Page 12 of Broken Dreams

Unknown:

You know that info will cost you.

Me:

Your usual fee?

Unknown:

Double. I’ll set it up for you too. Is there a specific type of omega that you’re looking for?

Taking a deep breath,I glance at my brother.

“If they’re interested in finding this for us, a little more information won’t hurt,” he says.

Me:

I hear that Slick Dreams has a blonde with baby blue eyes. That’s who I want.

I don’t know what name she goes by now, or how Rock knew she was our girl, but none of that matters. All Duncan and I want is her.

There’s no response from my contact for minutes that stretches into an hour, and my leg begins to bounce as I stare at the screen. Duncan leaves and comes back from the kitchen with a bottle of scotch and two glasses, filling them up as he sits with me. Sipping slowly, we wait some more for my goddamn contact to say something.

“Fuck, man,” I groan, well on my second glass.

My phone rings as we wait, and I answer without checking to see who it is.

“What?” I ask.

“Did something happen with Quinn?”Adira asks, astute as ever. God, we don’t deserve this girl.

“I’m sorry,” I sigh. “I’m waiting for my contact to respond to my request on the dark web, but I’m afraid I scared them off.”

The app on my phone dings, telling me there’s someone at the gate, and I check it to find it’s Adira with Morris as her driver.

She’s still working on getting her license, but to be honest, no one is hurrying toward that goal. Adira Firestone is a force of nature, there will be nothing holding her from getting into trouble once she can legally drive.

I like the fact that there’s always someone with her. Lord knows the world isn’t safe for omegas with the Regional Omegas Women’s Society and other unsavory assholes selling omegas.

“Well hello there,” I say, chuckling under my breath as I let her through the gate.

“It sounds like you’re drinking,” she adds. “Do you not want company?”

The phone is on speaker, and Duncan sighs. “We always want you around, Short Stuff,” he says. “I just don’t think I’m up for anyone else.”

I can vaguely hear Morris say something to her, and I imagine it’s in response to what Duncan said.

“Morris is dropping me off,”Adira replies. “He’ll either come pick me up later or?—”

“They can handle not having you for a night and we’ll keep you,” I mutter. Duncan and I probably won’t be able to drive for a while.

“Morris is giving me a look, but that’s fine,”she says. “Let me in.”

A simple touch of the key pad on my phone unlocks the front door, and I hang up. Duncan wasn’t kidding when he said we were going to be shit company. Dropping back my head, I release my phone to fall on the cushion beside me, and then Adira is climbing onto the couch between my brother and I.

“Hey,” I grunt, lifting my glass to take another sip.

“Hmm,” is her answer, making me sigh.

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