Page 144 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
Knox was pulling in every resource he had to locate her. Then there was Carrion, the leader of the Ring that we had to make sure wouldn’t be a problem.
The question in my mind was whether the display we’d put on—parading Knox around in a muzzle and chains—was enough to stamp out further issues.
Carrion didn’t show himself often, and to Knox’s fury, Ace had asked if he was even real. Wehadseen him turn up at a few events, but he was always in a creepy bone-bird mask, so we didn’t have a name or face.
We’d put on the show we’d intended to, but we didn’t know if it would be enough, and with Carrion, there was no way to know. Knox had never had direct contact with him.
Still, I was pretty fucking useless here—aside from my insider knowledge from growing up in a family in the Ring, but Knox had long pried all that out. I didn’t have the reach or resources the others did.
By day three, after twiddling my thumbs and hovering anxiously for too long, I decided to force myself out of the house.
It should have been a pleasant trip, but—“What thefuckare you doing?” I demanded as Knox slid into the passenger seat beside me.
“I’m bored.”
“Out,” I grunted.
“Make me.”
I looked around the garage, doing the math. Could I drive thelimoto the mall? To get away from Knox, I would.
“I’ll follow you,” he said, tracking my gaze.
I scowled. Not if I knocked him out he wouldn’t…
“Besides, I locked all the cards except mine,” he added, flashing his black credit card as if reading my mind.
Fuck.
“You can’t come out to the mall with me. What if the Ring is watching?”
“Oh yes, Silverdunes Mall—the true territory of the Nevada Trafficking Ring.”
“You know what I mean,” Knox snorted.
“Don’t be stupid. The Ring knows we can’t walk around with chains and a muzzle all day. That would raise suspicion.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why?” I ground out.
“It’s beenthree dayswithout my Omega,” he groaned. “I’ll end up tossing Bambi out on her ass if I don’t do something.”
“You won’ttouchBambi.” I might be a room separated from my Omega, but I could sense how important this was to her.
“Her nest’s been ready for a day,” Knox muttered. “She should gonestin it or something, right?”
“You know, you’ve always been needy, Knox, but I don’t have to put up with it anymore.”
“Needy?” he asked, offended.
“Like a sick puppy.”
“How?”
“Couldn’t leave me alone for more than a fucking day. Always had to find a way to bug me.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Uh—yes, you did.” I knew becausethathad been an adjustment. When I’d been the one calling the shots, I’d sometimes go weeks without seeing Knox. I’d just let him rot in the basement.
