Page 7 of Lost
Parents.Real ones. Holy shit.
Chapter Two
LARS
“What the fuck, Cian,” I yell, striding over to lift Nova into my arms.
I don’t know how to talk to her. Do I coddle her, tell her the truth, find a happy medium? Clearly, overloading her with information is going to lead to her doing more of this unconscious shit.
“I don’t think she let herself think about her parents yet,” he says contritely with a wince. “There’s too much coming at her, and it’s very difficult to be gentle, Lars.”
Shoving her chair back, I sit in it with her in my lap now that there’s more space.
“There’s such a thing as too much support,” I mutter.
“Amen to that,” Adira grunts, her eyes on Nova. “I don’t know Hollis as well, so I didn’t see the similarities that you all do. I sure as fuck didn’t know that she had a kidnapped twin.”
“It’s not spoken about,” Callum says. “We’ve all lost a lot growing up as mafia kids, Adira. Quinn was sold by people whoshould have protected her, Lars and Caleb have a sister that’s missing as well. It’s a perpetual cycle that needs to stop.”
Adira puts her hand on her stomach with a pained expression and nods. “It will,” she promises. “It’s what we’re all working toward.”
“Aye,” Cian sighs. “Hollis hasn’t been gone for long. Let’s allow Nova to rest before we go into anything else. One thing I know is that these people who have masqueraded as her parents will not live for long. I want to know if they kidnapped Nova or bought her. Then I expect them all to die.”
“Fuck yes,” Damon growls. “Can we help? Nova is special. If people hurt her, then they should die. Point blank.”
Gazing down at the blonde omega in my arms with the multicolored streaks in her hair, I nod. She may not have realized it when she chose Minneapolis as her new home, but she found people willing to fight for her. An army of them in fact, that go beyond her mafia ties.
It’s her soul that has bound her to them. It’s clear that Pack Dresmond and Kelly don’t give a fuck about the rest, the way that she’s cared for their omegas has shown them her soul.
You can’t fake that. Welcome home, Princess. As fucked up as it may be for awhile.
FELIX
“John Taylor doesn’t officially exist on paper,” Callum Kelly grunts. We became acquainted through his work, because no actual introductions have been made. The living room, while huge, is incredibly cramped.
“Cameras lost him as he left town,” Caelin adds. “I need you to wake Nova up please to get her address. I need to find out what name that property is under.”
Lars is gentle as he rubs his thumbs over her cheeks, and pulls her back to consciousness. I really didn’t think he had that in him. However, that’s unfair because I’ve seen how he and Caleb are with Hollis. They’re an immovable protective force.
“Mmm,” she whimpers, pushing her hair out of her face as she sits up. “What am I sitting on?”
“Me,” Lars growls. And he’s back ladies and gentlemen. “Don’t squirm so much.”
My lips twitch as Nova looks around and sighs, slouching against her new human chair. Yeah, I’d be displeased with the fact that this wasn’t a dream too.
“Can I help with anything?” she asks tiredly.
“What address did you grow up at, Nova?” Caelin asks, repeating himself for her.
“4569 Winterbourgh Way,” she recites. “Triumph, Michigan.”
“That’s still the Midwest,” I murmur. “Would he take her that far?”
“I don’t think so,” Nova says. “My…John hates to drive, and I don’t think he wants to perpetuate the idea for long that he just wants to be one big, happy family. I kept running because I knew I wouldn’t survive if he caught me.”
Her face falls as she remembers that Hollis is in her place, and I push off the wall to walk over to her. While she told us some of her past, there are still gaping holes.
“What does that mean, Nova?” I ask.
