Page 126 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
Right.
The cue.
I could have almost missed it, leaning forward in the chair as I was, fixated on the screen as Thistle pried the knife from the belt of Rodrick Banner.
I lifted my drink—enough to let those in the room who still waited for my signal know it was time. I wasn’t having this cut off short.
There were enough in here waiting to know when they could prove themselves to me—either to throw their bets in on my side, or to ensure I knew they were loyal so I wouldn’t spill a single secret. This trafficking ring was a carefully curated circle of mutually assured destruction, but they had no such dirt on me in return. There were a few security guards in here that my team had contacted. They were willing to flip with the tide. If I could prove an upper hand, they’d join.
There was the click of a gun’s safety. A growl.
“Whatare you doing?”
I shoved away the foul sound of Bella’s shriek, dragging my attention from the performance just enough to see the Sloan pack blocking the locked door. I’d bought their family’s loyaltywhen I’d bailed them out of debt to drug runners in Vegas. And two security guards had flipped already—ones who’d worked for me in the past.
Good.
Everything was going as planned.
On the screen, my Omega had calmed now, with a blade in her hand as she kneeled over the Alpha whose eyes were wide as his body failed to respond.
He was alive, for now, though he couldn’t move, not with the poison coursing through his veins.
For a moment, I shivered, transported back to the nights in which I’d been drugged, and Thistle had claimed me.
Her touch was running up my neck as she adjusted my head, cutting back a few buttons so she could get a look at my chest.
I was completely at her mercy …
“You’re mine…” Her whisper echoed in my ear, a cold horror coiling in the air with a thrill I’d never claimed.
Somewhere distant, Bella Morgan was screaming something, but I couldn’t look away as Thistle made the first cut.
THIRTY-THREE
THISTLE
I’d barely had it a day, and the bracelet Ace had given me was already coming in clutch.
The Alpha before me was on the ground, breathing unsteady, his chest rattling in ragged growls of panic as I gathered myself.
Okay…
What next?
Really, I should go find the others, but…
For a flash I pictured Bella standing above me, ripping Bunny in two. I’d lost Knox, and she was making him watch as her Alpha tried to claim me. Trying to take everything from me.
Forcing him, when he didn’t want her…
Nope, nope, nope.
A little rumble of a growl rolled up my throat. Maybe it was anger, maybe it was desperation at the idea of leaving now.
I… I needed this…
It’s been so long, Bunny… and he really deserves it…
