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I growled and turned swiftly as Leo and Eli joined me at my side, supporting Thane, who leaned heavily between them. Jamison and Knox kissed Demi’s head on their way past to deal with the shitshow we’d blocked out while we took care of our Omega.
“Does that look ruined to you?”
Pack Jacobs stood guard over Anton, Huck, and Reed, who sneered at us despite their bloodied wounds. I appreciated the mercenaries hadn’t underestimated Pack Silver’s penchant for violence and their indomitable will to live. Those three were like cockroaches, infestuous and difficult to extinguish.
Besides, everyone knew injured dogs were far more likely to snap their razor-sharp teeth. Anton, Huck, and Reed were formidable in top condition. I didn’t want to guess how vicious they’d turn when backed into a corner.
Out of the shadows bled more reinforcements. Emilio Cristenello’s shoes clipped as he walked toward us, drawing Anton’s attention. The sniveling Alpha looked like he was about to piss himself when he recognized the dangerous man who drew to a stop before him.
“Mr. Aster,” Emilio greeted with a hardened expression. “It’s about time we made each other’s acquaintance, though I can see from the fear in your eyes my family and I need no introduction.”
“M-Mr. Cristenello,” Anton stuttered over his words, scrambling for his careful composure even as he bled out on the ground from not one, buttwobullet holes.
“You shot him, Baby,” I whispered quietly. “Fuckingtwice.” I was so proud I could dance.
“I did?”
“Yeah, Honey. You did,” Leo murmured, just as awed.
“We apologize for the change in plans,” Jamison greeted Emilio and his family. “Things took a detour, but we appreciate your flexibility.”
“Seems I underestimated your little Omega. She’s quite the fighter, that one.”
“I wish she hadn’t had to fight, but we’re all immensely proud of her strength and fortitude.” Jamison turned and gave Demi a small smile. But the tightness at the corners of his eyes belied just how worried he was about her.
We were all done with this entire charade and were ready to get Demi out of here.
“Thank you for offering us your services.”
“A man is only as good as his word, and you have mine. We’ll have this little situation cleaned up in no time.” Emilio snapped his fingers, and his sons stepped forward, carrying black hoods.
Julia stood off to the side, arms crossed, looking smug as hell and entirely unbothered by the blood and gore painting the alleyway.
“No! Wait!” Anton held up his hands, though it cost him. More blood gushed from his wounds once the pressure against them was released. “I don’t know what kind of deal you’ve struck, but I can do better than whatever they’re offering you.”
“Money isn’t everything,” Emilio scolded. “Revenge is a far better currency.”
“Revenge? Whatever I have done th—”
Emilio slashes his hand through the air, silencing him. “You stole my daughter from me,” he motioned toward where Julia stood.
She gave Pack Silver a little wave of her fingers, her eyes narrowed to slits. Her family’s bloodthirstiness didn’t phase her at all.
“Does she look familiar to you?” he taunted Anton. “What about you?” He shoved a finger into Reed’s face as he swayed on his knees, swallowing as he shook his head. “She should. You tried to sell her in your last ill-fated auction.”
Anton’s mouth gaped open and closed like a fish.
“W-we obviously didn’t intend to make a move against your family. Whatever happened was clearly a misstep on the part of my organization. If you’re willing to strike a deal, I’d be more than willing to cut you in on the profits going forward. Surely a businessman such as yourself can see the value in—”
Emilio looked as annoyed as he was murderous. “Gods, does this man ever shut up?”
Demi shook her head and croaked, “He likes to hear himself talk.”
Anton growled while Huck continued his whimpering, holding his balls like a wounded animal. Blood stained his crotch and my brows rose in surprise.
Holy fuck. Did she…
My eyes widened as I gazed down at my mate. I hoped like hell my suspicions were right and Huck was down a set of cojones. Or that she’d at least given him a back-alley vasectomy.
