The Wolf Pack, Victor called them. They were loud, arrogant men who treated the world like it was something they could buy or break. They had never liked me. To them, I was just a grunt, a government dog who wasn’t good enough for their princess.
I turned the corner toward the ICU waiting area, and there they were. It looked like a blockade. Victor was sitting on a bench, checking his watch like he was late for a board meeting. The seven brothers stood in a semicircle around the to her room.
When they saw me, the atmosphere shifted. It wasn’t grief I saw in their eyes. It was annoyance.
“Finally,” Victor said, standing up. He smoothed his expensive Italian suit. “The soldier returns.”
“Where is she?” I growled, stepping forward.
Dominic, the oldest brother, stepped in my path. He was a big guy, a gym rat with vanity muscles and soft hands. He put a hand on my chest.
