Page 126 of The Packaged Deal

Sven’s growls are loud. We watch, and five minutes later, he carries an unconscious Jade out of the house.

“He’s dead,” I seethe.

“Where would he take her?” Sven snaps out and dials Darion. We march back to the car and climb in.

“There is a man taking my omega out of my house. I want eyes on him at all times. Don’t lose him, and send someone to check on Addy,” Sven barks. “This mother fucker. I don’t care if I quit! You do this for me!” Sven roars. He grips the steering wheel and counts to three.

“You said there’s something about him. Think Sven, what is it about him?” I ask calmly.

“He looks like he’s desperate. He looks like the money only goes skin deep. When I saw him, he recognised me. But I didn’t know him.”

“Wait!” Darion cuts in. “Where did you see him?”

“Outside the office. The day Addy said he was leaving town. He was staring at me from the carpark, it was weird.”

“Find me that footage,” Darion barks out.

“Good, keep going.”

“He’s driving a good car, but there are no license plates. Stolen, perhaps? His clothes are expensive but don’t fit him right. Why does he want her? What’s the point, and where is his pack? He’s living here in a drug-infested apartment block.”

I stare at Sven. “He doesn’t have a pack…”

“He doesn’t want her. He wants to trade for…” Sven looks around at where we are. “This is about drugs? He’s using drugs? What, his cash cow ran out, so he’s using my omega to buy more?” Sven is incensed.

Darion makes a sound on the phone, drawing our attention.

“Yes. I’ve found him. You got me enough information, Sven. Hold on, wait, no, this isn’t good,” Darion growls into the phone.

“What is it?”

“George O’Reilly.”

“I know who he is. What does he have to do with this?” Sven growls.

“He was injured, and he ended up in hospital where his parents paid for extensive plastic surgeries. George came out, and despite being given an extremely generous grant, he dropped out of college, kept using pain meds, then harder drugs. He’s been picked up a few times for possession. Trespass. Battery.”

“How did we not know this?” Sven hisses, his fingers flexing on the steering wheel.

“Because when he changed his name, he just stopped existing. Everything about who he was was gone. George O’Reilly disappeared, but for one small connection.”

“What is it?”

Darion pauses. “You. Now that I’ve unsealed your information, he shows up on your file. The victim’s photos of before and after. If I hadn’t run our facial recognition on him in the car park. I never would have found this information. He is Trevor Lockier for all intents and purposes. His family bought him a new identity, but this guy. Sven, this guy is the same one you almost killed.”

I snatch the phone before they can get into it. “Tell me where my omega is, Darion.”

“Uh-”

“He’s got a couple of places he might go,” Missy says, no nonsense. “But my money is on this address.”

“What address?”

“637 Broadhaven Road, Millicent. It’s a tall apartment block that’s been abandoned for renovations, but it’s a well-used den for drugs and other things you might want.”

“Are you sure about this, Missy?” I ask hesitantly. I’m asking more than just that, though. Are you with me? Are we okay? Can I trust you?

“If it was Lukas, I would go to the address I just gave you. But I’m sending my people to the other addresses, anyway. The entire company is in flight and on its way to you, Kandi.”

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