Page 57 of Dominion
She held her breath, trying to organize her thoughts. Who was this man? Someone from South America… Leon had died in Venezuela. What had Ben told her about it?
The doors opened and the gun disappeared into his jacket pocket, still pointed directly at her. “Close them.Now,” he growled.
She hit the ‘close door’ button. The elevator continued up to Ben’s floor. Please, she prayed, let him be out by Karen’s desk where he would see her standing there with the wolf she presumed was his enemy.
No such luck. The doors slid open to an empty reception area. Karen wasn’t at her desk, and Ben’s door was closed.
“Close the doors and hit P1.”
She hesitated.
“Do it!” he snarled.
She obeyed. “Who are you?”
The shifter’s lip curled. “I am Sandoval.”
She looked at him blankly.
“He has not told you about me?” he asked, sounding offended.
She shrugged, trying to look unconcerned.
“I am the wolf who’s going to make your lover boy pay.”
“What did he do to you?”
The doors slid open in the garage and the nasty wolf shoved her forward, out of the elevator. “Tomás Solís murdered my wife and children.”
She sucked in her breath, the blast of hatred from the man almost palpable. She didn’t know who Tomás Solís was, but she didn’t think it was the right time to ask.
He marched her forward, his fingers on her upper arm digging into her flesh. Two younger men jumped out of a dark car and one of them held the door open for Sandoval. “Get in,” he snapped, shoving her forward.
“Who’s this?” one of the younger men asked. He resembled her captor—perhaps he was his son or nephew.
Sandoval pushed in to sit beside her. “The Solís pup’s mate.”
“What do we want with her?” the other man asked.
“Just drive the car,” Sandoval snapped. “Back to the house.”
The car backed out and sped out of the parking garage. She scanned the cars coming in, thinking she might try to flag down help, but she realized the windows were too tinted for anyone to see her inside.
The older wolf’s son twisted around in the front seat to look at her, and then his father. He said something in Spanish.
The older man said something back, then turned to her, a nasty smile on his face.
“I killed Solís too fast. I should have made him watch while I tortured his pups before his eyes.” He picked up a lock of her hair and twirled it between his fingers. “But now I can rectify that.” His dark eyes glinted. “His son can watch his mate defiled, then killed. And then, when I finish the youngest Solís, my vengeance will be complete.”
Was Ben the youngest Solís?
“I-I’m not actually Ben’s mate. It was a mistake—he didn’t mean to mark me. I’m human.”
“Which makes you all the more fragile.” The man smiled. “Torturing a human is so rewarding.”
She shuddered.
The car pulled up to a villa-style vacation rental—a self-contained unit, two stories high with a wall surrounding the property.