Page 28 of Retribution
“Your shoes,” Isolde says, taking a small step forward in worry.
“My car is just downstairs,” Oliver says. “He’ll be fine.”
Now that we’ve laid out what we want, there’s nothing else to do but make our exit. My chest begins to hurt once I’m downstairs, and I rub my hand over it.
“I don’t like this,” I rasp. “Why does this seem wrong?”
“Because it is,” Lucas growls, his jaw tight as he follows alongside us. “She should be coming with us. I need whoever tried to break her dead.”
“That’s a given,” Oliver grunts, his head down as he gets into the front seat of the sedan. It was the only thing available at the rental place.
I told him only grandpas drive these, and he seemed very pleased with that. Now, knowing how much he dislikes being out in the public eye, I can understand why he liked the car.
It’s impossible to get comfortable in the back seat next to Lucas as Oliver pulls away from the warehouse, and I have a really bad feeling about all of this.
“Here,” Oliver says, handing me a device. “You can watch her from here until she leaves the apartment and warehouse. I placed tiny cameras at both places.”
My eyes remain glued to the screen as I watch her take a deep breath and then begin to search the apartment. My lips split into a grin as she finds the first two cameras, and I’m laughing as she misses the last.
“So smart,” I purr. “She’s finding the cameras, Oliver.”
“Fuck, I had a feeling she might,” he says, shaking his head.
“She just found the last one and flicked it off,” I report. “I wish Isolde was coming with us.”
“She knows where I live, she’ll find her way,” Lucas says with more confidence than I have. “Now, I have to return to the land of the living.”
“You look pretty good for someone who was kidnapped,” I tease him as Oliver hands him a phone. I have no doubts that it can’t be traced.
“Which is why I know she’ll come around,” Lucas says with a nod. “Isolde likes me, is attracted to you two assholes, and her curiosity is going to pull her back to us. I just hope that it’s sooner rather than later.”
Fuck.Please don’t disappear,topolina.
Chapter Eight
Lucas
“Sir, are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”Grant asks yet again. I think he was initially in shock, and he called me back again a half an hour later with guns blazing. “I don’t believe that you’ve been fucking an omega for the last three weeks.”
“I didn’t say I was fucking her,” I sigh, dropping my head back as I ignore Oliver and Alesso. It’s hard to do when they both growl at my words.
Holding my hand up, I continue.
“This isn’t a normal meet cute, Grant. She did kidnap me, but we worked it all out. Can you call off the police for me?”
“They’re going to want to speak to you…”
As Grant trails off, I make a face. I hate talking to the police. I always feel as if they’re trying to trick me into contradicting myself.
“No thank you,” I say politely. “Unless they’re willing to come out to the house in Bargersville.”
I have an apartment in Indianapolis for when I need to attend events that will result in overnights, but I prefer mysmaller town to the city. There’s less cars, pollution, and the snow stays white in my yard instead of the gross color it is now as Oliver drives us out of the city.
“Sir,” Grant groans.
“I’ll pay you hazard pay for the white hair I’ve given you,” I promise him. Oliver told me all about the way that my guard had been harassing the police department and the officers on my team. “I’m not wearing enough clothing to swing by the police department right now, Grant, and I don’t even have shoes.”
“I’m not fucking stupid, and I don’t want your money. You already overpay me,” he snarls. “I’ll tell the police that you’ve been found, but I plan to meet you at your home. Something stinks like shit. What do you mean you don’t have your clothes or shoes? Do you hear yourself?”
