Page 141 of Slick Handling

It’s been two nights without Clover under our roof. Thirty Six hours from the way the clock is showing 4AM in blinding red numbers.

“His dad found her. He has the house. We’re going to get here.” Griffin uses words to fill in the blanks.

Apollo is already out of bed, tugging on pants as I sit up. Confused by everything they are saying.

They know where Clover is?

“Your family, Apollo. Or the police? We should tell someone-”

“No. We tell no one. The less people that know, the better. We’re getting Clover back and I’m going to fucking rip Bryce Weaver’s head right off his body.”

Oh, cool.

Apollo’s going to jail.

That means that Griffin is going to be there with him because everyone knows his self control is absolute shit. Hopefully Vaughn will talk sense into-

“Not if I do first.” Vaughn sneers.

Okay.

A pack full of murders. Just what every Omega wants.

They do have a point. Our Omega was stolen. She was having a moment and needed time to herself. She couldn’t even get time to process everything before the wrong people were taking her away..

“We really need to get a lawyer on retainer.” I mutter, pulling on my shoes.

We’re going to get our Omega.

Griffin gets to drive. Apollo doesn’t yell at him about how he’s going fifty miles over the speed limit as he zips down the street. He’s chasing the sunrise and he’s going to win.

I’m in the backseat with Apollo trying not to get car sick..

No one has said anything this entire ride. We just left the house, quietly since Apollo’s family was staying with us and tore off to whereever we’re going.

Thunder cracks through the sky. One lightning bolt chasing after another. They light up the dark early morning sky just before the clouds open up, dumping rain on us so quickly and heavily that for a second we can’t even see outside of the windows.

Griffin eases up some on the gas as he takes a turn. He may not be the best driver most days, but today he knows we’re getting our Omega home and nothing can chance stopping that from happening.

Apollo’s hand comes to the back of my neck, squeezing me, and making me look up at him.

There is sorrow written across his face. It mixes with the anger he had on it earlier and I want to soothe him.

“I’m sorry I pushed her away. I didn’t know. I just…I just wanted to fix everything.” He sounds dejected, hurt about what happened.

He doesn’t understand that Clover has never had to deal with issues before. She’s always had people telling her what to do. Now that we’ve given her freedom she’s just trying to explore it a bit to see what can be done and what can’t be done.

Hopefully, she will realize after this how vital good communication skills are. If she needs help we can all go to Pack therapy. I’m sure we all need it by now.

My hand slides into Apollo’s free one, lacing our fingers together.

I don’t want him to take the blame anymore. I want him to have the strength that he can’t give himself.

“O, I love you. When we get Clover back we’re going to sit down and talk. It’s all going to be okay, okay?” I try to force a smile to convey that it’s going to be fine.

It’s hard to smile when part of your heart is missing.

“Here.” Vaughn speaks softly and the car takes a turn, pushing my body into Apollo’s.

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