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The manners that had been drilled into me from birth almost had me replying ‘It’s nice to meet you’ on auto-pilot, but I swallowed them down because none of this was nice or normal or even fucking sane.
“The other team is on their way to meet us,” Ronan told the others.
Other team?
“Scratch that,” Slade grunted, jogging to catch up with us and ducking his head through the door and into the vehicle. “They got the other two Omegas that were on stage out, but the rest had already been ushered away by the backstage crew. Everything is fuckin’ crazy in there and I couldn’t track where they took them. I aroused too much suspicion and some Alpha assholes are on my tail. We need to hit it.” He crawled into the SUV, shut the door behind him, and squeezed past us to sit on my left. “Tell em’ we’ll meet them at the rendezvous point.”
“Fuck,” growled Lawson, grabbing a field radio that had been clipped to his jeans and talking into it.
“The package has been secured. Pull back.”
The car was tense and silent for a moment, and then the door was ripped open. I swallowed a scream as another man slid into the seat beside me, caging Ronan and me between himself and Slade. He depressed a button on a remote in his hand and an explosion went off, this time from a dumpster in the alleyway, cutting off the men I could see charging toward us. Fire erupted, debris flying everywhere.
I gasped and flinched from the unexpected bang and searing heat before the door was pulled closed to shelter us.
Ronan, who refused to let me off his lap, soothed a hand down my back. I tensed, hating his touch, though I knew he meant it to be a comfort. “It’s just Felix. He’s one of ours.”
One oftheirs. Notours. There would never be an ‘our.’
“Who the hell are you people?” I rasped, but as I predicted, they didn’t answer.
Lawson banged his fist against the divider between where the driver sat and the rest of us were situated in the back. The car moved instantly, pulling away from my past and taking me into an unknown future.
“Please.” I couldn’t stop the tears from forming. All the anger and bravado I’d had earlier melted away as a new wave of panic consumed me.
“Don’t worry, doll. We’ve got you,” Enoch promised. His light blue eyes reminded me of Leo’s, and my heart lurched.
“Don’t call me that,” I demanded, putting as much fire as I could muster behind it.
Their pet names weren’t welcome. I wanted to tell these men I wasn’t theirs, that they’d stolen me for nothing. I already had a pack—even if my heart worried for their safety and my mind preyed upon my fear that the worst had happened. However, whether they were gone or not, it wouldn’t change anything for me. I was taken in this life and the next. My heart was spoken for, my soul claimed by six of the most incredible men. They were mine, and I was theirs, and nothing would change that. Not distance, not circumstance, not even death.
Enoch shoved a hand through his locks. Shaved in a close crop on the sides, his hair was wild and untamed on top. As he studied me, I noted there was something dangerous about him, but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. Just a sense—a knowing. The scar cutting through the left side of his lips only added to the effect. He sat furthest away from me, his intense gaze unwaveringly focused on where I was cradled in his packmate’s arms.
I should’ve fought and demanded to sit on my own. I didn’t want these Alphas touching me, but I was bone-wearyingly tired of being strong, and the further we drove away from Pack Silver and that shit show of the auction, the less anger I had to fall back on. The armor that had manifested as the sharp bite of an attitude slipped away. I was left raw in the wake of it, every nerve exposed to the air.
Reading the change in me, Enoch leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees, folding his hands together. Belatedly, I wondered if it was an effort to make me feel more at ease, knowing his hands were occupied and wouldn’t be used as weapons.
“You’re safe now,” he promised, but it held no weight. I didn’t know him or his pack. I had no idea what sort of people they were.
Scratch that. I did. Mercenaries. The kind who blew up buildings to steal Omegas.
Safe my ass.I wouldn’t be safe until I was back with my men.Where are they?They wouldn’t stop looking for me. I knew that much.
“None of us are going to hurt you,” Lawson vowed, sprawling in his seat.
The Alpha was so large he took up nearly two spaces all for himself. No wonder they needed a limo. Would he even fit in a regular-sized vehicle?
My drug-riddled brain conjured up a vision of him in a clown car, and I chuckled, then full-out laughed until I cried. The release of emotion drained me. The pounding in my head grew worse, and against my better judgment, my head lulled into the shoulder of the man beneath me.
“Easy,” Ronan rumbled, taking another chance and rubbing his hand up and down my back soothingly. His skin was a few shades darker than a deep suntan, and his eyes were so grey they bordered on black, like his hair. “You’re coming off of some pretty powerful drugs if I had to guess.”
I nodded. “They jabbed me with something and then, before the auction, they shoved a pill into my mouth. I tried to spit it out but—” I trailed off with a sad shrug, wondering if these men would even care. They hadn’t seemed happy about it earlier, but they didn’t appear at all worried about causing explosions that may have hurt people. So, who knew where their moral compass lay?
“Cowards,” Lawson stated with a disgusted curl of his lips.
I studied the knock-off, noting the many differences that set him apart from my Hades. His long, ash-blond hair was pulled into a bun at the back of his head. A scratchy-looking beard covered the lower half of his face, at least two inches in length. Wrinkles in the corners of his eyes aged him, and I wondered how old he was. It was an easy assumption to guess he was the pack leader. The others deferred to him.
He was the person I needed to bargain with. Maybe they could be swayed with money. Jamison would spare no expense to get me back in one piece.
