Triple Dog Dare

Chapter Twenty-Two

Rodolfo sat in the motel room and angrily waited. He didn’t like to be kept waiting, especially by Marston. A little after ten that night, someone softly knocked on his door.

Rodolfo nodded at one of his men, Trent, who opened the door.

Marston stood there, obviously nervous from the way he kept shifting his weight on his feet.

“About time you got here,” Rodolfo scolded. “Where the hell were you?”

“You aren’t the one that dragon woman will fry.”

“Forget that. It’s your own damn fault. What did you find out?”

“The wedding is tomorrow. There will be a lot of people going in and out of the Lyall ranch. Caterers, guests, friends. You should be able to get a couple of your men in close to grab her then.”

“Very good. You might live yet, Marston. Get out.” Once Marston had left, Rodolfo looked at his two best men, Trent and Ken, both Alphas he’d wished had been born his actual sons. “Tomorrow morning, you will go in there, find the Pardie bitch, and bring her to me. If you can grab the coyote as well, fine, but the Pardie bitch is your target. Understood?”

Both men nodded.

“Good. You head out there early. I’ve got my plane standing by tomorrow morning at the airport in Port Charlotte. As soon as we have her, we’ll head there and take off.”

“Where are we going?” one of the men asked.

“I have a compound in Montana. Well armed and well prepared. No one will find us out there.”