Page 23 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
Knox scrambled, fist closing around the dark metal muzzle nearest him before throwing his weight back, turning, and slamming it into the side of Rogue’s head.
Rogue staggered a step, blinking violently. “I saved you, you spoiled piece of?—!”
“Spoiled?”Knox snarled, launching after him, grappling for his neck with difficulty. He was strong, but Rogue was stupid-huge, so it was probably a losing strategy.
“You got two years! I did—” Rogue spat out a glob of blood as he tried to throw Knox back, catching himself on the wall for balance. “I did four—is that not enough?”
“There is noenough!” Knox hissed, almost tripping as he took another unsteady step back for balance, his foot catching a dumbbell. He recovered quickly, grabbing hold of the set of shelves for balance before throwing himself back into the fight. “Ididn’t choose this.Youdid.”
“You took my scent match!” Rogue sounded murderous as he tried to throw off Knox, who was trying to grab for his face.
Maybe going for the eyes?
“And you deserved…allof it, youpsychopath—” Knox’s voice cut off as Rogue threw his whole massive weight forward, hands around his neck. Knox flailed, reaching out wildly until his fingers closed around a bar of the shelves again, and—oh!
With an almighty heave, he dragged the whole thing over onto both of them. The structure came clattering down, raining guns, weights, muzzles, and heavy-looking boxes full of random stuff.
I had to crane my neck to make sure they were okay. Both were panting, dragging themselves out from either side of it. Knox groaned, lifting a weight from his stomach and shoving itaway before collapsing back down. Rogue flipped himself onto his back, chest heaving.
Uh… I think they were finished?
Sure enough, there was a long, long quiet as they caught their breath and I wrung the blanket in my hands, wondering if I’d done the wrong thing.
“The…” Knox coughed violently. “The… Misfits?”
“Safe room.”
“And…” His voice was strained. “Bella?”
I shrank where I sat on the couch at the sound of that name, tugging the blankets closer.
“Got away,” Rogue replied. “Three of her Alphas are dead. The rest panicked when Ace showed up, desperate to drag her out. If I’d killed her, they’d have had no reason not to slaughter us all.”
“She…” Knox spat a curse. “She fucking knows about me. What I was doing in the Ring?—”
“I know.”
I swallowed the lump of hatred back, caught between it and the terror I felt.
What if she came back to take him?
I squeezed my eyes shut.
No, no, no.
Rogue brought him back to me. There was a plan. Obviously there was a plan.
“She’ll be licking her wounds for a while,” Rogue muttered. “We have time.”
“To do fucking what?” Knox spluttered. “The whole goddamn trafficking ring will be after?—”
“All of us,” Rogue finished.
I bit my lip.
They didn’t sound sure that we could get out of this—not even Rogue. I thought back to the party Knox had hosted, full of important people.
Allof them might be after us?
