Page 26 of Sweet Torment

“Yeah?”

“Are you boys stable?” His voice is clipped.

“What do you mean?”

“Your omega is dead. I’m calling to see if you’re experiencing any kind of reaction.”

My heart stops. Bianca?

“Whitney,” he clarifies, and I can breathe again. “And three of her friends were found in Emmett’s facility. It was a bloodbath. Gonna be a mess to clean up.”

Had to be Bianca. “Do you know what happen⁠—”

“I’ll send a car in the morning and we’ll have you boys taken into the office to be looked over.”

“Wait—”

The line goes dead. The guard takes the phone and leaves. For a long moment, none of us speak. The rain fills the silence, harder now, lashing against the glass.

“Princess.” Owen crouches on the ground and covers his face with his hands, blood still seeping from his knuckles. “What the fuck is Montgomery going to do to her?”

“My guess is they went after her and underfuckingestimated how much she hates them.” A dark admiration colors Tristan’s tone. “He could spin it as self-defense if he’s motivated.”

“I doubt he’ll bring attention to the facility. I suspect he’ll cover it up.” Weller is sitting, unmoving. “Bianca’s definitely alive, but we need to move now. We’ll get her out and run.”

“Our fathers will know the second we leave the building,” Tristan says, touching his neck where the trackers sit under our skin. “We need to move fast.”

“First, we need to get out of this penthouse before they try and lock us down,” Weller says, already on his feet.

Tristan nods and points at me. “Freddie, you fake a seizure. The guard will come in—he’s trained for medical.”

“Then we take him down,” Owen adds, flexing his damaged hands.

“I’ll get his phone and keys,” Weller says. “Then we hit the garage.”

They all look at me.

“Ready?” Tristan asks.

Thunder cracks outside as I move to the center of the room and give a thumbs up.

“He’ll come in fast, focused on you,” Tristan says.

“And I take him down.” Owen moves to his position behind the door.

“We have maybe ten minutes before someone notices,” Weller says.

“And then?”

“We call Winston first. See if he knows anyone who can get these trackers out.”

The lights flicker once, twice.

I think of Bianca in that collar. Bianca facing down four people who wanted to hurt her. Bianca waiting for me in the rain.

“Let’s do this.”

I drop to the floor and put on the best show of my life.