Page 114 of Glass Omega

Ranieri glanced between the beta in his pack leader’s arms and the woman strapped to the table before growling under his breath and hurrying over to do as I asked. Once the straps were undone, he stumbled backwards as the woman flipped nimbly to her feet and gave him a feral hiss.

She glanced between Pack Ricci and me with wild, dark eyes before skirting around all of us and slipping out of the door at a dead run.

“They should be coming soon,” Elio promised and then they were gone too, leaving me with a dead body and the sound of sirens filling my ears as my eyes closed and I once again gave in to the medicine.

Thirty Two

“And you’re fucking sure it’s here?” I asked Romey who looked worse for wear than when we’d found him at the airport waiting for a flight out of the country with his little girlfriend.

The kid had two black eyes and a split lip thanks to yours truly, but the bruising on his arms and torso were all thanks to Vladimir-fucking-Volkov and his men.

In the four hours since we’d come home to find Perrie missing, I’d been running nonstop. It had taken almost thirty minutes to talk Edison down off of the ledge of bombing Volkov until all that was left was a black smudge and another two hours to put together what had actually happened.

Never before had I been so happy that I was a paranoid motherfucker because I’d put thirty-two new cameras up aroundand outside of the mansion after Pack Ricci managed to get in on Edison’s wedding day.

Thirty-two cameras that no one knew about but me.

The rest had been tampered with by the person who I now knew was our mole. Rory Flannagan hadn’t burnt to a crisp with his father. In fact, neither of them had burnt to a crisp because search and rescue had called us two hours ago to inform us that no human remains had been recovered from the wreckage.

The cameras didn’t have audio, but Rory’s face had been plain to see and so had that of Perrie’s little brother.

It had been easy to find the little weasel after that.

“This is where they took us when they let me have Kailey back,” Romey insisted, his expression twisting with pain as I gripped the back of his neck. “Volkov told me that nothing would happen to Perrie. That he just needed her to negotiate.”

Edison, who had been silent the entire car ride over, snorted. “Negotiate my ass. Do you even know what they did to their last hostages decades ago?”

“N-no?” Romey stuttered as he flinched back into me at the sheer rage in Edison’s face.

“They cracked her like a fucking egg. They are going to torture and experiment on your sister until everything that makes her her is gone and it will be all your fault.”

“I didn’t mean… they had Kailey,” Romey finally muttered pathetically. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Anything but sell your sister down the fucking river,” I spat. The kid didn’t even know that Volkov had his men waiting on the other side of that damn plane ride ready to make him and his little girlfriend disappear permanently.

It was a wonder he was related to Perrie or his father at all seeing as he had the intelligence of a damned ostrich.

And Ethan Chandler wanted this idiot to be the next president. Unbe-fucking-lievable.

The car pulled to a stop in front of the old, worn down house that served as a shell for Volkov’s prison. The place where he took all of his product and beat the human out of them until they were soft and compliant enough to do his business.

I’d only ever heard stories about it and most people were convinced it was a myth. But now as I stood staring up at it, a chill ran down my spine.

My girl—my omega—was in there being exposed to who knew what the fuck what and it was all our fault.

“Edison,” a familiar voice came out of the darkness and I turned to find Pack Ricci stepping out of the woods.

Our phone call to them earlier had been enlightening seeing as they were also missing someone important.

Luscinia Amante had been missing for days, though, and Alessandro Amante acted as if he had no clue where she’d gone and hid her disappearance from Pack Ricci for nearly as long.

“Are you ready for this? It’s just going to be the ten of us, you know,” Edison asked as he popped the trunk of the car and yanked his jacket off, pulling out one of the bullet-proof vests from within.

Not including Romey Chandler, we’d brought three of our men to back us up once we were inside.

“I don’t know how the fuck you think this is supposed to work, Keane. Ranieri’s heat mapping of what he could see was showing at least thirty warm bodies just walking aroundinsideof the house. That’s not to mention whatever the fuck Volkov has going down in the tunnels underneath it.”

“We’re not going to need to worry about that overly much.” Edison’s chuckle was dark as he checked his pistol over. “Seeing as we’re going to have some very pissed off company of the federal kind joining us in about thirty minutes.”

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