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Yeah, the plan to take over a chunk of Frost’s territory. He’d considered that already, but there were only a couple more buildings on his list, and only one was currently in negotiations. It’d be a nuisance, but things could certainly still proceed without Jita there to oversee it personally.
No, the more likely reason behind this attack was that it was a message. Like everyone else in his company, Jita had been trained in self-defense. He should have been able to defend himself, at least to some extent. They’d waited for the right moment, the exact one where his guard would be dropped just enough to allow them to overtake him without much of a fight.
Isa had personally selected Jita for this. Why?
“Keep looking into it,” he ordered, at a loss and irritated because of it.
“Interesting time for him to suddenly declare war,” Yule hummed.
“Technically,” Odin corrected, “I started it.”
“This Mr. Thorn that important to you?” Yule held up his hands when that earned him a warning glare. “Good for you, boss. Good for you. It’s about time you moved o—”
Odin shoved his way past Yule, bumping into his shoulder hard. He barely noticed as the rain drenched him within seconds, heading to the car parked across the dirt lot without attempting to shield himself from it.
Vetle shook his head at Yule and darted after him, making it to the car just as Odin slipped into the back seat. He leaned in, ignoring the rain as well. “I’ll let you know as soon as I find something.”
“We need to know why he went after Jita specifically,” Odin said, and the other man nodded. “Most likely it’s nothing all that grand.” Aside from Wren and Jita, all the people closest to him lived at Club Cherry. Since going after another Dominus was out of the question…Isa must have settled. The second Vetle shut the door, he motioned to the driver to get going.
Usually, Odin kept one of the twins with him, and if it wasn’t an event, they would do the driving. But since he’d left Corbi at the hospital and Loni back at Club Cherry, he was with Ko tonight.
Ko was a man of few words who knew how to drive. Before joining the Brumal, he’d been part of the underground hovercar racing scene. After an accident that had killed his opponent, he’d quit and had turned elsewhere for work. Having witnessed his skills behind the wheel, Odin had offered him a job. He was still young, barely out of his teens, so for the most part, he spent his days chauffeuring higher-ranking members around the city.
He was silent as they navigated through the downpour, taking things easy to avoid any mishaps. The rain was coming down in sheets, making it difficult to see much of anything out of the windows, and Ko kept that in mind as he drove in the general direction of the club.
Anticipation started to bubble in Odin’s gut as he thought about what awaited him there. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into Hunter, figuratively and literally. To finally lay claim to the Whisper who’d taken up residence rent-free in his head. Once mated, there was no undoing it. He’d successfully tie the Huntsman to him for the rest of eternity. There’d be no escape, even if Hunter changed his mind one day.
Just the idea of that happening had him clenching his hands into fists in his lap. Hunter would never have that choice, would never get to decide whether or not he stayed or left Odin, but Odin vowed to do everything in his power to ensure he never wanted to. Eventually, Hunter would remain chained to his side willingly, just like how he was now willingly going to mate with him.
It didn’t matter that Odin had worn him down. There were no regrets. He’d do it again.
Whatever it took to make Hunter totally and irrevocably his.
He was so distracted by his thoughts that he didn’t see the danger in time.
Before he or Ko could do anything about it, a truck appeared at their side, heading straight for them. It slammed into the side of the hovercar, metal screeching, sparks flying.
Odin’s head rebounded off the leather seat and again against the Plexiglas window as the vehicle flipped and rolled. As soon as it lifted, the jets at the bottom stopped working, and when they landed, it was upside down on the side of the road.
The truck that had hit them sped off, leaving Odin blinking, dazed, out the window. Some of the glass had cracked but held. He pushed his seatbelt to undo it, dropping onto his shoulders with a hiss of pain. Righting himself, he reached for the front to check on Ko.
The man had taken the brunt of the impact from the other, much larger vehicle.
He hadn’t made it.
Cursing, Odin fished his multi-slate out of his pocket, dialing Vetle as he returned to the back of the car and got to work trying to open the door. It was jammed, and no matter how hard he kicked at it, it wouldn’t budge. Giving up, he turned to the other side and tried his luck there just as Vetle picked up.
“Boss—”
Odin rattled off the street he was most likely on—he really should have been paying closer attention to their surroundings—and hung up, dropping the device to the ground so he could focus all his attention on getting the fuck out of the death trap before his attacker could come back for round two.
The side door finally gave and Odin burst out into the pouring rain, shaking his head to clear his vision as water instantly assaulted him. The storm had somehow gotten worse, wind now lashing against him as he struggled to regain his bearing. His head hurt from where he’d hit it, and there was a shooting pain down the side of his neck leading straight into his left shoulder. When he rubbed the back of his hand to his forehead, it came back bloodied, though the rain quickly washed that away.
He stumbled forward a couple of steps and then turned back to look at the destroyed hovercar, catching sight of Ko’s blurry, unmoving form from within the front. Poor kid. Odin vaguely wondered if his family would take comfort in knowing that at least he’d died doing something he loved.
Probably not.
The revving of an engine caught his attention, and he swiveled on his heels. It wasn’t the truck this time but another car, which sped over loudly in an apparent attempt to intimidate him. Instead of reacting, Odin held his ground, watching as it came to an abrupt halt just before it collided with the upside-down bumper of his flipped vehicle.
