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For nothing. Huh. I was sure…

“What the fuc–” Ope, there it is. My Jeep explodes, the blowback slams my head forward, and the debris hits my back. Thankfully, nothing more than a few shards of glass. A tire rolls past us, and Hayden is yelling something that is muffled by the violent ringing in my ears.

The commotion sent people running in every direction, fleeing the danger, but our guys run straight for us, guns raised, eyes alert.

“What–fuck?” One of them says as my ears start to work again. “-bleeding! Call–” I’m not catching every word as I sit up with my back against a nearby car and examine my little brother. He’s unharmed for the most part. My body took the biggest hit,since I used it as a shield over his. His ears are bleeding, though. Nose too.

My former Jeep sits a short distance away from me with the doors blown open, missing a back right wheel, and flames licking at the night sky.

Things get fuzzy. The world blurring. Then I see Declan, my twin, and I relax. He’s unharmed, and if he’s here, he won’t let anything happen to our brother.

The world goes black instantly.

When I wake again, I’m being patched up in Declan’s office. I wasn’t seriously injured, just knocked out.

Dec tells me the Jeep is already being cleared out of the parking lot by our guys, and that security kept everything under wraps.

Thank fuck for that, at least.

Chapter Seven

Tatum

I pace my room on Monday evening, bored as hell. Declan never texted me back.

I probably scared him off. Which is for the best. We had nothing in common outside the brief flash of chemistry. Our lives are so completely different. Clearly.

I mean, I assume so. He tipped me more money than I would usually make my entire shift on a slow night.

It’s nice to have extra money that I wasn’t counting on. It’ll go toward more suppressants.

Speaking of.

Tatum: I need more.

Marco: I’m out, you need to find a new supplier.

Tatum: What the fuck? No! I don’t know any other drug dealers, Marco!

Marco: Head to any bar or club. There’s one on every corner. I got heat stimulants, if you want those instead?

Tatum: Why would I want that! They are the opposite of what I’m trying to accomplish! How did you even graduate?!

Marco: No Alpha left behind, remember?

I can practically hear the shady fuck chuckling.

Tatum: I just got some from you a few days ago, how are you out?

Marco: Sorry.

I groan and toss my phone down on my bed. Fuck. What am I supposed to do now!? I fall backward onto my bed and stare at my ceiling fan as it spins. I can’t help but nervously shove my fingers into my hair and tug the strands as panic consumes me.

I can’t afford this. There must be someone at Haze who knows someone that sells meds.

After I’d grabbed the flyer at the diner, one of my coworkers had yanked me into the back room, and grilled me.

Oscar is a decent guy, but he’s a nosey as fuck Beta. He’s in everyone's business at all times. Normally, it’s entertaining. He’d tried to rip the flyer away before demanding I tell him why I wanted it.

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