Page 2 of Victorious: Part I

Nodding back at him, I grin. “I’m sure there is. My harem back home getsreeealhungry. I gotta keep ’em fed. Maintain their strength, you know, for all the…” I waggle my brows with a mischievous smirk.

His eyes widen in disbelief, his mouth forming a wide ‘O.’ His pimply face turns bright red as he hands me the first bag. “I-I, ahhh…” he stammers, and I can’t help but giggle at him in response.

“I know, right? What a wooorld we live in.” I let out a heavy exhale. “Who would have thought when I was growing up, that I would be part of a thirty-man harem, and little old me would be the center oftheirworld? Phew, I mean, it’s just dicks flying all over the place. A dick here, a cock there. Sometimes there are dicks in places, and I didn’t even know they were!”

The poor kid stands in shock, staring at me like a deer in headlights, holding a bucket of chicken like he has no fucking clue what to do with it.

Trying to hold back my laughter, I reach through my window and grab the bucket from him with a nod. “You know, if you wanted to, when you were older, of course, you could go into the harem life too. Don’t limit yourself. College isn’t for everyone, kid.”

With his mouth still open wide, his face now shifting from red to pale white, he reaches for the last bucket of chicken and hands it to me without saying another word. I take it from him with a bright smile and a single nod. “Thanks so much. You have a clucking good night!” I call out, then hit the accelerator as I see his manager rapidly approaching the window.

Almost spinning my tires as I speed away, I shake my head, driving back toward the clubhouse, still laughing uncontrollably. “Oh Lord, I probably scarred that poor boy for life.” I chuckle under my breath as my cell begins to ring in its holder on the dash.

Without looking at the caller ID, I hit answer, automatically assuming it will be Alpha, wondering where I am. “Hey, Big Guy, do you know a good attorney? Because we might be getting a call from this kid’s parents about me talking to him inappropriately about harems and cocks in the drive-thru—”

“I don’t think an attorney is going to help you with the predicament you’re about to find yourself in, Haven,” a gravelly voice I’ve never heard before grunts down the line, instantly sending a shiver down my spine.

My eyes flick to my phone—unknown caller, and the number is blocked.

Instantly, my training kicks in full force as I check my surroundings.

No one is obviously tailing me.

No one beside me looks suspicious.

I can’t figure out with his singular sentence what’s going on.

I need more.

“And what predicament is that?” I answer cooly, continuing to drive, even faster now, back to the clubhouse.

A slight chuckle echoes down the line. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Furrowing my brows, I glance at the rearview again in an attempt to see what the hell is going on, but he answers for me, “You’re driving faster toward the clubhouse. Trying to get there quickly so Loki can trace this call. Problem with that is, Haven, we have a tracker on your cell. We know where you are, how fast you’re going, and more importantly, we anticipated this.”

Exhaling, I ease my foot off the accelerator. My nostrils flare as I slow to the speed limit. “All right. Well then, if you think you know my moves and how I’m going to react to everything, tell me then, asshole, who thefuckare you? And what the hell do you want? Because I have a fuck ton of fried chicken here, and I donotwant it getting cold. Mama’s hungry as hell. And youdon’twant to see me when I getreallyfucking hangry. So can we just hurry whatever the hell this is along and get to the goddamn point?”

The asshole chuckles, only making me more irate. “I’m gonna drop you a pin. Come to this address. Donotalert the club. Come alone. Come now.”

I snort out a laugh as I hear the pin drop through my cell. “Pfft, and why the fuck would I do that?”

The asshole on the other end of the line is quiet for a moment, as if he’s walking somewhere. My brows furrow, continuing to check my surroundings while I drive. The silence is increasing my heart rate. Shifting to my cell, I swipe open the pin to check where the hell this bastard is located.

Looks like he’s at an abandoned meat packing facility in Vernon, just southeast of Downtown LA.

Great, that doesn’t seem suspicious at all.

Peering back up to the road ahead of me, with the guy on the other end, still crazy quiet, is making me antsy. “Have you lost the ability to speak?” I grunt down the line, making a U-turn to head in the opposite direction of the clubhouse, and make my way to Vernon.

“Not at all, I was waiting to see what choice you were going to make. Now that you have made the right one, I will give you a little incentive to get here even quicker and without informing yourlesserhalf.”

Snorting out a laugh at his ballsy attitude calling Alpha my ‘lesser half,’ I huff. “Oh, yeah? It’ll have to be one hell of an incentive ’cause I’m not liking this bullshit game you’re playing with me, assho—”

“Haven, stop! Don’t come, it’s a tra—” Livvy’s shrill voice rasps before she’s cut off, and the line instantly goes dead.

My heart slams into my throat, my breath hitching as I stomp on the accelerator. Adrenaline tears through me like a hurricane, ready to wipe out every-fucking-thing in my path. I duck and weave between cars, horns blaring, people screaming through their windows like I’m some madwoman on a rampage.

Maybe I fucking am.

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