle bag stored in the trunk for occasions just as this. After pulling on jeans and a T-shirt, he circled back around to find his shoes.

It was then that he heard the other vehicles approaching and instantly went on alert once again. The scene was a mess, a questionable mess for any human. Bas was just about to run for his shoes and to get Priya when his heart stopped completely. Later tonight, he would think of how everything from that second on moved in slow motion, how his heart that had once beat rhythmically in his chest had stuttered to a slow, staggered beat, and how everything he’d ever worked for, every goal he’d reached, every moment he’d hated the collapse of his parents’ marriage and the disappointment of the two most important people in his life, all paled in comparison to watching that damned cat rise from the ground, shift into human form, and reach out to grab Priya as she stood with her back to it.

“Nooo!” he yelled, charging forward.

Palermo turned at the sound of Bas’s voice, his bloody arm around Priya’s neck, a gun at her temple.

Bas’s feet skidded to a stop as glinting eyes stared back at him, mouth twisted in an angry smirk.

“Like I said before, you got my stash and I got your mate, now we’re even!” he taunted Bas.

“Let. Her. Go,” Bas said, sounding like a man in complete control of his emotions. In all actuality his cat was ready to burst free once more, killing the only action on its agenda.

“Not a fuckin’ chance! You can kiss her sweet ass good-bye unless you’re ready to make an exchange.”

“Bas,” Priya yelled.

The sound of her voice, the fear in her eyes, the stench of dead cats on the humid night’s air, had Bas seeing red. Rage and every other dark emotion he’d kept stored inside him came rushing to the surface. He took one step, and then another, and when the man’s eyes glittered once more, his arm lifting higher as he aimed that gun at Priya’s temple, Bas fell to the ground, grabbing the gun from the back waistband of the jeans he’d just slipped on. He aimed and fired.

Priya screamed just as light flooded the area while Bas’s heart beat so frantically he thought it might rip right through his chest. He stood, quickly moving to where he’d last seen her being held at gunpoint. She’d fallen down on her knees while Palermo had fallen flat on his back. Bas pulled her into his arms. He sat with his knees on the dirt road with Priya cradled tightly in his arms, rocking her as she wept.

*   *   *

An hour later there was a flurry of activity at Perryville Resorts. News about some type of altercation just outside the resort had spread like wildfire and the guests were understandably nervous. The media had set up like they planned to tailgate in the parking lot and the staff answered inquiries from guests as calmly as they possibly could. Two police cars were parked at the front entrance as officers waited to speak to anyone who might have possibly been witness to what happened.

Upstairs, on the second floor in the largest conference room at the far west end, a room full of shifters sat pondering what their next move would be.

“Three rogues, and one of them, the one Bas capped right between the eyes, was Palermo Greer,” Syfon reported, his face a mask of pure rage and fury. The Shifter’s broad shoulders were still bunched as if he were ready to shift and kill at any moment. At his side a Glock was holstered, beneath his right pants leg was another gun, and beneath the left was a knife that would cut through flesh as cleanly and quickly as if it were butter.

He continued speaking with Jacques’s permission. “Greer arrived in the States a couple months back, immediately hooking up with our favorite group of rogues—Sabar and company. My cousin out in Seattle says they also have pictures of Greer with some human military men.

“Then he showed up on the East Coast the night of that explosion. Next thing we know he’s out here setting up headquarters for that wannabe Darel Charles. We have no idea where that headquarters is exactly or how many they had in their employ already,” Syfon finished.

“I had Syfon search Kaz’s room the minute we returned. Everything’s gone. Just like we thought, they had someone on the inside feeding them information. He must have informed them Bas was going out,” Jacques added and the reaction was like dropping a match into a glass of gasoline.

“How did he manage to pull off driving the FL?” one shifter asked. “He never drives him.”

Jacques spoke up for himself. “I was not aware that the FL was going out and so was indisposed. Syfon says he was never notified either.”

“I got a text from Kaz about two hours ago saying he had some things to take care of in town,” Paolo volunteered. “So Kaz was working with the rogues all along, that rat bastard.”

Shifters all around the room cursed and argued and praised Bas for killing the traitors—at least three of them since Kaz had clearly gotten away. Bas wasn’t feeling terribly upset over the loss. Since the plan to either get rid of him or get their drugs back hadn’t worked, Bas was almost certain Kaz’s role as an informant had sealed the Shifter’s fate. What he was still concerned by was the fact that the rogue running the show in his area was one of the same fucking killers that he’d crossed fourteen years ago. That, in Bas’s mind, was no coincidence.

Still, with all this going on around him, with the urge to shift and hunt riding dangerously close to the surface of all his men, Bas only listened with half an ear. His attention in this room was limited to his physical presence. His mind was elsewhere, his emotions sifting through a dark funnel cloud as realization finally began to set in. Upstairs in his suite, in the bed he’d slept in alone for as long as it had been there, was a woman who had only been trying to save her brother. The fact that her agenda had punctured a gaping hole into his world was just one of those things that happened, something called fate, Bas figured glumly. That fate should be such a cruel bastard was another story entirely.

He’d left Priya in Jewel’s care because he had duties to attend to, priorities in his life that did not include her—had never even anticipated a “her” was more like it. He probably should have said something to her, consoled her in some way, but he hadn’t. After putting a bullet between the eyes of the man who’d tried to orchestrate the killing of an innocent human, it had been all Bas could do to hold her in his arms, to relish in the fact that she was very much alive. Priya had crumpled instantly to the ground, moving so fast that Bas thought for a split second that he may have hit her instead. He’d fallen to the ground beside her and she’d sunk instantly into his arms.

She’d cried then, like Bas had never heard a person cry before. The sound had torn through his skull like a knife, ripping through the memories and the pain he’d stored there. From the moment he’d met her Priya had been strong, courageous, tenacious. She hadn’t cowered when he’d caught her trying to break into Rome’s room or when she’d shown up in Nogales. Each time he’d confronted her about the story or why she was here, she’d stood up to him, squaring her shoulders and answering him in that sarcastic way of hers. In the wake of a very real threat against her brother’s life, she’d decided to be the one to save him, was determined to do so. Never in all his life had Bas seen that type of selfless courage. Now, tonight, she’d cried in his arms like a baby.

Minutes later Jacques and the rest of the team had arrived. Unaware that Bas was leaving the resort, when Jacques had found his leader missing he’d instantly tracked the SUV through its GPS. He’d tried Bas’s cell but had initially received no answer, because Bas had given it to Priya. They were in their own vehicles on their way to the location when Jacques received the call from Bas’s phone and heard the commotion on the other end. Priya had only been able to push the CALL button while being watched by those cats before being grabbed by Palermo.

Once the team had arrived and secured the scene, Bas had lifted Priya and put her into the back of his SUV. He’d held her on his lap the entire ride back to the resort then carried her into his room and laid her down. She hadn’t spoken a word in all that time, which for Priya was monumental. It also told Bas that she’d seen too much and experienced far more tonight than he’d ever wish on anyone.

Guilt was gripping him so tightly, holding him hostage when he should have been actively participating in the discussion going on around him. His chest was tight, his brow furrowed—he could tell because his head was beginning to pound—fingers clenching and unclenching as he tried to figure out what the next step should be. How could he make this up to her? How could he prevent it from ever happening again? And why hadn’t he sent her away before now, before it was too late?

Bas was so deep inside his thoughts that he barely registered the sound of a door opening behind him then the quick hush that fell over the room. But at the sound of his name he did turn. Shock and alarm both were checked as Bas locked gazes with the Leader of the Stateside Assembly.

Squaring his shoulders, Bas looked to his men with a nod. “Syfon, you and the team should head downstairs to keep an eye on the situation with the authorities. The resort managers on duty down there will take care of the guests, but I want your eyes and ears open to what they’re all saying about tonight’s events. Make sure the yellow team is in position around the perimeter,” he told the shifter solemnly.

Paolo stood immediately, ready to follow Syfon out into the hallway. For a split second while he and Jacques had considered the possibility of someone from Perryville feeding Palermo inside information, the young shifter had crossed his mind. His insubordinations and testy attitude made him the prime candidate for switching sides. Bas had never felt better about being wrong in his life. The young Shifter’s father would have been devastated if his son had done such a thing.

“Yes, sir,” was Syfon’s response and within the next few seconds the members of the blue team, all except Jacques, had filed out, leaving only the higher-ranking shifters in the room.

“Assembly Leader, welcome to Perryville,” Jacques said, rising from his seat and motioning for Rome to take his place at the head of the room.

Bas moved slowly so that when Rome walked across the room and stopped behind one of the chairs at the table, he was right there, ready to shake his commanding officer’s hand. Rome took his outstretched hand, their eyes meeting, holding, saying so much in those few silent seconds.

This wasn’t going to be good, Bas thought as they released each other. Bas relinquished his seat at the head of the table to Rome. When he was seated, Nick and X immediately moved to stand behind him. The First Female, Kalina, touched a hand to Bas’s shoulder and Bas leaned in to kiss her cheek. He pulled out the chair to the right of her
companheiro
and helped her into it. Jax, Kalina’s guard, sat right beside her, with Ezra sitting next to him. Moving to the other side of the table, Bas took the seat to the left of Rome and Jacques sat down beside him.

The ten-foot-long, glass-covered conference table had never appeared so cold and foreboding in this room of dark charcoal and black as it did tonight. The blinds had not been drawn so the evening sky provided a picture-perfect backdrop, with its vague twinkle of stars looking almost as lost as Bas felt at this precise moment.

“What happened tonight?” Rome asked, his palms flattening on the table.

Jacques gave the rundown after Bas nodded for him to do so.

“So he’s dead? This Palermo Greer person that was setting up the rogue operation on the West Coast? Has his body been disposed of?” Nick asked.

Jacques shook his head. “Not yet. We have all three shifter bodies in the bunker. We’re waiting until the resort is clear of all law officials before taking action.”

“Good move. But as long as they don’t have a search warrant they can’t go anywhere on this property you don’t want them to,” Nick continued.

“I’d rather not draw any more attention than absolutely necessary,” Bas spoke up. “The disposal will be completed before dawn.”

“I want DNA samples first,” X told him. “The database should be updated with rogues as well.”

Bas nodded. “Absolutely.”

“And all this is because of that shipment you intercepted? The drugs, guns, and the blood from Comastaz?” Rome asked.

The tension settling over the room was palpable, yet Bas didn’t falter. He sat up straight, shoulders squared, representing his zone and his team and taking responsibility for all that had occurred here like the leader he was. “Yes. He said as much when we were out on that road. He was pissed that I took them and pissed that I killed one of his minions.”

Rome nodded. “X said Greer was a high-level official with ties to the rogues as far back as Boden Estevez, which connects perfectly to him hooking up with Sabar the moment he returned to the States.”

Bas was not surprised to hear that fact. If Palermo Greer was connected in any way to Boden, Mariah’s gruesome death had been just a game to him. The same game he was eagerly willing to play with Priya’s life.

“So we scratch him off the list of most wanted,” Rome continued. “We still have those crates to figure out and with that latest e-mail, that needs to become our top priority.”

“And because they’re the gift that just keeps on fucking giving, let’s not totally count out Darel. He’ll want to finish the setup out here himself now,” X noted.

Rome shook his head. “I doubt that. He’ll want to stay close to his current money flow, that’s why he sent Palermo out here in the first place. What he will do is find someone else to do the job as quickly as possible.”

Nick nodded his agreement. “That’s why we need to nip his ass in the bud too.”

“There are quite a few things that need to be nipped in the bud,” Rome continued. “One in particular that I thought we’d already settled.”

And here it was, Bas thought, the real reason behind the Assembly Leader’s surprise visit to Perryville. Tonight’s activities had happened only about an hour and a half ago, not nearly enough time for Rome and his crew to make the trip all the way from D.C. No, the leader had been called earlier, much earlier and Bas was fuming at the possibility that his second in command had been the one to make that call.