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“Dutch.” Jin squeezes my shoulder, force-pumping air into my lungs. “They’re our family. Kairo will never touch them.”
The packleader’s I’ll-take-care-of-everything dominance almost quiets my anxious rumble. But not even he can snuff the chaos in my chest when I imagine losing my girls.
“I’ll have them on a plane tonight,” Bishop offers. “We’ll make other arrangements for the omega.”
Fuck.
I’d rather lick the North Pole than send my family away, but I’m not letting them stay in this city if the guys are seriously serious about kidnapping the gangster girl.
“Yeah. About that omega?” Reese’s knee bounces. “Why would the Redfang Princess want to kick it with us? Like, do we drug her? I must’ve missed class for a game the day they taught Kidnapping 101.”
Jin’s jaw tightens. “We’re a better option for her than an auction.”
“You’re making it too complicated.” Bishop waves. “An omega isn’t that difficult to handle.”
“What would you know about handling omegas?” I speak through the lava in my throat.
“I’d like to know more.”
“Solomon—”
“Is gone,” Bish says softly.
Our beta is not gone.
Solomon’s still out there and I don’t know why I’m the only one who knows, but I can fucking feel it in my bones or my gut or wherever my body stores all the real deep intuition. Maybe my left ass cheek. Doesn’t matter. “I’m not screwing around with a Redfang omega. And we’re not mating anyone but our fated one.”
“Whoa.” Jin pushes my ass down before I can leap the table to lovingly strangle Bish. “Who mentioned mating? If anything, this is a rescue.”
“But if she goes into heat…” Bishop shrugs off my glare. “What? A gentleman doesn’t leave an omega to suffer.”
“How can you be so...” My finger-claws form a circle the size of Bishop’s throat. Need to remind him which of us is more dominant.
Shouldn’t have given him all those hugs.
Next time, I’m fucking him over his desk.
I’m so pissed, I even shrug off Jin’s grip. “I’m going to the safe house.”
Bishop’s phone chirps. “Wait.”
“What?” I’m already headed to the door, already hating being away from the pack as much as I hate their stupid plan.
“Serafina just came through the lobby.”
“She’s staying here?”
“Penthouse suite.” Bish scrolls his phone. “Should we say hello now, or in the morning?”
Fuck. Thaaaat. “I’m leaving.”
“Dutch.” Jin catches me at the door. “Bish will send you the flight info. Help the girls pack, but take the long way. At least three cars tracked me home.”
“I’m not that stupid.” I push past him and make it halfway down the hall before the silence slithers into my ears, and I swear I hear the tump of a wilting rose hitting a coffin lid.
Can’t believe I have to say goodbye to Mom and Dany.
Not that keeping them cooped up at the safe house is the best life, but sending them away—where I won’t know if they’re okay—is ultra-worse.
