Page 25 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
“Good work, I didn’t expect this until later today.”
I shrug. “It wasn’t an issue, getting this together.” I didn’t even really spend all night working on it. I spent a ridiculous amount of time stalking the new omega, which was never supposed to be a part of the report.
“Anything that stuck out that I should let Stone know about?”
“Yeah, there seems to be a group that’s highly associated with disappearing Southside omegas.”
“And it’s not the owners of the places we’re sending Theo and Stone?”
“No, completely different. Pretty sure they’re called the Sorel family. They also seem to be involved in the drug trade.”
“Producing or distributing?”
“Both. I think we should have Stone poke around about them a little bit, apparently there’s been contact between that family and one of the fighters. I managed to get the audio from a security camera outside the office of Frankie, the owner of The Warehouse. He was talking to that omega Stone likes.”
“Think she’d know more about this family and their drug stuff?”
“Maybe,” I shrug. “Wouldn’t hurt to ask, if Stone asks the right way.”
“Have you done any digging on her? Anything come up that we should be concerned about?”
I keep my expression as impassive as I can, trying to hide the way my hands get clammy at the mention of that omega.
Reyna.
Shit, maybe I shouldn’t think about her name because that’s got my foot nervously tapping. Any thought about her has my throat going dry and my heart racing in a way that makes me uncomfortable. I’ve never felt this way about an omega before.
“I could get you a report on her next.” I swallow hard. “But yeah, I’ve done a bit of digging. She works to provide for her family. She’s got three younger siblings.”
“Please do,” Killian nods. “Are her parents in the picture? Why is she the one working to provide for younger siblings?”
“Her parents both work. Dad’s a mechanic who works basically every day, twelve hours a day. Her mom’s a waitress at a diner. They had her when they were in high school and then her siblings later on. Youngest kid is 10.”
The more I say, the more I feel like a creep. But this doesn’t even scrape the surface of what’ll be in my report. This is for the good of the pack. At least, that’s what I try and tell myself.
“Her parents barely make enough to cover rent. It looks like they use the money she brings in for food and things for her younger siblings.”
“So it doesn’t seem like she’s being trafficked, considering she still lives at home and has contact with her family. Doesn’t rule the possibility of her being pimped out, considering what Theo mentioned when he got here about her only getting a cut and being forced to work when she’s sick,” Killian says, staring contemplatively out the window. “Do you think she’s a reliable source?”
I think back to the messages we sent online. How earnest she seemed. Almost innocent. Definitely not aware of proper internet safety, which is surprising, considering she seems really experienced dealing with douchebags in real life.
“I think she’s as reliable as someone in that situation can be,” I shrug. “It all depends on Stone and Theo’s abilities to form a connection with her in order to get information.”
“Noted. I’ll let them know during our next debriefs. Good work Milo. Keep me updated,” Killian says. “Now, how are you doing?”
I freeze at the question. “What do you mean?”
“I’m pack leader, it’s my business to know how my packmates are doing.”
I cross my arms over my chest defensively. It feels like Killian is using the council member part of his personality on me and I don’t like it.
It makes me feel inadequate. He oozes confidence normally, but when he puts his politics mask on? It’s a whole other level. There’s a reason he got elected to be the youngest council member ever.
“Fine. Nothing’s really changed,” I shrug.
His brows draw down in concern. I guess he doesn’t like that answer.
“I’m tired, I’m going to go to bed now,” I say, turning on my heel before he can interrogate me further.
