Page 25 of Sugar Baby
Oh, Sugar, why are you giving him ideas, you twat?
He snickers. “Well, if you prefer…?”
“No,” I reply instantly. “Nest is good, thank you. Uhm, but what I said about my mum. I can help if you’ll let me.”
“This isn’t your concern.” He closes off again.
“It is. You abducted me. You know my father. He won’t let this go until he finds me, and then you are…” I make a slashing motion at my throat.
He stares at it for a moment, his eyes narrowed. “Hmm, indeed. But that doesn’t matter. Your mother is the one I want. She will come when she knows I have you.”
“I won't let her swap herself for me. We can work this out, whateveritis.”
I wipe my hot brow on my dress, seeing the blood smear off as well. I pick up the gauze that Trent dropped and place it on the wound with a hiss. The antiseptic is burning it now.
After a moment, Lorenzo waves the gun at Trent, who comes back over to help me, warily this time in case I pounce on him and force him to knot me or some bollocks.
“You smell so sweet,” he murmurs, looking at the wound and not my eyes.
“That’s why they call me Sugar.”
His gaze drops to mine, the intensity boring holes into my head. “I see.” He pulls on the end of the tape and rips a piece off with his teeth. He sticks a bit to my head over the gauze and then rips another piece off. He sticks that and moves away.
“Open the windows up there, would you?” he croaks to the two men in the front.
The sound of electric windows opening fills the air as everyone is silent, contemplating their own situations and their next move.
I know mine.
It’s to work on Uncle Enzo until he breaks and lets me help sort this thing out with my mother so that no one else gets hurt.
Also, this thing with Trent is…interesting. Maybe it’s something I want to explore while I’m holed up wherever we are going.
ChapterEighteen
Atlas
Stumbling out of the fire exit at the back of the bank, into the alleyway, I clutch my aching head. That fucking prick, Nico is going to get his nuts handed to him after this. I should’ve known he was double-crossing me. If not before then, the second I laid eyes on Sophia, I should’ve known. He has fallen for her like a dumbfuck.
Pretty much like me.
I ignore my thoughts and groan, rubbing at the spot where he punched me in the temple. Whoever the fuck came into the bank in the place of the police that I’d paid off has seriously pissed me off. That was an interception I was not anticipating. Now, I’ve lost Nat, Sophia, the cameo brooch, and my guys, and my whole plan has gone up in smoke.
“Fucking prick.”
A homeless man, rooting through a skip, glances up but ignores me and carries on looking for his treasure in the trash.
Dragging my phone out of my pocket, I flick back the video I sent myself from the cheap burner that Nico sent. Frowning at it, I have to wonder why he sent me this when he is clearly still working on her father’s side. Or is itherside? What was so simple yesterday, is now so complicated that it hurts my already-pounding head.
Trying to figure out his motives, I round the corner and see Cain and Nat climb into a van a bit further down the road.
“You have got to be kidding me!” I kick out at the wall, frustrated and fed the fuck up of today already.
Looking right and left, I scour the streets for Nico and Sophia. They have vanished, which isn’t that surprising. I’m guessing they went back to her pack compound.
Storming down the road under a cloud and hoping the team that came to the bank and hauled my guys away doesn’t come after me anytime soon, I make it back to the small car I’d stashed this morning and climb in. Firing up the engine, I pull out and make my way back out of the city, debating what to do with this video. Send it to Quinn? He will go absolutely ballistic. It will take care of the Nico problem for me, but I’m guessing he will lock Sophia up, and she will never see the light of day again until her wedding day, when she will be mated off to some old, perverted alpha and live under his thumb for the rest of her life.
It surprises me that the thought of it makes me sick. It hurts my heart to think of such a beautiful, fiery omega, tamed and cowed in this way. She should fly free, live her life, and be with an alpha who can give her the world. I hate that I want that alpha to be me. I wanted to take her life and destroy it from the inside out. I wanted to be the one to tame her and stifle her until she felt like she couldn’t breathe without me.
