Unbounded Fury

by Jaden Sinclair

  “The males can withstand lots of pain,” he said, holding his hand out. A thick whip was placed in it. “Let’s see what females can handle, shall we?”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Five stitches isn’t that bad,” Logan said, finishing up on Thorn’s side. “You should be back to your cold, nasty, self in a couple of days.” Thorn grunted and Logan smiled. Dannie came up on his side and took over with cleaning up the wound and putting a bandage on. At the same time, Logan’s new phone went off. “Hello?”

  “Logan, its Nick.”

  “Hey man, thanks for sending your brothers. Don’t think we could’ve gotten out without their help.”

  “Not a problem, but that isn’t why I’m calling.”

  “What’s up?”

  “Logan, your father has been found.” Logan stopped walking around the small hotel room, his smile slowly leaving his face and dread filling him. “He’s at one of our clinics and he’s in bad shape. He’s asking for you to come as quickly as possible.”

  Logan started to shake and moved over to one of the beds in the room to sit down. “How bad is he?”

  “Bad. You need to come.”

  “Give me the location.” Logan listened as Dominic Vanderburg gave Logan directions to a local shifter clinic where his father was being treated. After assuring Nick that he would be there in a few hours, that they were close, he hung up and looked over at Dannie and Thorn. “It’s my father.”

  Thorn gave him a nod. “Go. We’ll stay here until you get back.”

  Logan turned his eyes on Dannie and she gave him a smile. “I’ll be fine. You go and see your father.”

  Logan nodded, stood up, and started for the door. He reached it, with his hand on the knob when Dannie came up to him, touching his arm. He turned to her and she brought him down for a hug, one he didn’t even know he needed until she gave it. Hugging her back, he kissed the top of her head, then her lips quickly before leaving the room.

  Taking the van, he drove about five hours to the clinic. It was late, and one single light stayed on. Parking, then getting out, Logan walked up to the front door and before he knocked the door opened.

  “Mr. Wallace?” a nurse asked him.

  “Yeah, that’s me,” Logan said.

  “Follow me, please.”

  Logan walked inside and she closed and locked the door behind him. Saying nothing more, he followed the female shifter down a hall, past many rooms to one on the end. She stopped, opened the door and stood back to let him in. She didn’t go in with him.

  The room was dimly lit and not very large. A small table was next to a narrow hospital style bed, near the window. Logan stood in the middle of the room staring at the bed, telling himself that the figure in it wasn’t his father. His father was a much larger man than the one outlined by the bedding. However, his nose told him the truth. The scent that he picked up did belong to his father.

  Moving slowly, he walked up to the bed and sure enough recognized that this broken man was his father. Logan grabbed the only chair and pulled it up to the bed, sitting down. His hands shook as he reached for his father’s hand. The moment he made contact, Patrick Wallace’s eyes opened.

  “Logan?” he rasped out.

  “I’m here.” Logan gripped his father’s hand tightly feeling each bone. Two years that bitch had kept the two of them, and look what she’d done to his father in those two years.

  “I’m sorry,” Patrick breathed out. “I’m so sorry you got dragged into this mess.”

  “What did she do to you?”

  Patrick shook his head and closed his eyes for a few minutes. One tear fell free, down the side of his face. “I know I’ve done many things in my life that I’m not proud of, and I know I’ve never told you, but I’m so proud of you.” His eyes opened then. “So very proud of you. You’ve grown into a male of worth.”

  Logan didn’t even bother with holding back his own tears. They fell down his face, which he wiped away with his free hand.

  “I’m dying, Logan,” Patrick started in a dry voice.

  Logan shook his head. “No you’re not.”

  “Yes I am, and I want you to do something for me.”

  “I’ll do anything you want, just don’t give up and die.”

  “There is this girl that helped me get away. She didn’t get out.” Logan’s gut dropped. He knew about whom his father was talking. Katrina. “I fear what Vintina might do to her.”

  “What happened between you and her?” Logan asked. “I know you had a past and she kept coming around, but what she did to you and me is beyond anything I would have ever imagined her capable of doing.”

  Patrick closed his eyes and took a struggling breath it seemed. “She blames me for what happened to her years ago.”

  “What happened?”

  Patrick opened his eyes again and looked at Logan. “I had an affair with her.” Logan swore softly. “And so did others one night. I had lost interest, as I always did quickly with women, and when my friends wanted to have a turn I told them I didn’t care. I was done with her.” Another tear slipped free. “Forgive me. I never knew she was this unstable.”

  “She called it rape. Did they rape her?”

  Patrick shook his head, “No. She slept with them to make me jealous. I worked things out with your mother again and straightened up. When I saw her again she was pregnant and tried to claim I was the father, but I wasn’t. Richard was.”

  Logan knew Richard. He used to come around all the time and was a close friend of his father. One day Richard just sort of disappeared, and Logan never knew why.

  “What happened to Richard?” Logan asked.

  “She killed him.” Patrick sighed. He now sounded tired. “I didn’t know back then if she had the child and kept it, but she killed Richard to keep the secret. I know I should have told you all of this. That girl—that girl that helped me, is Richard’s daughter. You have to go help her.”

  “I will.” Agreeing to help Katrina seemed to ease his father.

  Patrick started to close his eyes once more, only he opened them quickly. “Vashti! You need to take care of her as well.”

  “She’s a big girl, Dad. She can take care of herself, but I’ll be there if she needs me.”

  Patrick frowned and shook his head. “Vanderburg is after her. Make sure he treats her good.”

  “He will.”

  Again Patrick nodded, his eyes drifting closed. “And you. You need to find someone.”

  Logan smiled. “I found someone, Dad, someone special.”

  “Good, good.” Patrick’s voice began to fade, as did the hold he had on Logan’s hand. “Now I can rest.”

  Logan’s smile slipped as he stared at his father. His chest rose and fell, but it was starting to slow down with rising up. Then right before his eyes, Patrick stopped breathing.

  “Dad?” Logan squeezed his hand, and stood up. “Dad?” Bending over he gave Patrick a shake, but nothing. “No, Dad!” he yelled louder. “Open your eyes.” Another shake, then he cupped his father’s face, moving his head. “Dad, wake up!”

  But he didn’t.

  Tears filled Logan’s eyes and spilled down his face. He sat back down in the chair, bent over, and put his head on his father’s chest. He didn’t hear the familiar beating of his heart, but for one last time he was able to take in his father’s scent and he gave into his grief and cried.

  When the tears were over, he sat up, wiped his face and looked down at his father once more before standing up. “I promise you, Dad, I’ll get Katrina out and make that bitch pay for what she’s done. She won’t get away with any of this.” Bending over once more, he kissed his father on the forehead, straightened, and walked away.

  The sun was bright in the sky when he got back to Thorn and Dannie, and opened the door. Thorn was sleeping in the bed when he walked back inside. Dannie sat at the small table, apparently waiting for him. She stood up.

  Instantly, Dannie came to him, hugging him tight. Logan clos
ed his eyes and held her tight. “He’s gone,” he mumbled against her neck.

  “I’m so sorry,” Dannie said.

  “She killed him.” Dannie tensed up and pulled back. Her eyes were slightly wide when she looked up at him. Logan reached out, touching her face. “I’m not blaming you for any of it, Dannie. You’re not her.”

  “What are you going to do?” she asked in a low voice.

  “First thing I’m going to do is find your sister. She helped him get away.”

  Dannie gasped at that statement and covered her mouth with both hands. “What happened to her?”

  Logan shook his head. “I don’t know, but we will find her. I promise you that.”

  “I’m afraid, Logan,” she whispered. “I’m afraid of what my mother is doing to her for helping your father escape.”

  “I know.”

  She looked in the direction of Thorn. “He won’t admit it, but he’s also worried about her. Maybe you’re right. Maybe he does care some about her, but he won’t admit it to either of us.”

  “So what do we do now?”

  “We stay put until he heals, then we go hunting for your sister. I’m not going to let that bitch kill her like she just killed my father. That I swear to you upon my life.”

  About the Author

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  www.jadensinclair.com

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  Dedrick’s Taming

  The Prowling

  Cole’s Awakening

  The New Breed

  Seducing Sasha

  Draeger’s Legacy

  Darian’s Surrender

  Full Moon Bites

  Reluctant Heat

  Lucifer’s Lust, with Mae Powers

  Love at First Sight

  Toy Soldier

  Forbidden Tales Series

  Tales of the Forbidden, Book 1, Forbidden Temptation

  Tales of the Forbidden, Book 2, Forbidden Rapture

  Tales of the Forbidden, Book 3, Forbidden Innocence

  Tales of the Forbidden, Book 4, Forbidden Lust

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