Page 165 of Broken Dreams

“Little scheming omega,” Linus says, kissing my shoulder as he hugs me from behind.

“I’m too young for gray hair,” Callum sighs. “Head to the bathroom, I’ll go find Duncan to tell him about our insane omegas.”

“Love you,” I tell him. His eyes darken before he walks closer to kiss me hard.

“Tell me again after this,” he grunts. “It sounds too close to a goodbye right now, and that’s not acceptable.”

At my nod, he’s moving through the room to find his brother, and I struggle to remember how to breathe.

“Our alphas are gorgeous,” Linus says, his eyes on our alpha as he walks. “Christian too.”

Chuckling, I nod as I link my fingers in his and we begin to move toward the bathroom. Grandma Diedre loved parties in her youth, so there’s a bathroom further down the hall that’s set up for several people to be able to use.

We pass a few people as we walk, and Riley waves at me. She’s standing next to someone I don’t know, making me wonder if she brought a date to this. I don’t trust her or hercurrent red hair color. Everything about her is a lie, even her nose and lip implants.

I don’t usually judge, but I really hate her.

“You’re growling, baby,” Linus whispers in my ear.

“Riley,” I say in explanation. I still haven’t seen Sadie, and with the way I’m feeling, I hope that I don’t.

“Fucking cunt,” he says loudly, making me feel warm and happy. I love when his petty matches mine. “Let’s not be martyrs, Quinnie.”

The water I’ve been drinking throughout the night catches up to me, and I walk into one of the stalls once we’re inside the bathroom. The space is beautiful with green wallpaper and flowers, the tiles on the floor a pretty cream marble. The stress of the night is making me spacey.

I finish my business when I hear a noise. Linus is supposed to be waiting for me by the stalls, and any sounds make me uncomfortable right now. Flushing quickly as I fix my dress, I pull my knife, laying it against my thigh as I open the door slowly.

Riley Lynott is standing against the wall with a smile, but I can’t see Linus.

“Where is he?” I ask, forcing the words out as I move closer to her.

“You’ll see him soon,” she says in a rhythmic and creepy voice. “You really shouldn’t have come back.”

A hood is thrown over my head from behind, so I do what any self respecting mafia daughter would do. I stab the person in the stomach and stomp on their foot. I hear the man grunt as he pulls tighter on the hood to cut off my air as he lifts me off the ground.

“Shit, did she stab you?” Riley asks.

“Open the fucking door and check to make sure the coast is clear,” the man growls. “I still have the damn knife in me.”

Deciding to fix that as my arms flail, I find the knife and throw it in Riley’s direction. Her screech and the man’s curse can’t really tell me if she’s been hit or not.

“Fuck, you can’t stab her back, Riley,” the man gasps, and if I could breathe, I’d laugh.

Unfortunately, I can’t, so I let my body sag as if I passed out. I’m willing to pretend so I can fight some more later.

“Finally,” he mutters, turning my body to move it over his shoulder. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

I’m worried that they may just be my dad’s henchmen, and I force myself to breathe normally as I think. I won’t allow them to leave the house.

Their movements are furtive as they avoid people, and I hear them move further away from the party. I can feel Duncan and Callum through the bond, sending them back a message to be patient.

I have no problems being the biggest pain in the ass possible when I need to be.

I hang listlessly as Riley complains that I stabbed her, and I wonder where Linus is. I can’t hide the grunt of pain as the man carrying me throws me on the ground, because it’s hard and cold.

“Wake up, Makayla,” Bret says, kicking my foot.

Pulling off the hood, I push myself up, twitching my dress to ensure my weapons aren’t found. I don’t care about modesty, nor am I moved by his greedy gaze as he drinks in my appearance.

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