Page 97 of Knot Their Girl
I might not be an alpha, but Raeka’s mine just as much as she is theirs.
Chapter Forty-One – Pax
By the time I get to Alabaster Security Headquarters downtown, my team is ready to go and I have a list of addresses. One of our data clerks ran through them and highlighted the most probable ones—he owns a warehouse just outside the city, in a more run-down area. My gut tells me that should be where we check first.
I don’t know who this guy is, but he’s going to rue the fucking day he took what’s mine.
My omega. My beta. My pack.
I keep a recon suit at the HQ, along with a variety of weapons. I get dressed in it and strap on everything I can. Rourke is with the team at the training grounds, where I typically am when I’m not on bodyguard duty—fucking bodyguard duty. Funny how that’s how this whole thing started.
A few knives, along with two pistols and a SMG.
Rourke calls me, raring to go, “Team’s ready. Where you want to meet us? Where are we going? You want to split us up into two? We’ll knock out those addresses faster—” The alpha, the only one I would really call a friend, is eager to help me save those I care about most.
He might not know all of the details, but he knows enough. He knows I’d rather die than see my omega in the hands of another alpha. He claimed to have known I had a thing from her since the get-go. When I talked about her, I lit up or whatever.
I’m about to answer him when I see Gideon being ushered into the room. The lights are a bright white, the walls a dark gray. Gideon is out of place here. Instead of me being in his territory, he’s in mine.
“Hold that thought,” I tell Rourke, hurrying across the room to Gideon. I drop the phone away from my ear as I offer him the papers with the addresses in the other. “Do you recognizeany of these? All properties Bradford Bentley owns. Highlighted ones are ones that he could bring in Raeka and Colter without arousing suspicion.”
Gideon’s hands shake somewhat as he studies the paper. “No,” he says after a while.
“No? No what?”
“I know him. Not well, but enough. He thinks he has me by the throat. He thinks I’ll sell to him the moment I realize he has them.” Quieter, he adds, “And if I didn’t have you, I probably would, just to get them back.”
“So you don’t think these places are where he has them?”
He shakes his head once. “No. I’d bet anything they’re at his house.”
“His house? Like his home, where he lives?” If I was not so frazzled, I’d fucking smack myself. Obviously, his house is where he lives. “You really think that’s where he’d bring them?”
Gideon rubs the back of his neck. “I think so?”
“Then that’s where we’ll go.” I snap my fingers and a man from IT hurries over. “Go with Jose. If Bradford calls, he and his team can trace the call. I’ll send the team to his house—if by some chance he calls from another location, contact me right away.”
Both Gideon and Jose nod. This might be the former’s first rodeo with something like this, but this isn’t mine, nor is it anyone here. Kidnapping happens a lot around here. Alphas are always trying to take what they think belongs to them, or use helpless omegas as bargaining chips.
Raeka isn’t helpless, though. She has a fire I’m envious of. If a single hair on her head is harmed, I’m going to rip Bradford apart.
Before they walk away, I grab Gideon by the back of the neck and pull him closer to me. Leaning my forehead against his, I promise him, “I will bring them back to us.” The other alphais a bundle of nerves and anxiety; I can feel it radiating from him. I feel the same, but I’m more accustomed to pushing those feelings down in order to get the job done.
Gideon lets out a shaky sigh and closes his eyes. He doesn’t say a word in response, but I know he believes me. I know my outwardly calm confidence oozes into him and provides him with a boost of inner strength.
I let him go, and I don’t watch him wander off with Jose. I turn my back to them and bring my phone to my ear, telling Rourke, “Change of plans. We’re going to hit a new address: his personal home. I’ll meet you and the team. You know the drill. Nonlethal measures. I want this asshole and everyone he’s working with alive.”
“You got it, boss,” Rourke says. “Send the address over and we’ll meet you there.”
I end the call and type out the address as I hurry to the elevator. Soon enough I’m hopping back in my car and speeding off.
I’ll get them back. I have to.
Chapter Forty-Two – Gideon
Jose leads me to a room full of computer screens and smart-looking people. He hooks my phone up to some contraption, gets a read on it or whatever, and then I’m able to unplug it and pace the room while waiting for Bradford to call.
It has to be him. It has to be. I don’t know anybody else who would care enough about Chase Jewels to do something like this.
