Saving Ren (Barretti Security Series, Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

through him. How the hell could he explain that it hadn’t been about pain? At least not in the beginning when he and Zane had agreed upon this arrangement. But the other man was right – Declan was relying more and more on the pain to wipe away the reality that what they were doing wasn’t enough. Nothing Zane did would take away the aching, empty need that Declan was drowning in.
    But maybe Zane was right and it was time to rethink the relationship, though the use of that word to describe what they had between them was a stretch. Even fuck buddies didn’t work since they rarely saw each other outside of this room. They were simply two guys who used each other to get off and the reasons they did so were their own. But apparently even Zane was starting to see through him. If Declan didn’t get his shit together soon, the world he’d spent his entire life building would come crashing down around him and people would realize he was a complete and utter fraud.
    Feeling the need to get out of the suddenly too small room, Declan quickly buttoned up his shirt and reached for his gun. He was just tucking it into the holster when the alarm on his phone sounded. He froze for a second as the ringtone registered and then he snatched the phone out of his pocket. His heart leapt into his throat as the notification flashed across his screen and then he was rushing out of the room.
     
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    Declan was so distracted that he didn’t even register the sound of the passenger door on his car being opened and by the time he had his gun drawn and aimed, a powerful hand closed around his wrist.
    “Put it away, Detective,” Jagger muttered. “Unless you want me to pull out my gun and we can compare whose is bigger,” he said dryly.
    “Jesus Christ, Varos,” Declan snapped as he yanked his arm free. His adrenaline surged through his blood as he eased his finger off the trigger. “Are you fucking insane?” he bit out. His words barely cleared his mouth before Jagger’s huge hand wrapped around his throat and dragged him forward so only inches separated their mouths.
    “You have one minute to explain who is in that God damn cabin, Detective,” Jagger snarled as he glanced through the windshield at the log cabin that sat in the clearing more than 500 yards away. The fact that a jet black vintage GTO sat parked in front of the sparsely lit structure had Declan guessing Jagger already had his answer. Add in that Jagger didn’t seem to be concerned about the gun still in Declan’s hand and Declan was certain Jagger already knew what was going on.
    He managed to wrench free of the hold Jagger had on him and snapped, “Why waste time telling you something you already know?”
    “Then tell me something I don’t,” Jagger responded. “Like why I shouldn’t call Vin and Dom right now and tell them how a guy they think of as family fucking stabbed them in the back.”
    Declan shoved out of the car but left the door open so the noise of it being closed wouldn’t be heard through the open glade. Even though it was dark, Declan knew this place by heart and the surrounding mountains would act as an echo chamber for any and all sounds. And the last thing he wanted was for the occupant of the cabin to hear them.
    Jagger got out too and Declan wasn’t surprised to see him mimic Declan’s move not to shut the car door. He strode around the car and got into Declan’s face once more and Declan wasn’t sure if it was out of anger or so their voices wouldn’t carry.
    “How did you find me?” Declan asked. The road winding up the mountain wasn’t exactly teeming with traffic and he sure as hell would have noticed headlights behind him.
    “Tracking device. I put it on your car after you said something about keeping Ren safe.”
    Declan was so surprised that he couldn’t even find the words to respond.
    “Short memory, Detective?” Jagger asked. When Declan didn’t answer, Jagger nodded knowingly. “Didn’t you wonder how you got home