Page 74 of Knot Forgotten

“None of us are afraid of being shot if it means saving our omega,” he growls. “Put the gun down.” It is a command from an alpha, and I can see her hand tremble as she tries to fight it. She loses, and the metal clatters to the floor. “Kick it toward us.”

She sneers at him before she kicks it with her bare foot. It twirls across the wooden floor, stopping at Matt’s feet. He kneels down and picks it up. I can see the wheels turning behind his hazel eyes. He has a plan.

“Tell us where Erin is,” I bark out a command of my own. A darkness seems to fill my chest as I wait for a response.

“Libby, don’t say a word,” Garrett barks, the words like a crack of thunder behind us.

I spin on my heel to find him pointing another gun at our backs.

“I’ll give you boys ten seconds to leave before I report to the cops that I found you breaking into my house and had to protect what is mine.” He lifts the gun higher, pointing it directly at my chest. “As long as the bullets go in the front and out the back, nothing will happen to me.”

“Except the cops already know you kidnapped Erin,” I bluff. My palms are sweaty, but I don’t wipe them down my jeans.

He snorts and unclicks the safety on his gun. “The cops would already be here if they suspected me of anything. My bet is you four wanted to be the heroes, so you rushed here to save your omega.” He smirks. “It’s too late, though. She will be in the arms of a new pack by tomorrow night. Doing what any good daughter should, protecting their father and helping pay off debts.”

Rage burns beneath my skin, lighting a fire in my blood. Without thought, I lunge for him, and the gun goes off, grazing my shoulder and stinging like molten lava as my blood coats my shirt. He hits the ground. Hard. Adrenaline spikes, and I send my elbow into the bottom of his chin. Then I put my arm across his windpipe, ready to choke the life out of him.

“Wait, Cam, don’t kill him,” Riley says, his hands on my shoulders pulling me away.

Garrett lays unconscious on the ground, and we fall back in a tangle of limbs as Riley wins the struggle.

“Fuck, man, how are we supposed to find out where she is if you kill him?” Blake asks as he messes with one of his earrings while staring down at us.

“We have another source,” Matt says, drawing my attention to the fact that he has the woman in his sights, the gun held high enough to hit her stomach if she tries to run.

Riley stands up and offers me a hand. I take it. My mind is racing a million miles a minute.

“Tie him up,” Matt orders. “Tape his mouth.”

He takes the lead, and I willingly step back and let him. Riley grabs a chair from the kitchen, and Blake and I lift Garrett’s dead weight up into the chair.

Riley disappears and returns with both duct tape and rope. “Basement is still the same.”

Blake holds his arms behind his back, and I tape them together, breaking it off and creating a small strip for his mouth. I slap it over his lips. Then, we do the same with his legs, taping them to the chair legs before using the rope to add an extra measure.

The whole time the woman whimpers and cries, attempting to plead with Matt for her freedom. He ignores her.

Once we are finished, we straighten, and Matt tilts his head at her, ready to move on. “Tell us where Erin is.”

Her whimpers get louder, her eyes darting between the four of us and Garrett. “It was all him. I didn’t have anything to do with it.”

“Except we have witnesses that say you were there,” Blake replies, his tone of voice deceptively calm.

“He–He–made me,” she cries, dissolving into sobs I don’t believe for a second.

“Tell. Us. Where. Erin. Is,” Matt says slowly, a blackness infusing his words that is contrary to his normally joking and playful tone.

The audible click of the safety on the gun punctuates the sounds of her fake cries, and she gasps, flinching away.

She drops her head in defeat, sniffling. “Valentine has her.”

“Who the fuck is Valentine?” Blake asks.

She lifts her eyes, pinning them on him. “A very scary man. You won’t get her back even if you do go to where he holds the omegas. Four inexperienced alphas trying to storm a Kingpin’s operation. You’ll all die. That is even if you find his warehouse in New York City.”

My throat works around a dry swallow. We have to try. We don’t have a choice. “Where does he hold them?”

“I only know the area, not the address. If you are insistent on dying, I will take you.”

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