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“Like what? Losing myself in an omega? Becoming a family man and creating a pack of my own? Pack life is for the weak. Anyone can have a family. I want a legacy—a legacy that will outlive me countless times over. Now come on. Enough stalling. Back to the room with you.” He lifts a hand and points, telling me to walk in front of him.
Down the hall, I can see the alpha guards outside the room that’s basically just a pretty jail cell. I don’t say a single word, not until we reach the bedroom and Bradford dismisses the other alphas.
“You know,” I say, whirling on him. His hand is on the door; he’s ready to close it and lock us in here again. “Everything youjust said… it makes me wonder.” Though the alpha doesn’t ask, doesn’t prod for more information, I can see it on his face.
It makes me wonder what?
“What’s the point of a legacy if you have no one to give it to?” My question makes him furrow his brow, but he says not a single word as he swings the door shut and locks it.
Hmm. That one… he’s different. I hate him for kidnapping us, but I’m a little curious about him all the same.
Whatever. It doesn’t matter. I know what’s going to happen: Pax and his team are going to come and save the day—I just hope Gideon holds out and doesn’t agree to sell before that. I don’t want him to get rid of his family company just to save us from this asshole. Gideon wants to turn Chase Jewels around, and I want to be there, by his side, watching it happen.
I return to the bed and meet Colter’s questioning eyes. “We’re going to be okay,” I whisper. “They’re going to come for us.” And then I lean in and kiss him, because why not? It isn’t like we have anything better to do.
That asshole out there might not realize it yet, but he will, someday. I thought I was fine and happy without a pack, too, and it took the right men to come along and prove me wrong. What Pax, Gideon, and Colter did no other group of men could.
A legacy means shit if you don’t have anyone to share it with, to give it to.
Chapter Forty-Four – Pax
Rourke and the team parked two houses down from our destination. They wait in the back of the armored van, wearing tactical gear similar to mine, ready to go. I got word from Jose that they tracked Bradford’s call to his house—so it seems like Gideon was right in assuming Bradford had no idea about me and Alabaster Security working behind the scenes with him, that he was brazen enough to bring Raeka and Colter here.
The balls on him. If I wasn’t so pissed off at what he did, I might be impressed.
I walk up to the back of the van, where Rourke and the others are waiting. Rourke gives me a short nod, asking, “What’s the plan? The house is big, with multiple exits.”
“I want two of you to remain near the base of the driveway and make sure nobody escapes. Rourke, you’ll take four to one of the back entrances. Remaining three are with me—we’re going to storm the front door.”
He nods, and soon enough we separate into teams. Adrenaline is pumping; by the time we all get into position, it’s impossible that Bradford doesn’t know we’re there. He lives in a fucking mansion, a newer-build, with cameras and all that good stuff.
Doesn’t matter. No amount of defenses are going to stop me from getting my omega back.
Once everyone is in position, I talk over the shared comms, “Now.” As Rourke and his team break in through the back, me and mine bust in through the front. I don’t need a battering ram; two kicks from me and it’s enough to bust the damn door down.
My three guys have their guns raised. I pull out a pistol. We clear two rooms in the front of the house—a sitting room and alounge with a ridiculous display of alcohol—before we’re joined by two alphas wearing all black.
They have guns, too.
Based on the grunting I hear over the comms, I’d say Rourke and his team are working on subduing others. For a moment, the newcomers and I stare at each other, and I growl out, “You sure you want to do this?” I make sure to ooze dominance and venom, make these asshole know just who they’re about to mess with: an über.
I’ll rip their fucking throats out if I have to.
The two alphas glance at each other, and their hesitation is enough. I tell my team, “Do it,” and they exchange their guns for tasers. Soon enough the alphas in front of me are on the floor, dazed, and I step over them as I say, “Knock ‘em out or tie ‘em up. We aren’t finished here.”
Still haven’t seen this Bradford Bentley asshole.
Down the main hall of the house I go, moving quickly. I turn into what must be the dining room to find the man himself sitting at the head of a long table all by himself, sipping on some amber liquid in a short glass.
I point my pistol right at him. There might be fifteen feet between us, but if necessary I can put a bullet in him just as easily as if he were right in front of me. “Bradford Bentley, I assume?” I hiss out his name like it’s the worst pair of words I’ve ever had the displeasure of speaking.
Bradford doesn’t even look at me or the gun. He just frowns to himself and takes a sip from his glass. “Didn’t know Gideon had his own team.” He chuckles once. “Maybe he has changed.”
“It’s not Gideon’s team, it’s mine, but he’s lucky enough to have me now. Where the fuck are they? Tell me where they are and I won’t put a bullet in you.” It takes an ungodly amount of restraint on my part to not shoot him here and now; he deserves all the pain in the world for kidnapping my omega.
His lips quirk in a forced, tight smile. “I don’t know what you mean.”
The dining room has another entrance; it’s this entrance that Rourke and his team comes in through, and it’s only because the alpha has a whole host of guns trained on him that I lower mine. Once my pistol is in its holster, I storm over to where he sits, grab him by the collar, and jerk him out of his seat.
