For the Good of All (Law of the Lycans Book 7) (38 page)

“There must have been a leak.” Mendoza’s face darkened. “Someone in your circle can’t be trusted. This is twice now a sale has fallen through. If I allow you to operate in my territory, I expect results not excuses.”

“If I might remind you, Emilio, the last problem was
your
fault.
You
lost the goods, not I.” Dante narrowed his eyes. “When Sister Denise arrived, you had nothing for her. She had to return to the States and explain to the buyer why she was empty-handed. Our reliability was questioned due to your incompetence.”

The two men stared at each other across the table, tension growing as neither showed any sign of backing down. Francisco arrived with the drinks, interrupting the standoff. Mendoza jerked his head, indicating Francisco should move away.

A muscle twitched in Dante’s cheek before he leaned back in his chair and slowly exhaled. “Perhaps errors on both sides have contributed to our current run of bad luck.”

Mendoza shifted in his chair, the word ‘luck’ seeming to have been the key to diffusing the situation. The softest of scraping sounds let Stone know the man was once again playing with his rings. “I’ll consult the cards to see if there is any indication of why this is happening.”

“If you feel that will help.” Dante reached for a glass and took a sip. “In the meantime, I’m pleased to announce we do have another potential sale lined up.”

“When?”

“The end of the week. Final arrangements should be in place by the end of the day.”

Stone struggled to keep his face impassive, to not clench his fists. He’d beat Dante to a pulp before allowing that ‘sale’ to go through.

“Good. I’ll be expecting a payment then.” Mendoza took a drink and frowned at Francisco.
“¡Idioto!
Next time, more ice if you know what’s good for you.” The guard’s eyes flared with concern but he merely nodded.

Dante seemed oblivious to Mendoza’s mood. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the payments. My partner and I feel that fifty percent is too large a cut, given that we do most of the work.”

“I allow you to work in the area. My men have assisted in procuring several of the items we’ve sold. Fifty percent is fair, unless you’d like to give me sixty?”

Dante arched a brow and gave a tight-lipped smile. “I do so enjoy your sense of humour. I’ll share your feelings on the matter with Sister Denise and we’ll talk further next time we meet.” He glanced at his watch. “I should be going. I need to check on the quality of our next set of goods.”

“I think I’ll send some of my men with you,
Brother Dan
, just to ensure there are no problems this time.”

Dante stilled, his glass half way to his mouth. “The ‘brother’ is an honorary title, as I’ve told you before and there isn’t any need to send your men. I have everything under control.”

“That’s what you said last time yet you have no payment for me today.”

“Why do I get the sense that you don’t trust me?”

“Because I don’t.”

There was a pause and then Dante laughed and raised his glass. “A toast to mutual distrust, then.”

The men clinked glasses and drank.

Dante stood up. “I’ll be on my way now.”

“Francisco, Stone, go with him.”

When Dante appeared about to protest, Mendoza stood up and leaned on the table all hint of civility gone from his face. “Take them along or forget about working in my territory.”

Dante flicked a glance at Stone, his mouth tightened and then he gave a brief nod. “Very well.”

Stone descended from the veranda wondering what perverse whim of fate had put him in this situation. Had Christina attempted a hex and it had gone wrong again? Because that’s what this felt like. He’d have to ask her when he saw her.

If
he ever saw her again.

There was a strong likelihood Dante would try to kill him. He still couldn’t figure out why Dante hadn’t exposed him. Unless Dante thought he knew something that would damage the man’s relationship with Mendoza.

Still considering that point, Stone climbed into the passenger seat beside Dante. Francisco sat in the back directly behind him.

Mendoza nodded in approval. “Make sure this sale goes through and I get my take. Otherwise I might think you are lying to me and pocketing my share.”

“With your guards along, I’m sure there will be no problem.” Dante started the engine and drove away.

They travelled the first few miles in silence. The track Dante was driving down was rough, the jeep rattling and jerking as it hit ruts and tree roots. Stone kept glancing at Dante out of the corner of his eye.

I can scent the deceit emanating from him.
His wolf murmured, staring warily at the other Lycan.
He is likely planning to kill us once we are alone.

Most likely, since I’m plotting the same thing, Stone replied.

When Dante finally spoke, it was just a banal comment about the weather.

“Hot today, isn’t it?” He shouted to be heard over the noise the vehicle was making.

“It’s hot every day. We’re in the fucking tropics.” Stone had no desire to make small talk with the man. Sitting beside Dante was bad enough. He was sure he could feel the slime oozing off him.

“You don’t look the kind to enjoy hot weather. Jungles,
deserts
.” Dante emphasized the final word. Stone decided he was making it known that he knew about his time held captive.

“You’d be surprised at what I’ll do, the lengths I’ll go to, to carry out a job.”

Dante flicked a glance in the rear view mirror. Francisco was staring out the window looking bored.

“It would seem we’re two of a kind, then.”

“Only in my worst nightmares.”

“You’re in my way, Stone.” Dante spoke in hushed tones that ensured Francisco wouldn’t hear. “I said nothing earlier out of a misplaced sentimentality.”

Stone gave him an incredulous look. “Sentimentality?”

“Your sister. I’d hate to have to tell her I killed her brother.”

“I no longer have a sister.”

“Tsk, tsk. Such a shame when blood ties are severed. Of course, that means I can kill you with no regret.”

“You’ll be feeling plenty of regret when I tear you limb from limb.”

Dante laughed. “I’ve won each time we met, Stone. This won’t be any different.”

Francisco chose that moment to lean forward. “What are you two whispering about? Mr. Mendoza doesn’t—”

Dante slammed on the brakes, Francisco flew forward. Stone grabbed the guard’s gun, pitched the man out of the jeep and swung around to face Dante whose hands were only halfway to the weapon on his hip.

Yes!
His wolf fairly crowed with delight.
We have bested him!

“Looks like I’ve won this round after all.” Stone smirked, not trying to hide the fact that he was pleased to have finally bested his nemesis.

“One out of how many?”

“This is the only one that counts because this is when you die.”

“Really?” Dante looked at Stone, the gun pointed at his chest and then at Stone again. He sighed. “I hate having to do this, however it appears there is no other choice.”

Stone quirked a brow and waited for the man to elaborate.

“What? No ‘what are you talking about?’’’ Dante shook his head sadly. “Too bad. That part is always so much fun in the movies.”

With a deliberate movement, Stone disengaged the safety on the gun.

“Okay. If I must, I must.” Dante rubbed the back of his neck, his mouth curved downward in regret. “I’ve spent too many years on this. I’m too close to reaching my goal.”

He is stalling
, his wolf warned.

Stone agreed. “Any last words before I blow you to bits?”

“Just one.”

“And that would be?”

“Reno.”

Chapter 18

“Come again?” Stone blinked.

“You heard me. Reno. You’re supposed to call him before you kill me, aren’t you?”

Stone narrowed his eyes. Something wasn’t right. Dante shouldn’t know about Reno’s request. And Reno couldn’t be in cahoots with Dante, could he?

Then again, he’d lost touch with Reno over the years. Word was that Reno had risen in the ranks at Lycan Link, heading his own team against the Purists.

A front, perhaps for other, less commendable activities?
His wolf made the suggestion, trying to reason through this unexpected turn of events.

It could be, Stone nodded. The more he thought about it, the more probable the situation became. Reno was friends with Damien. Damien had worked for Deirdre. The dots seemed to line up. He’d automatically assumed Reno was on the up and up, but what proof did he really have?

Dante rolled his eyes. “Quit thinking and make the damned call. We’re wasting time.”

Keeping the gun pointed at Dante’s chest, Stone carefully pulled out his phone. Reno picked up immediately.

“What’s up, Stone?”

“You told me to call you if I ever managed to catch Dante. Why?”

Reno didn’t reply right away. “I believe I said I had a question for him. There’ve been leaks at Lycan Link. He could be the source.”

There was something off about Reno’s voice. Stone’s wolf began to rumble, sensing deceit. “What if I told you I have him right here, a gun pointed at his chest?”

“Shit.”

Stone curled his lip. “Not the right response, Reno. How long have you been working with this sleezeball?”

He could hear Reno sigh heavily. “It’s not what you think, Stone. Dante’s an undercover agent.”

“What? That’s bullshit.” Stone stared at Dante who gave a smug smile and visibly relaxed.

Reno continued to talk. “That’s what I said when I first learned about him. He’s been deep undercover for years. His true role is strictly on a need to know basis.”

“How do I know you’re not in this with him?”

“Would I have sent you to Cantala to rescue the Duffy pups and possibly bump into him if I was?”

“No. I suppose not.” Stone studied Dante, still not believing what he was hearing. “There’s no way he isn’t a scum-sucking piece of shit.”

“He’s spent years creating that persona. I only found out because Sam, Damien’s mate, asked me to deal with him when he was blackmailing an old man. When I started asking questions about him, I was hauled on the carpet by Fielding and given the lowdown.”

“Damn.” Stone lowered the gun.

“Remember, this is need to know. You can’t tell anyone. Dante’s on a case right now.”

“Fine.” Stone ended the call in disgust. His wolf flopped to the ground, equally unhappy with what they’d just learned.

“Well?” Dante leaned back in his seat.

“I’m not allowed to kill you.”

“Disappointing isn’t it? Like offering a child a piece of candy and then taking it away.”

“Yeah.” Stone checked over his shoulder. Francisco was still unconscious. “How much can you tell me?”

“Since you’re now ‘in the know’, I can share quite a bit. I might even be able to put you to work.”

“The idea of working for you makes me want to gag.”

“And so it should. If it didn’t then I wouldn’t be doing my job.” Dante got out of the jeep, took some rope from under the seat and went to where Francisco lay on the ground. “We’ll throw this guy in the back. If we leave him here, he’ll make his way back to Mendoza or someone will find his body.” He efficiently tied up the man and, with Stone’s help, dumped him in the back.

Stone rested his arm against the rear of the vehicle. “Explain what was going on with the pups. I was there when you met with Mendoza to check on the ‘parcels’ he had for you. You’d made arrangements for them to be collected the next day. What were you going to do with them?”

“You were there?” Dante raised a brow. “I wondered if I scented a Lycan in the area but the incense Mendoza burns was stinking up the air.”

“You’re stalling. Answer my question. What was the plan for the children?”

“Still doubting me, I see.” Dante affected an offended expression. Stone continued to pin him with his gaze and finally Dante gave in. “When Mendoza contacted me to say he had two parcels for sale, I never expected it to be Lycan pups. Once I realized what I was dealing with, I was thinking on the fly, trying to come up with a plan.”

“And if I hadn’t retrieved them?”

“You were responsible for that? Thank you. It saved me a lot of grief.” Dante began to walk towards the front of the jeep. “If Dee had collected them, she would have realized they were Lycan pups. I might have tried to persuade her to contact the Chicago pack; with their infertility problems they might have been willing buyers. Or perhaps I would have arranged to have someone snatch them and deliver them to Lycan Link.” He shrugged. “Something would have come to me.”

Stone would have liked to pursue the topic, still suspicious of the man but Dante was starting the engine.

“Where are we headed?” Stone climbed back into the jeep.