This is someone who is covering all of their bases just in case. It’s fucking devious, and speaks to the fact that they have some experience in this. Pursing my lips, I continue combing through listings in the dark web, searching through auctions, sex for hire, and other terms as I go.
“Yes, that’s right,” Easton says cheerfully. He’s laying it on thick, but he has every right to. Having to twist people’s arms to do their fucking jobs shouldn’t be necessary. “Chop chop now. I also want everyone to look the other way when we get there. While I don’t trust you assholes, I need more boots on the ground.”
“You are one of us!” Andy yells.
“No, Andy, I’m better.” Easton hangs up with a heavy sigh, and Lyle stands up to head inside.
“I feel like I need to do something,” he mumbles.
“Join the club,” Shiloh grunts.
“Is anyone hungry? Please say yes,” Silas grumbles.
Everyone shakes their heads in denial, and they go inside anyway. Easton follows, and I hope he doesn’t get into too much trouble over what he just did.
Nico jerks in his seat, and I turn toward him, concerned something is happening to him. Instead, he pulls out his phone, his brow wrinkling as he sees a number pop up.
“Isolde, this isn’t the time,” he groans as he answers.
“You’re a difficult man to find,”she greets him. “I met someone we both know in town today. Hollis is just the sweetest, isn’t she?”
“You’re still in Savannah. How lucky for me,” he murmurs.
“What’s wrong with your voice?”
“Bond sickness with a touch of going feral. Do you think we can reschedule this conversation for never?” he asks.
Riley winces at Nico’s words, but my alpha waves him off.
“I’m currently dealing with a pack issue, Isolde. If it offends you, then maybe you can kill me another time,” Nico adds.
We all glare at him, because the reality is that many feral alphas do end up with both homicidal and suicidal tendencies.
“Wait. Feral. Who is missing?”Isolde asks.
“My omega and wife. There’s no trail, no nothing. She was taken just outside of our home, Isolde.”
“So this is real. Hollis wasn’t fucking with me?”
“If you’re speaking of Hollis Edwards, she doesn’t fuck with anyone,” Abbott replies, jumping in. “The woman is a straight shooter unless you’re a problem. We keep in touch.”
“Damn. Since I crashed your wedding, let me help,” she says.
Shiloh makes a frustrated sound before shutting his computer.
“Unless you have a hacker who can find out if my omega is being sold or not, no thank you,” he growls. “We either need people checking warehouse buildings looking for Rosalia, or this. Otherwise, you’re just a pain in my ass.”
Isolde is quiet, and I can feel my ass pucker up and try to turn itself inside out. This is not the kind of person you tell to go away. However, we’re all at our limit with stress, because it feels like time is running out. No one decides they’re going to drown and electrocute their prisoner unless they don’t plan to keep them for long.
We’re quickly heading to the end of the line.
“I actually do have a hacker who may be able to help you,” she says slowly. “He has a way of finding people who can’t be found. You sent me to kill him, Nico.”
“Yes, yes. I fucked up, I’m terrible, fuck!” Nico screams, dropping the phone as his body begins to seize.
“What’s going on?”
Isolde’s words are lost in the shuffle as Shiloh saves my laptop as I pass it to him without looking and I wrap my arms around my alpha’s body.
