Page 61 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“Are you sure that’s wise?”Kyrio asks, and I restart the car, turning it around.
“It will make her think twice before running from me again,” I tell him, heading back to the airport.“Mind link Dimitri and tell him to tell the pilot we are on our way back,” I tell Kyrio, and he does just that while I try to figure out what is going on with Emery.We are still not past this it appears, and she is stillhellbent on escaping me.
Reaching the airport, I park the car next to the hanger and climb out before locking it.Quickly, we jog to the waiting plane, and Dimitri pops his head out the cabin door.“My car?”he asks.
“Just a scratch,” I call back.I don’t need him pining over his car or being distracted.We are about to take on a damn trafficking ring and need to be alert, not distracted.
Climbing aboard with Kyrio, he pulls the hatch shut behind us and I take my seat, however, my mind is elsewhere as the plane takes off.I can feel slivers through the bond.She may not be too badly injured, but she is in a world of hurt.That’ll teach her from trying to escape, though what I want to know is, why now?
During the flight, I dozed off, before jolting awake when the plane touches down.The tires on the small plane screech along the tarmac as it slows before stopping.The rental cars are already waiting, and we unload all our gear and climb into the trucks. However, the moment we pull out of the small airport, I feel something is off.That feeling is only heightened as we drive through the nearby towns.Why is no one out and about?
Eventually, we reach the warehouse, but even here it is quiet, and I glance at Kyrio.“Something isn’t right, and where are the boats?”he asks as we move through the industrial area toward the piers.We park behind the huge warehouse next to the harbor.There’s not a car in sight, no boats, no people, just an eerie quiet that has me on edge.
“Keep your eyes open, something doesn’t feel right,” I tell him, peering over the roof of the car.My men in the other car pull up and get out, also glancing around nervously.
“Isn’t this place usually packed?”Dimitri asks.I nod but decide to still check it out while trying to figure out who else knew besides my pack and Anastasia’s sister that we were coming here.Pulling open the huge doors, we find the warehouse floor completely empty.Dimitri strolls on in and I peer back out at the harbor.
“Something is not right,” I murmur when a draft frominside the warehouse hits me, and my eyes widen as I spin back around to see my men scouring the empty space.The moment the words leave my mouth, gunfire rings out.“Ambush!”But I am far too late.
I tackle Kyrio to the ground, yet my men inside are sitting ducks as they run for cover.Shoving Kyrio behind a container, I peer around it just in time to see Dimitri jolt.My breath comes in short gasps as blood oozes from between his eyes where he was shot, then he collapses on the ground.A feral snarl leaves me, and I shift before tearing into them to try to save my other men.
Chapter 19
TWO DAYS LATER
Dion has left me here for two days now in the cells, I haven’t seen or heard from anyone.Not a peep.
When I hear the creak of the huge wooden door, I lift my gaze.It is so dark in here, I see nothing but black even with heightened senses, so when he turns the light on, I am temporarily blinded.I shield my eyes from the light, blinking rapidly as they water.
“I am going to ask you once.Keep in mind I know the answer, so try lie to me, and I will leave you to rot down here,” he warns.His voice sends a violent ripple up my spine.
“Who did you call off Amanda’s phone?”he asks me, and I peer over at him where he stands on the stairs.Here I thought I was being punished for trying to leave, but this is over a phone call?
“My grandmother,” I answer, not understanding how this punishment is fitting for such a minor thing.
“Hmm, and what did you call her for?”he questions.I swallow, not wanting to answer.
I shake my head.“Why does it matter?”I ask him, knowing either way his sick desire to punish never ends, rotting down here is a better option than being mated and marked by a monster.
“Why?”he takes another step down, his eyes never leaving mine as he watches me.The look of fury on his face is obvious, along with the menacing aura that seems to fill this dark place.
“Last chance, what did you tell your grandmother?”he asks me.My heart rate skips a beat at his words and nausea makes my stomach turn, when I don’t answer, he growls.“Fine hard way it is then!”he snarls, stomping down the last of the steps.My heart races faster when I see him dig the keys to my cell out of his pocket.
“That you were going back to search the harbor for survivors!”I scream out of fear, knowing that if he opens that cell door, I would hate the consequences of not answering more than his line of questioning.However, my words only anger him more as he suddenly roars a furious growl and grips the bars.His knuckles turn white when he grips the iron bars, his barely contained rage radiating from him in waves.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done!”he screams, rattling the bars in his grip.
“Saved what’s left of my pack!”I spit at him.He laughs, the sound is mocking and chills me to the bone.
“You foolish, naive girl, are you truly that blinded by the monster your father was?”
“My father may be a monster, that doesn’t mean his pack must suffer for whatever you feel he wronged you by!”
“You think you saved them?”he laughs, shakes his head before stepping away from the bars.He starts unbuttoning his shirt.
“You didn’t, you just ensured that when I catch them, I’ll make their deaths excruciating,” he snarls, opening the front of his shirt.I gasp at what he reveals, his entire stomach and torso littered with bullet wounds, some still not quite healed.I want to know how he can sustain such horrendous injuries and still bealive.
“I went into that place with 8 men, I left with one!”he screams.“And who only knows how many more were killed to cover their tracks!”he yells.I stare at him, confused by what he means.
