What goes bump in the night

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Remington listened to the house around them. He decided that this basement must be sound proof because other than hearing people walk around upstairs, he heard nothing. No one had come to check on them since Mara had been brought down. He hated not knowing what time it was and that no one knew what was going on. It was something he got naturally from his father, as much as he hated admitting it. He liked knowing what was going on and he liked having control of certain situations... This being a situation that made him agitated for not knowing what was going on.  

He looked down at Mara, who had fallen asleep after laying her head in his lap. He wanted nothing more than to just wrap his arms around her and hold her but he couldn't do that either. He closed his eyes as he listened to the first set of footsteps he had heard in a long while. He opened his eyes as the door to the room he and Mara were closed in, opened. The same guy that had brought Mara down stood there, a look of pain and jealousy flashing over his features before he put on a mask. Remy growled, "She wasn't yours in the first place."

The guy snarled at him, "She isn't marked as yours, she could still be mine." He watched Remy as he slinked a little further into the room.

"Do you run this operation? Or who do I have to talk to, to figure out what's going on?" Remy watched the lean but musclar guy come further into the room.

He shook his head, "My father is in charge of the compound."

"Then bring him down. I'd like out of these chains and figure out why you took Mara as well as why I'm being kept like this." Remy stared hard at him. He couldn't be much older than Mara or himself.

He shook his head. "What I want to know is how you could take on as many of our guys as you did with knocking six of them out..."

Remy shook his head, "Your father could answer that question."

"No werewolf I've ever heard of could take on that many people. We only got you down with a small dose of wolfsbane. How are you so strong? Are you an Alpha line?" The guy questioned Remy.

Remy turned his head to the door as it opened again and an older looking man walked in. The guy already in the room looked very similar to the man walking in. He felt Mara stir and sit up, his agitation waking her up. She nestled into his side, the situation before her worrying her. Remy turned and kissed her head lightly, "Don't worry, we'll get this figured out." He whispered to her. He turned his attention back to the men in front of him. “Who are you guys?”

The older man looked upon Mara and Remy with tired grey eyes. Remy looked like someone he knew, the recognition flashing over his face. “Who are you?”

Remy shook his head as a small growl erupted from his throat. “Well since we’re getting nowhere...” He looked to the two men before him. “I’m Remington Lux and you know Mara. Now, please enlighten me as to why we’re here. And can I get my arms out of the bind they are in?”

The older man stared at Remy. He knew that he looked familiar from somewhere. “You’re Bruce’s boy? Why aren’t you here on the compound?”

"Because my mother wasn't involved with you all and neither am I, nor will I ever be. What you did to Mara when she was a toddler is unacceptable." Remy growled as he knew the older man had now realized who he was. He nodded his head toward Remy and the younger guy walked up to him; releasing him from all his binding. Remy rubbed his wrists, the back of his neck, and lastly his ankles. He stood up, pulling Mara up along with him.

"How is Bruce?" The older man asked, “You were only let loose for the fact that you are Bruce’s boy... You’d still be there if you weren’t.”

"We're not talking about my father, we're talking about why you took my Mate away from me and why you had your men attack me." Remy was tense, he was ready to attack on the drop of a dime.

The older man saw so much of Bruce in the young man; his determination, his strength, his dedication to his mate.... He glanced back and forth between the two. Neither one was marked. "Why have you not marked her?"

Remy stalked toward the man. Even though Remy wasn't Alpha-line blood, his father's former superior position granted him a size advantage over most other werewolves. And he used it in situations to give him a leg-up. "Quit asking me these stupid fucking questions," he seethed, "and answer mine."

The younger man had resorted to standing behind the older man. The older man stood his ground against Remy and tried not to show his fear. "We took Mara because my son, Drake, is to mate her." He gestured to the man behind him. "You took down six of our best men, what were we suppose to do when you came into compound; unasked, uninvited, and unknown? And I am Gregory Steele. You two make yourselves comfy down here, you'll be here awhile." And with that, Drake and Gregory left the room, locking the door behind themselves.

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Bruce stared out on the back lawn of the high security prison he was kept in. He sighed as he rubbed his large thumb over the photo in his hand. He missed his family, joining the Elites was something that was ingrained in him but doing what they had hadn't been the plan. They had let things go too far and he had realized that, sitting here all these years. He felt something at the back of his mind, and soon realized someone was trying to get ahold of him. He opened his mind to the link and soon felt what seemed to be sun and warmth within him. His mate, Grace, was trying to mind-link with him.

Hello Grace.  He greeted.

Hi Bruce. Grace sounded nervous. He didn't like that.

What's wrong, love? He questioned. He knew there really wasn't much he could do but if he would comfort his mate in anyway possible.

Something's wrong... Remy's mate was kidnapped by someone out of the compound. He went to get her and I haven't heard anything from him... he won't answer his phone... Worry coated Grace's voice. Bruce could feel her begin to pace.

They shouldn't do anything to him. He's my son, they know I'd kill them if I found out they did something to my son. Bruce growled at the thought.

Something's just not right, Bruce. I can feel it....

Leave it to me, sweetheart. I'll get it worked out. Bruce paused before he finished the conversation with his mate. I love you, Gracey.

He could feel her smile through their link. I love too you too, Bruce.

Bruce stood up then and called to the guard. Time to pull some strings, he was ready to do what he had to, to be paroled.

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