Page 92 of Broken Dreams

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, grinning widely. Of course he’s happy, he has what he came here for and I’m about to be fifty grand lighter.

Standing, he fixes his suit jacket, nodding. “I’ll be in touch, Bret.”

I watch the alpha walk out before I order another drink. I’ll leave after this one. I need to stew in my anger or I may hurt someone. I took on a new manager to watch the clubwhen I need to leave for business. It’s very rare usually, but it’s happening more often due to things outside of my control.

Saxon’s loss is being felt by me because I’d have just left him in charge otherwise. I fucking hate change, and this is one of many I need to get used to.

I need to fuck and knot a tight ass to help my frustration, and only Makayla or Linus will do. I’ve never touched either of them with my dick, but maybe some one on one time will remind them of the reason they live and breathe.

Maybe I’ll say fuck it and book them both for a snuff session. I have replacements for them, why do I need them? I can easily make one hundred thousand and up from that alone.

This is why I’m brooding and taking some time. I’m pissed off and that leads to terrible, short sighted decisions.

“Hi, can I sit with you?” a pretty, blonde omega asks.

Maybe I’ll get that fuck after all.

“I don’t see why not, darling,” I say, smiling.

This night is already turning around. See what a little patience can do?

CALLUM

“Fuck. I really hope this isn’t a trap,” I mutter as we get closer to Quinn’s childhood home.

It feels like a house of horrors now. I didn’t realize until recently that Hudson is part of the reason for Ayla’s depression. I simply thought that the kidnapping hit her hard, and now I have a sense of doom in the pit of my stomach.

I have so many questions, and none of them are being answered while I stew in this car.

“Breathe,” Duncan hisses, taking a hairpin turn. We’re breaking a lot of traffic laws tonight. “Did she turn off the cameras?”

“Yeah, I just set up the camera feed loop so it’ll cover our tracks,” I answer. “I just have this really bad feeling.”

“Yeah, me too. I’m going to park away from the front gate, and we’re going to come up from the side and jump that fence,” Duncan grunts. He’s sliding into his tactical zone, readying both of us to find the worst.

“Got it,” I murmur, watching as he turns out his headlights and pulls off the road into a corner of someone’s yard.

I guess that’s why you should spring for a gate, asshole.

“Grab your gloves from the glove box,” he says, making me smirk. Of course. Where else would they be?

Making sure my gloves are in place, I set about doing everything else. Putting my laptop away, I’m glad my clothes are a dark color so I can blend into the night as I bail out of the car. It’s been a couple months since I’ve run a special operation, but fuck it. It’s like riding a bike or fucking, right?

I ignore the fact that I haven’t done the former in about a decade, and silently close the door behind me before jogging toward the fence.

“Toss something at it first to see if it’s electrified or not,” Duncan suggests.

Lord in heaven, please save me.

“Are you fucking serious,” I hiss, watching as he tosses leaves up and over the fence. Listening closely, I sigh when I don’t hear any signs that the fence is live.

Jumping up, I avoid the wire at the top, crossing over easily. Duncan drops to the ground next to me, and then we’re running toward the front door. Surprisingly, it’s cracked open, which has all the warning bells ringing.

Slipping inside, we close the door behind us to look around. Hudson in recent years has let go of his staff, citing that it feels silly when he only has two people living there. Instead, he chooses to employ a cleaning lady that comes twice a month.

Despite refusing to speak to him often, I still keep tabs on his household affairs.

“Ayla!” I call out, deciding to fuck the niceties. We need to pick up Linus and Quinn soon in the city, which means we need to spend minimal time here.

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