Page 194 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
Rogue and Thistle were still passed out when I finally staggered from her nest. I couldn’t even say I was mad that he’d won the pack lead fight. I think I was more pleased it wasn’t Ace’s than anything else—of all of us, he was the most insufferable when smug.
I turned on my phone, checking notifications, and it wasn’t long before I was fully awake scrolling through updates and reading every email before leaving the nest.
Mirage—my contact thanks to Thistle—had managed to reach Doyle in time. He’d saved him before Carrion’s men could kill him.
That unwound my stress—the last thing I’d been worried about.
I found Ace in the kitchen, making tea.
“You recover alright?” I asked.
He nodded, scrolling on his phone.
Well, he wasn’t a small-talk kind of guy, but that was fine by me. I had business to get to. “The Ring is in chaos—Vance mentioned they’re scattering.”
“I’m doing damage control—and those Misfits aren’t bad,” he said.
I considered that, feeling the smile creeping onto my face. “I have a proposal.”
Ace cocked his head, mug pausing midair. “Yes?”
It was something that would draw on all the years of intel I’d been collecting from Doyle. Each act of evil we found evidence of Doyle had handed it over with the words: ‘Do your worst, Knox.’
Many had already fled across state lines or to other countries—the larger case we were building had fallen apart.
For him, at least.
For me?
For the first time, the shackles were off. Before, Doyle had been the best resource I had to make a dent, but now I had the money, the connections, and this time… well, I might even have a team.
“A game,” I said.
Ace eyed me, though there was a spark of curiosity lighting his ice-blue gaze. “A… game?”
“One you were born for.”
“I’m listening.”
“I don’t just want them running, Ace. I want them looking over their shoulders as they get picked off one by one. I want them to feel every single thing they did to others. And I want no place, no matter how far, to be safe for them.”
I felt him for a moment in the bond—a spark of anticipation as he realised what I was suggesting.
I grinned. “The hunt is on.”
EPILOGUE ONE
KNOX
Two Weeks Later…
“This is getting out of hand.”
I dropped the stack of letters onto the bed beside Rogue. He paused his handheld and peered down at them.
“Oh. She’s still doing that?”
“She hasn’t stopped.”
