Page 275 of His Hungry Wolf

“I’m not gonna get an apology from them.”

“I didn’t ask if you were gonna get one. I asked if you wanted one,” I said as prickles rippled under my skin threatening to make me shift.

“I mean, I guess.”

“Then, let’s get you one.”

“What?”

“Do you know where any of them live?”

“I mean, I know where all of them live. I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if I didn’t.”

I closed my eyes absorbing what he said. He couldn’t sleep at night if he didn’t know where they were. That was insane. There was no way in hell I was going to let them get away with doing that to him. There was no way.

“Then we’re going,” I got up trying to be as calm as I could.

Kendall didn’t move. I looked back at him.

“I can’t tell if you’re serious or not. I mean, you look serious, deadly serious. But…” He looked at me again. “You know it’s a three-hour drive to Nashville, right?”

“Two hours and forty-five minutes. I know,” I told him.

“Wait, how do you know that?”

“Kendall, are you coming with me or not? Because one way or another, I’m gonna get you that apology. But I would prefer you be there to hear it.”

“I don’t know.”

“Kendall, I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. Let’s go.”

As soon as I said it, a smile crept across his face. “Okay,” he agreed. Then, without another word, he followed me to my truck and we were off.

Navigating to the highway, neither of us spoke. Broiling, I didn’t want to speak. I felt like I did when I was driving to one of my wolf fights. I would let everything that had pissed me off in life float to the surface and I would sit with it. By the time I arrived, I would be ready to rip people’s heads off. That’s what I felt now.

“Where?” I asked Kendall when the highway offered an off-ramp.

“Stay on 40,” he replied until we approached the Nashville city limits. “Get off here,” he said directing me onto 155 and then into a neighborhood called Porter Heights.

Kendall’s eyes bounced from house to house. It was a nice neighborhood. There were a lot of two-story brick homes on large properties. It had long ago become dark so I couldn’t tell much else about the place, but I was ready for whatever was going to happen next.

“What’s his name?” I asked Kendall who was now crackling with anticipation.

“Evan Carter,” he said scanning every home as we slowly drove around. “There! Park there.”

We pulled up in front of one of the few one-story homes and parked across the street from it. Kendall stared at it wide-eyed.

“He lives with his father. His father’s a piece of shit too. But, his father’s truck isn’t there. That means that Evan is the only one home.”

I looked at the barely lit house. There was a small light on in the living room and a flickering light in one of the bedrooms. I immediately had a plan. I never thought that my messed-up childhood would ever come in handy but it was about to.

“Follow me. And be casual,” I told Kendall before getting out of my truck and walking to the house.

I was surprised to see how willing Kendall was to go along with things. I was calm because of how many times I had done this. I didn’t know what was fueling Kendall. Maybe it was vengeance. I would understand that.

“You gonna break down the door?” He whispered as we approached.

“No. There’s a better way.”