Page 8 of Married into the Mob
“He is!”
Ranger slapped a palm on his brow. “Dad is going to freak! I can hear him saying, ‘Not again.’”
“Forget that. If Draven’s returned, trouble’s brewing.” Flint jerked his head toward the building, and the bodyguards followed him as he strode toward the City Hall stairs, ignoring the just-married signs and people cheering.
“Gotta go and avoid a war, little bro.” Ranger took off after them, yelling over his shoulder. “Take care of him first, but we’ll need your help later.”
“Thanks, but I can look after myself from now on.” My mate marched along the sidewalk.
He doesn’t feel the connection. My wolf was worried our mate would get away.
“Draven won’t back off, and next time, he’ll use force. I don’t know what he has on you, but he will never stop.”
“I’ll leave town.”
I studied his chipped nails, the scuffed leather messenger bag, and the hair that needed cutting. This human wouldn’t get far because my guess was he fell into Draven’s orbit because of money. Or lack of it. Draven’s family bided their time, but they always called in their debts.
He was my mate, and I couldn’t let him leave. That was the selfish part of my brain talking, but most importantly, he was in grave danger, not that he could understand any of it.
I took his arm. “I’m taking you somewhere safe.” He protested, but I explained I wanted to help. “Draven is inside that building, and if you make a scene, he’ll come out.”
“Thanks for stopping that farce, but I’m not exchanging one overlord for another.”
Huh?My beast was confused.
He thinks I’m the same as Draven.
“I’m trying to help.” I kept my voice low, not wanting to draw any more attention than we already had and steered him to my car.
“Let me go.”
Being an old-fashioned alpha who expected his omega to obey him was not who I was. But right now, I had to make a decision, not just for my human but for our family.
I bundled him into the car and jumped in, locking the doors.
“Let me out!” He banged at the windows, and when they didn’t break—they were bulletproof—he yanked my arm, hoping that I’d what? Swerve and crash into the barriers blocking off part of the road due to construction?
“Please crack the window.”
I did as he asked and gripped the wheel with one hand and fended him off as I drove like a maniac to the club. La Luna Noir might be an odd place to take my mate, but the reason I’d been at City Hall and the issue with paperwork was because of a special place I’d installed.
Yep, it was ready, as I’d gone ahead without planning permission.
I was going to stash my mate in the brand-new panic room!
FOUR
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The fight went out of me because I had to conserve my strength. I curled myself into a ball and rested my head on the door. This was a fancy car, and I couldn’t figure out how to unlock the door.
Instead, I tried to concentrate on the good news: I wasn’t married to that asshat.His cologne, the way he held himself as though he was going to fall to all fours, while swishing an imaginary tail and pouncing on me, was terrifying.
Goosebumps crawled over my body when I remembered his piercing gaze. As he’d ogled me, the only thing I could compare it to was a sci-fi movie where the bad guy drained his opponent’s brain matter.
But I was letting my imagination run wild. Yeah, he exhibited animalistic tendencies, but he was all bluster. When asshat number two confronted him, he backed off.
That was the good news.
