Hiding His Wolf [Urban Affairs 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Gale Stanley Page A

car and accost him, but then he might scare the man off. Better to wait until Simon got to his front door.
     
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    Levi, how the fuck did you find me? Simon had to give the half-breed credit for tracking him down. He must want to find Noah badly, but he was going about this rescue mission all wrong. Levi probably thought he had the element of surprise on his side, but Simon was prepared for anything and Levi was making this way too easy for him.
    Simon always kept a close eye on the street, and he’d spotted the half-breed immediately. Even if Levi had no idea that Simon was a Federal Agent who could pick out a tail a mile away, he shouldn’t have stationed himself so close to the building. Simon had intended to fulfill his obligation to Graham before going after Levi. There was no rush to bring in the half-breed. Levi wasn’t going anywhere without Noah and Simon wanted the extra time to come up with a plan. Levi’s capture was a foregone conclusion, but Simon preferred that the half-breed not know that Simon was behind it. It was stupid and sentimental and totally unlike Simon. But for some reason he didn’t want Levi to think he’d fucked him as part of a plan to bring him in. Now Levi left him no choice. Simon would have to take him down before he left New York.
    Simon grew tired of waiting for Levi to make his move. He would have to bring things to a head himself. He left his building by a back entrance and circled around to the front. Levi made a lousy spy. He was asleep in his car. Luckily something woke him and he lifted his head, or Simon might have been forced to circle the block again. Instead he walked to the front entrance and made a great show of searching his pockets for his keys.
    Hurry up, asshole.
    Aware of Levi sneaking up behind him, Simon took his time picking out the right key.
    “Don’t turn around. Don’t try anything stupid. Unlock the door and walk inside.” The voice at Simon’s ear was a low rumble.
    The gun at Simon’s back was not unexpected, but he made a show of being surprised. Levi would expect some kind of reaction. He twisted his head and felt a hard shove from the gun.
    “Don’t make me use this.”
    Simon smiled to himself. Wouldn’t think of it. He inserted the key and opened the door. There was a panic button inside next to the doorframe that would summon security, but Simon didn’t use it. Thankfully the small lobby was empty. Simon walked calmly to the elevator and pushed the up arrow. The metal doors slid open, and Levi followed him inside. Simon pushed number twelve and the doors slid shut.
    “What are you doing here, Levi?” Simon eyed the Sig Sauer in Levi’s hand. “If you intend to rob me, I’m telling you now, I don’t keep a lot of cash in my condo.”
    “Shut up.”
    Simon sighed. The elevator doors slid open, and Levi motioned him to go ahead. Simon walked to his door silently. He didn’t want to provoke Levi into an attack. Not yet anyway.
    Levi kept the gun pointed at Simon while he looked around. Simon made good money, and his home reflected it. The condo had a lot of open space and floor-to-ceiling windows with incredible views of Central Park.
    “Sit down.” Levi barked at him, and Simon sat on the leather couch. He kept his mouth shut, but his mind was going a mile a minute, planning attack and counter attack strategies.
    “I know who you are Simon. You’re DSA and your little game is up, but before I kill you, I want to know where Noah is.”
    “You’re not a killer, Levi—”
    The half-breed was on him in a second. Levi backhanded him across the face then hauled him up by the lapels of his jacket. Levi’s red, angry face was only inches from Simon’s. “You don’t know anything about me,” Levi rasped in a harsh voice. Spittle flew from his mouth. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be telling me your life story.” He shoved Simon back against the seat cushions. “I’ll ask you again. Where is Noah?”
    Simon