Page 44 of Primal Bonds 1

He started the engine and then drove out, and twenty minutes later, he cruised along the harbor area. It wasn’t long before he drove into a warehouse and spotted a black Mercedes-Benz. Adam parked his car alongside it, and when he got out, Nolan got out of the Mercedes-Benz, along with Jeff, a big man of a bodyguard.

“Sir,” Jeff said to Adam, which the man nodded in acknowledgment.

To Nolan, Adam said, “I don’t have a lot of time.”

The two brothers walked farther into the warehouse until they were out of earshot while Jeff guarded the entrance. Nolan handed Adam a tablet, which Adam took and clicked on a folder.

The first page that popped up was a report on Shiro, with the boy’s institute code number and department, along with descriptions of his appearance as well as numerous photos in very sexual poses and in various alluring outfits. Adam tightened his hands on the tablet as he scrolled down the pages.

“He was in the red department,” Adam said, his voice ice-cold.

“Mm-hmm.” Nolan nodded his head. “S-grade. Special.” He snorted. “Well, considering how beautiful he is, I’m not surprised.”

Adam scrolled farther down and an exquisite fox boy with raven hair, smoky dark eyes with alabaster skin, and ruby-red lips came up.

“That next one is Kuro; he’s apparently Shiro’s adopted brother. Biological parents were murdered. He’s also an S-grade at the red department,” Nolan said.

Adam noted the numerous sexy poses in sexy outfits, ones that would be sure to make a man’s cock hard. He scrolled down, and showing next was a pretty fox boy with crimson-red hair and emerald-green eyes, and the moment Adam saw the profile picture, he raised a brow. He was certain this was the boy he had seen at Chase’s clinic last night.

“That’s Aka,” Nolan said. “Also Shiro’s adopted brother. S-grade at the red department.”

Again, Adam noted the sexy outfits and poses.

“His father, a foxkin, was murdered. His mother abandoned him at the age of five because, well, she’s human and he’s not.”

Adam scrolled down and noted a beautiful woman with long crimson curls and emerald-green eyes.

“Elaina Williams,” Nolan said, tapping the back of his fingers on the profile picture of the exquisite beauty. “Famous actress. Not surprised she abandoned the boy when he was merely a child. If the tabloid found out she gave birth to a beastkin boy, her career was sure to be over. But that was thirteen years ago. The silver screen siren is still as famous and as popular as ever, as you well know. Her net worth runs in the high millions.”

“How did you get into this in the first place?” Adam asked, looking at his brother.

Nolan stared at Adam’s hands holding the tablet, noting the tight grip and the screen of the tablet cracking. He knew his brother was holding on to his anger by a mere thread.

He said, “Lan. When he saw Shiro on the file I gave him this morning, he recognized the boy. They used to share a dorm room together back at the institute before they got separated at age thirteen.”

“I see,” Adam said. “So they’re childhood friends.”

Nolan nodded. “I got word from him, and apparently, Shiro is keen to look for work. More specifically he has asked Lan to meet up with me and would like to go into Lan’s line of work.”

“That’s a no,” Adam said bluntly. “Shiro will not be working as a bodyguard, let alone for a mafia clan such as ours.”

Nolan chuckled. “Figured you’d say that.”

Adam scrolled farther down the pages and noted the client names. “The bastards who rented these boys out?” he asked.

Nolan nodded.

Adam took in a deep breath and said, “Give me a minute.”

Nolan said, “Sure,” and then headed back to the car. There, he waited for a good ten minutes, his back to Adam, when he heard a loud growl, followed by an explosive bang and the entire structure of the warehouse shaking. When he finally turned, Adam was heading toward him, adjusting his tie. Behind the brother, a massive hole had been blown into the wall of the warehouse, with cracks radiating out across that side of the building. Adam must have smashed his fist into that, and Nolan was glad he had chosen a secluded place to meet up. Looked like he’d have to get a team to fix that hole.

Adam handed Nolan his tablet, which was broken and dead.

“Send the file to me,” Adam said.

“Sure thing,” Nolan replied. “Oh, please do send Lan my way. I already miss that cute, sassy smart mouth.”

Heading to his car, Adam raised his hand in the air. “Sure.”