It wasn’t Serena’s, and it definitely wasn’t mine.
“Something’s happening,” Serena murmured.
Another pulse hit.
Fear.
This time, it was Serena’s.
Something was wrong.
Serena grabbed my arm. “Phone.”
I fumbled it out of my pocket, hands shaking as I immediately called Benji.
It rang.
And rang.
And rang.
Nothing.
My chest tightened. “He’s not answering.”
Serena’s jaw flexed. “Try Vinny.”
I switched contacts and called him.
Straight to voicemail.
The rage in the bond intensified.
Serena let go of my arm and took off towards Vinny’s office, ordering me to follow, and I did. But, I also called Reed.
He picked up just as we entered the office and Serena threw herself in Vinny’s chair.
Gunfire erupted through the speaker so loud I nearly dropped the phone.
Reed was laughing. Not hysterical or scared, but exhilarated, like he was having the most fun in his life.
“What’s up buttercup?” he asked all too casually.
My lips pulled into a thin line. I wasn’t sure if I liked Reed anymore, but that was a problem for later.
Another shot cracked in the background. Someone shouted. Reed laughed again, breathless and bright.
“Why the fuck are you on the phone right now?” Vinny snarled in the background.
“Your omega called! Do you want me to hang up?”
There was a strained sound, like Vinny was two seconds from either crying or killing someone.
“Focus!” Vinny barked.
“I am focused,” Reed replied smoothly.
Another gunshot.
