It is taking everything in me not to rush in there and gut him like a fish and take Olive, chair and all, and get the fuck out of here but movement across the way makes me pause.
“I liked you better submissive and afraid.”
“Sorry to disappoint.”
I swallow a growl as I watch that dead man hit my mate again, aiming my gun in order to end this quickly, but Hayk moves too close to Olive as several men begin lining the circle, obstructing my view and I lose my shot.
Not that it matters too much. They’re all going to die tonight, I just want to make sure my omega is completely out of harm’s way before I kill them. These guns are not to be taken lightly, and the right kind of shot could move through one of these assholes and find a home inside her body just as easily.
I blow the dog whistle again as I try to find a better vantage point, Hayk’s goons making it harder as they tighten ranks. I can hear my pups inching closer to the edge of the circle, staying hidden the way they’ve been trained while they look for their own openings.
“I’m not really disappointed, just pissed, and that means I’m not sure if I’m going to wait for your bonded pack to show up and kill you in front of them, or take you back to New York and put you to work for me again. Either way I win, but I’m trying to decide if I want instant gratification or something more long term. Then again, a bonded omega with the bites to prove it canbe a hard sell back home.” He punches Olive again, her head snapping back on her neck as Hayk looms over her. “I do love a challenge, though. How about we let your mates decide.”
That’s more than I can fucking take.
I rush toward the circle of men, firing at will as at least a dozen more come out of nowhere, my dogs following my lead as they attack anyone they can sink their teeth into. Someone jumps on my back as several bastards take aim, but I spin at the last second and they take out their friend instead while I use him as a human shield.
Chaos breaks out all around me as another large group comes crashing through the only actual door and just as I find an opening, a clearing in the sea of bodies and bloodshed, Hayk yells, “Now!”
And that’s the exact second this changes from a search and rescue, to sacrifice and survival.
CHAPTER 34
LIV
REVENGE - PAPA ROACH
Rune.
My head lolls to my right as he comes rushing toward me, bullets flying as Hayk’s men start dropping like flies.
Everything is happening so fast; Rune shooting at anything with a pulse, more of Hayk’s men barging into the warehouse. I can hear our puppies growling and barking, and men screaming as those dogs do what they do best.
I shake my head hard, trying to stay conscious and regretting it immediately as pain lances through my skull but I can tell if I get hit again, I’m going to pass out, and I can’t do that. I can’t let Rune do this on his own.
I knew they would come for me no matter how hard I tried to manifest the opposite and now that he’s here, I have to help.
Especially as Hayk shouts, “Now!”
Several things happen at once and I struggle to process all of them.
A bark and high pitched whine comes from across the room, a single bullet fired before all three dogs stop making any other sounds. I lift my head and crane my neck, trying like hell to see what happened through the blood on my face. Trying to findthe bastard I’m going to enjoy killing for touching one single hair on one of my dog’s heads, but I don’t see anyone. I can’t. I just see my puppies. My heart sinks and tears spring to my eyes when my stare locks on Bee, our sweet girl laid out and barely breathing while Rus and Cy protect her, their teeth bared, mouths foaming, but they’re stock still and silent.
A tear rolls down my cheek before my eyes snap to the right again, the sound of multiple guns cocking drawing my attention in their direction. At least twenty men surround my mate, weapons drawn and pointed at Rune at point blank range. His chest is pumping, his breaths ragged and harsh. Both of his arms are raised, his SIGs locked on targets, but his eyes… Those beautiful dark eyes are trained on me.
I’ve failed again.
The bond link. It has to be because that’s his voice in my head, I know it is, and while I can’t hear more than that, I know my alpha is about to do something beyond reckless thanks to the guilt that’s starting to build in his chest.
“Don’t,” I whisper, my mate’s eyes narrowing on my face as I shake my head.
I’m not going to lose him, not going to let him sacrifice his life for my own, and when I see the same emotion pass over his face, my thoughts echo loudly in my mind and I know for a fact this is going to be a battle of wills.
Until Hayk changes the game again.
“The girl,” he barks over his shoulder, holding out his hand and flexing his fingers as he waits. “Now!”
My heart slams against my ribs as I watch one of his men drag a little girl toward us, the poor thingmaybefour years old and absolutely terrified. She tries to scream as Hayk grabs the rope around her wrists and yanks her to his side, but the cloth gag is muffling the sound, and it looks so tight that her jaw is struggling to move. She looks around the room as tearsstream down her face, her big brown eyes bouncing from person to person, threat to threat, as she starts to sob. The girl does a double take when she sees me, a mix of relief and fear, panic and calm flooding her little body, her eyes pleading with mine, silently begging me for help. For safety. For all the things I wanted but never got at her age.
