Betrayal

Tension

Chapter 4

After diving into my thoughts for a while, I decided to have a look around. I found myself wandering a hallway that brought me to different bedrooms. I glanced into one to find Jaxson lounging on his bed. I leaned against the door frame while crossing my arms. Since he didn't know I was there yet, I took the chance to look him over again. His military cut was starting to grow out a little and his shirts were still pulled tight against his chest. I could see a tattoo peeking out from underneath one of the short sleeves, almost looking like a tribal tattoo.

"Hey Jaxson." I smiled slightly at him.

He quickly sat up and his brown eyes met mine with a smile. "My Queen."

I chuckled softly in response and walked over to him and sat beside him on his bed. "What are you doing? I mean, is there a plan to find my uncle?"

He looked at me for a moment before looking away. "Liam is looking into Stefan's known whereabouts right now. But I know that no one has been able to find him so we'll have to look elsewhere if we are truly going to find him. And no, no plan as of yet. I think we're just trying to figure out where he's hiding."

I noded slowly in understanding. "I can understand that. How did you four meet anyway?"

"We'll, it's kind of a long story but I'll do the short version for now. I was a mercenary for hire and I met Ragnar on one of my missions. He's always been kind of dark and broody. Never really knew much about his personal life, not that type of guy. I ended up quitting that life and went on the road, going nowhere until I came across Aris in a bar I stopped into. He was definitely a ladies man back then." He stops for a moment to shake his head. "When he got a little too close to one woman she turned him over to her brother. At the time the brother had been a lord over that territory and let's just say he learned his lesson the hard way. Liam on the other hand, I met him through an old friend of mine. He had been doing their dirty work and he's pretty brilliant. When you want someone found he's the guy you go to. I think that's why he's having such a difficult time accepting he hasn't yet found your uncle, Stefan."

"And that's the short story? You're going to have to tell me the longer version one day. I'd like to hear more about the other guys and what kind of trouble they've gotten themselves into, and that's including yourself." I bumped my shoulder against his arm since he was a little taller than me. "Is there a gym here by any chance? I need to work out my frustrations a little."

He chuckled after I bump my shoulder into him and said, "yeah, it's on the opposite side of the cabin. Go down the hallway just past the kitchen and it's the third door on your right, down in the basement."

After I stood I leaned down to kiss his cheek, looking into his eyes. "Thank you for sharing with me. I appreciate it."

His eyes widened at the brief contact and softened slightly as they looked into mine. He lifted his hand to brush his thumb against my cheek lightly.

"You're welcome, my Queen."

I walked away following his directions and found myself in the basement. I began to feel giddy when I spotted a punching bag. I looked around to see if they had any clothes around when I found a few lockers. I looked through each random locker until I found a pair of leggings and a tank top and put those on, wrapping my hands in the Kumpur. How do they have all of these female clothes just laying around? It's kind of weird if you ask me, almost like they had been expecting me. I frowned at the train of thought and started stretching to warm up my muscles. Liam did tell me they had the warehouse built for when they met their mates. Instead they only get one. I grinned a little to myself.

I bounced on my toes and started punching the bag.Randomly I would kick the bag from different angles. After a while of punching and kicking the bag, I was too focused on the bag to be paying any attention to my surroundings, when I felt a presence behind me. I spun around and kicked out my leg aiming for the person's neck. Instead my ankle is caught in an iron grip and it's pushed away. I looked up to see who it was, low and behold it was Ragnar.