Page 14 of Broken Dreams

Me:

How many people are they booking for her heat?

Putting the glass down, I grab the bottle, unscrewing the top to swallow down a swig of the expensive alcohol. At the very least, it’s helping to wash away the taste of battery acid from my distaste surrounding this all.

Unknown:

It appears that there are five spots total, but only two are left.

Fuck. I was hoping I might be able to buy out her heat, but that’s not going to be possible.

Me:

I’ll take the last two. Let me know where to wire the money to.

Short and sweet, even though I’m seething with rage. I’m unsure how Duncan and I will be able to handle seeing Quinn with someone else, or pretending not to care about her. God, what happens if it’s not her?

Do we fuck the poor girl anyway?

I thought the hardest part of this would be finding Quinn, but I was wrong. It’s everything else after as well. After her heat, Duncan and I will have to smuggle Quinn out. Even if it’s not Quinn, that omega will not be staying at the club.

I made a promise to myself that I would be removing someone from the owner’s current roster, and I always follow through on those. Even the ones I make to myself.

“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter as I read the time, date, and where to send payment. Writing down the details, I send an untraceable wire with money to both Slick Dreams for the deposit and the fee to my contact.

Needing to move and talk to my brother and Adira, I stand, snatching back up the bottle of alcohol as well. Stalking across the house to where they are, Duncan and Adira still as they see me.

“How bad is it?” she whispers.

“You forgave Morris for what he did to you, right?” I ask instead, rubbing my face. “I think we found her, but her boss is selling her heat to five alphas, and we’ll have to be part of it to get her out.”

My best friend’s eyes grow large, and she grabs onto the island to steady herself as the room threatens to swim in front of her eyes. That’s my fault because I didn’t give her any sort of warning about what I was going to say.

“Fuck,” Duncan growls in admonishment. “Give the girl some warning, would ya?”

“I’m good,” she mutters. “Yes, I forgave him, Callum. These are two different things in a sense, though. You’re infiltrating the club in the only way you can. That doesn’t mean Quinn will understand that, so it’s something you’ll need to talk to her about once she’s out. Don’t be like my idiot pack and drag your feet. You’ve already lost so much time.”

“Agreed,” I say. “I hope she doesn’t hate us for this. There’s no other way I can think of to get to her. Gaining entrance to this club outside of her heat could take longer.”

“We’ll have to hope for the best then,” Adira says, her face hardening. She knows better than most how awful the world can be. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Make sure we don’t make an ass out of ourselves once she’s out,” I say, my brows drawing down. “The caveman in me may threaten to come out.”

Duncan snorts, rolling his eyes. “I definitely can see that,” he says. “We can’t stifle her, even though that’ll be the first thing we want to do. I don’t know what our exit will be like, if we can bring weapons in since…”

“You’ll be naked and rutting,” Adira says, cheeks heating as she picks up a piece of cheese that Duncan set out for her. “I can see how it’ll be difficult to prep that. What about having my guys back you up? Obviously not inside of the club, but outside to make sure you get out with Quinn?”

“Would they do that?” I ask, taking another sip from the bottle.

“You weren’t born in a barn,” my brother mutters, grabbing glasses from the cupboard. “Use a damn glass, Callum.”

Smirking, I place the bottle on the island.

“Adira?” I ask, ignoring the glasses.

“Hold on,” she murmurs, already making the call. “Jed?”

Duncan listens as he begins plating the food that’s on the stovetop, awaiting to be eaten.

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