The restaurant was desolate from the outside—which wasn’t new. The place wasn’t due to open for another week after being remodeled. Though it had a sign saying come in, most of the locals knew it was still closed.
Spread into two sets, Mason and Jake marched toward the front entrance while Nate and Aric closed in on the back side. A dusty old Nissan pulled up at that moment. Kass hopped out of the driver’s side and a tall man in pressed sweats from the passenger side. Fury burned at his throat. He’d never been tempted to throw a woman into a jail cell. Or to shred her into tiny pieces with his claws. She slammed the car door and went around the gray car, the other guy following close behind.
“Hurry up, Charlie. These people are going to be pissed,” Kass muttered.
“Of course they are. Yo
