Chapter 94: Puppet Show.
’Keep it cool." Tristan warned through their mind link as Samuel walked closer to the porch with a laptop bag.
They watched him come into the sitting room and shut the door behind him, standing obediently by it.
"Good evening, Sirs." He greeted with an automated voice. "May I proceed?" He asked, not waiting for any responses.
"You may." Troy said, while Theo had his eyes focused on his phone screen, typing with very high concentration.
He was seeking for every form of information on Samuel they could use or capitalize on if it ever came down to threatening him, but was coming up with nothing.
He really needed his laptop but there was no way in hell he was going to leave the guy who had willingly put him and his mate in danger, so he decided to text one of his most trusted friends from college, who luckily was a werewolf and an extraordinary techie like him.
’Bud. I need your help. Right now. Look up this name, and text me all there is to know about him. Samuel Davidson.’ He typed rereading it for a second before pressing send.
Seeing that Theo was done typing, Samuel began talking.
"It was a gang ambush, not just a bunch of hoodlums. And the gang’s name is Ricardi. They are a bunch of Italian strays." He clipped, his face stoic.