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I reach for the glove box, popping it open and rooting around until my fingers find what I’m looking for — a tiny black dime bag. Tearing the seal, I dump the small lavender pill into my palm.
“What’s that?” Dillon asks, glancing over.
“Emergency scent blocker,” I mutter, tossing the pill back and swallowing it dry. “Starts working in ten minutes. Can’t have your brothers following my trail like bloodhounds, can I?”
“No,” Dillon agrees with a faint smile. “Guess not.” She pauses, her fingers flexing on the wheel. “They’re not all bad, you know. They’re actually good guys — just… fucked up when it comes to you.”
I choke out a bitter laugh. “I’ll take your word for it.”
We drive in silence, my mind racing as I try to come up with a plan. We need to get out of town, and fast. Ike’s. We need to get to Ike’s. I’m sure since those assholes know where I work, theyalso know where we live. I’m not gonna force Judge to leave with nothing. This is the only home he knows.
Marcus.
We can hide out with him until the coast is clear, then I’ll send him up to Georgia’s and she can pack a bag for us. If anyone asks, she can say she babysits Judge. It’s close enough to the truth.
“Drop us at the corner of Genoa and Fifth,” I say, my voice firm.
“Yeah, I can do that. What about the car?”
“Keep it. It’s yours now. The title’s in my apartment, under my mattress. Forge my name and make it official,” I tell her, my chest tightening at the thought of parting with my pride and joy.
“You’re sure?” Her eyes widen in disbelief.
“Consider it payment for helping us.”
“Whatever you say, babe.” She shakes her head, pressing the gas harder as we speed toward our escape.
CHAPTER NINE
ARROW
This can’t be real. It feels like a dream—a sexy, chaotic, messed-up dream I desperately want to wake up from.
I have a Kismet omega.
Gears and Acid stand beside me outside the clubhouse, watching as the dust cloud settles from the GTO. My heart pounds and my nose twitches at her lingering scent of jasmine and orange, a reminder that she’s out there—away from us.
“Was that your fucking sister behind the wheel?” Acid growls, his almost-black eyes narrowing as he stares into the distance, frustration seeping into his every word.
“Appears so,” Gears mumbles, his green eyes flickering with the same disbelief I feel.
We found our omega. We should be over the moon, but all I feel is this gnawing emptiness, a sickness twisting in my gut. She ran—from us, from her alphas. And after what we did, I can’t blame her.
We tied her up, kept her from her son, and let Acid hit her.
We fucked up.
Without another word, I turn on my heel and storm into the clubhouse. My mind is racing. I need to find her, apologize—beg her to give us another chance. We can fix this. We have to. She’s our Kismet, our Renegade Queen, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.
“Where are you going?” Gears calls after me as he follows me inside.
“She’s our omega!” I yell, panic bubbling in my chest. Every second she’s gone feels like another mistake piling on top of the last.
Gears snorts. “She can’t be trusted. Everything she’s said is a lie. Even has her kid lying for her.”
Does he even hear himself right now? I whip around, fury flashing through me. “She’s our fucking scent match, you idiot! Why do you think her scent affected us so much? Why do you think I freed her?”
My voice cracks, the weight of what we’ve done settling like lead in my chest. He knows damn well you can’t fake a Kismet match. She may have lied about being a beta, but we never asked. We just assumed.
