Page 82 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
"It was on all three of us," Luke pipes in. "I never even considered…"
"Me neither," Tom grunts.
"It's okay," I assure them. "I'm the one who made the first bad choice, and it snowballed from there."
"No more apologies," Connor says. "This is good news."
"I sure hope you're ready for the level of crazy Murphy's about to be," Archie says, smiling against my lips.
My heart races as I glance around at my pack. It's entirely possible their care and concern might get old one day…
But I've been lonely for so long it's hard to imagine that ever being the case.
"Well, fuck," Connor grumbles, checking his phone. "We've got a minor situation in the lobby." He goes on to explain about the investors. I've heard about them a few times, but Conn lays out all the details.
"...we didn't know until right before you came in," Connor finishes.
"The investors are Pack Frasier? My pack?" I ask, sputtering out the words. My stomach churns uncomfortably.
"Notyourpack," Tom rumbles. "We're about to see them out and ensure they never return."
"Okay," I reply. I think I'm still in shock with everything that's happened this morning. "I definitely owe your uncle a huge thank-you, and maybe a gift basket."
"Mmm," Archie says, wrapping his arms around me. "I'm pretty sure if you've got a bun in the oven, that's all the gift he'll need."
"That was horrible," Luke pipes in.
"It was pretty bad," I say with a laugh as Archie licks his way down my neck.
"He's going to be so damn smug," Archie says, shaking his head. "Yes, fine both he and Eileen get a year's worth of Edible Arrangements for their meddling."
"I kinda think your uncle is laying the pipe to y'all's secretary," Luke adds as we head down to the lobby.
"Why?" Connor groans, shoving Luke's chest. "Good God. Why would you put that image in my head?"
The ringing of our laughter follows us down the hall.
"Let me be real fucking clear," Tom growls, pacing the floor in front of the three men of Pack Frasier. "You'll leave today. You willnotcome back."
"Do not contact Anastasia Androff again," Viktor growls, crossing his massive arms over his chest. "She's no longer your puppet. Tell her father to expect a visit."
"You can't do that," Byron Frasier hisses. "You can't hold her here against her will."
"You're real close to getting knocked the hell out," Tom says, joining Viktor at his side. The two of them make a pretty solid wall ofnope, you're not getting through here."I should do it just for yousuggestingthat bullshit. You've got some balls, I'll give you that. Too bad they're bigger than your brain."
"You know," Viktor says. "I've got many old friends with, shall we say, questionable moral codes. They'll do most anything for a payday, but even they have lines they won't cross." He looks at Tom. "Perhaps we should hire them to dispose of the trash?"
"Like I said," Tom says, staring down Byron Frasier. "Leave now before youreallypique our interest."
"Come on," Connor says, carefully guiding me away. "They'll not bother us again, if they have any sense."
Luke's at my other side as Connor guides us down the hallway and out to the lobby. Eileen waves Connor over, and I step to the side to check out the brochures of activities. Luke leans against the wall, keeping an eye on everything.
"Evie?" The voice sends a shiver down my spine.
My jaw literally falls open. I spin around and spot my sister and her pack filing in through the sliding glass door.
"Cassie? What's going on?" I ask. My bonds go a little haywire. Tom immediately senses my panic and assures me he's on the way. I try to tamp down on my anxiety—really, it's not a bad surprise, but itkindais.
