Kyle returned to the hotel, where he slept until noon. Then he decided to pay a visit to Connoisseurs. Despite what he’d said to Brax earlier, there was no reason for him to play keep-away from the bordello. He’d never met Russo—or Eliot Russell as he’d called himself when he’d destroyed Nichole and Tomas. If Kyle had known what was going on when it happened, he might have tried to kill Russo then and there. But by the time he’d found out about it, it was too late—or so he’d thought. Now, he knew better and wanted to see the bastard shifter in person, before dealing with him one way or another.
Okay. Not in person. Not yet. I would like to get a good look at his stomping grounds, however. A better look than what I’ve gotten so far from the Connoisseurs website.
Prior to going out to the
