Page 105 of Captive Omega

We all watch him walk out.

“Blaine?” Garrison calls after him.

“I’ll be back,” he responds.

He returns in under a minute carrying a sleek, small silver laptop that he places on the table, flips the lid open and looks at me. “What else can you tell me?”

“About Nathaniel Lang?” I ask.

“About anything we can use to protect you,” he says with more determination than I’d expected.

Here I was thinking they were getting ready to throw me out.

“Staying with you means putting you at risk,” I remind him.

“This is what we do,” Garrison says.

I’m not going to lie, but a part of me, a bigger part than I like, would like nothing more than to keep quiet, meekly accept their help and say nothing more.

I can’t do that.

Rupert deserved to die. I don’t regret what I did, but the consequences of his death should fall fully on my head. Not Pack Lucas.

“I killed Nathaniel’s son. His only child. He won’t stop until he gets me. Even if it means going through you,” I warn them.

“Nathaniel won’t be going through us.” Garrison’s confidence is unparalleled. “I’ve heard of him. His son caused a scene at a party. Lost his job, I think. You said he has security? Do you know the company’s name?”

Getting drunk at a party and causing a scene? That sounds like Rupert, all right.

I frown as I think. “Han… something.” What little information I gleaned came from eavesdropping on the brief moments O’Brien and Nathaniel would talk outside my locked door. Those opportunities were few and far between.

“Hancock Security,” Blaine says typing.

“If anything happens to me, you need?—”

“Nothing is happening to you, Resa.” Vaughn hops on the counter with a wet dishcloth he uses to wipe the blood off his face. He was right about it looking worse than it was. There’s a thin cut above his eyebrow that I don’t think will leave much of a scar once it heals.

Garrison looks at Blaine. “Have you finished your research on the teacher?”

The teacher? What teacher?

Blaine nods.

“Good.” Garrison nods. “I’ll arrange a meeting with Rune. For now, our priority is securing the house and ensuring they can’t get to Resa.”

“Secure the house?” I ask, remembering that keypad on the black iron gate.

“They won’t get in,” Garrison assures me. “Any attempt they make to take one step on our property, and we’ll know about it.”

I hope so.

“And Jerome Walker?” I ask. “What about him?”

“We’ll find him,” Garrison says.

“We could take them out,” Vaughn casually suggests.

“That isn’t what we do,” Garrison says before Vaughn has finished speaking,

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