Fangs of Anarchy: Forbidden Alpha (Part 4) In the Zone: A Werewolf Vampire Shifter Romance Read Free

would take the
paranormal. Mathias used that as leverage . He takes
cases from all over the world. Mostly rich brats with too much time on their
hands and parents with too much money to burn. But there are some down there who had nowhere else to go. Mathias gave them a place
when we were forced out. Rehabilitated them, gave them
jobs, places to sleep, food. I’d like to think, if Hadley ever became strung
out on something, she’d have this place to come to.”
    Claire kept her face relaxed while her stomach did
somersaults. “How is Hadley? Have you talked to her today?”
    “Talked to her? Hah. Hadley doesn’t talk to us. She groans
at us. She rolls her pretty eyes at us, but she’s fine. Got home from school
just before I tackled your backside in that alleyway. Anyway, about Mathias.
He’s a good guy. You’d like him.”
    Claire smiled at Irish, running her fingers threw her
tangled hair. “A philanthropist. Who knew you bunch of cranky lawyers were such
givers?”
    “Mathias is a good friend to have. He’s also responsible for
trying to help me find the person who’s making this damn synthetic blood, so I
can get my hands on whoever it is and push him, bribe him, whatever, to switch
teams or give me the formula so we can recreate it.”
    Her heart sunk. If Irish didn’t find the person who made the
blood… she couldn’t go there. Wouldn’t. “Still no luck?”
    He shook his dark head, pulling off his leather jacket and
throwing it over his shoulder. “Nope. Gannon took that info with him to the
grave, and Courtland’s a useless piece of shit. He tells me he has to wait for
Gannon’s contact to get in touch with him. If he’s to be believed, no one knew
who Gannon got the blood from but Gannon.”
    She rubbed her hands over her arms, trying to wipe away the
chill of disgust the mention of Gannon evoked. He’d held so many strings, had
so many secrets—all of them as dark and foul as he’d been.
    Dropping a quick kiss on her lips, he said, “Now, my naughty
librarian, I’m going to go rustle you up something to eat. You’re going to
shower and then we’re going to have that long overdue talk. And you will talk to me, Claire. Because
Lawson has a huge bedpost.”
    Irish held up his hands to indicate how huge before he
chuckled his way out of the bathroom, leaving her to her thoughts and how she
was going to piece together a story good enough to please Irish without telling
him everything.
    He couldn’t know everything just yet or he’d possibly end up
dead for the knowing. Not on her watch.
    * * *
    As Irish broiled a thick hamburger for Claire, carefully
monitoring it to make sure it remained rare, he scrolled through his texts from
Liam.
    Fuck. Everyone was still looking for Gannon and wondering
where Claire was. He was hoping it kept Courtland and crew distracted enough
not to notice it wasn’t just Claire missing.
    Hopefully the bullshit he’d spun to
Courtland about going in search of some synthetic blood would be enough to keep
suspicion about his and Claire’s mutual disappearances to a minimum. But he had to get her the hell home before Courtland lost
interest in actually finding Gannon and started pointing fingers again.
    And Gannon—where the fuck was his
body? Who would take it? He damn well didn’t like the idea that a corpse was
out there floating around with someone who knew what he and Claire had done.
    It was a loose cannon he didn’t
want to explode in their faces.
    When Claire hadn’t returned that night, or all that next
day, he’d nearly lost his mind worrying about her. So he’d gone on a fishing expedition to her house.
    Claire was as smart as they came, but she was no criminal
mastermind. All he’d had to do was pet Mr. Darcy and peruse her laptop’s
browser history to find out she was in the Zone.
    When he was done cursing her, panicking about her safety,
he’d handled his home affairs, leaving Liam in charge with the notion he was
going off to find another