Harley’s P.O.V.
Carlos’s voice turned glacial, laced with bitterness that made my stomach twist.
“Oh, right? Harley is in a more dangerous place than a silver prison. Cool!
So, what can you do about it, wolf?”
The threat evident in his tone rang ominous bells in my head, making me concerned about an upcoming argument. I spoke up desperately.
“Hey, give it back to me. I’ll talk to him.”
But Carlos ignored my plea as if it were nothing, sneering. “You don’t get to talk about me when you are just a detective from the police department. Good luck hearing from her again!”
He disconnected the call with a scowl. I could hear Derek’s yelling right before he cut the line and opened the contact’s screen. My eyes widened with disbelief.
“Alpha, what are you doing? Please give me my phone.”
“Nope!” Carlos said flatly, not looking at me. “How dare he shout at you? I am blocking his number.”
What?
I got up and reached for my phone, forgetting my hunger. “Please try to understand, Alpha. Derek was
