Page 60 of Retribution
“Isolde,” Lucas growls.
He doesn’t usually call me by my name and I trip on the step as I step back again.
“Hypothetically, Alpha,” I say. “Going into heat while slitting throats would be unfortunate.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “Yes, it’s possible. What are you feeling?”
“Hot flashes. There’s no real slick unless I’m already aroused, but I feel flushed,” I explain.
“How long have you felt like this?” Grant asks, his gaze tracking me like a predator.
“Two weeks,” I say. I caught myself before I fell, but I’m still steadily walking backward. “I’m wearing a heavier set of panties just in case.”
“You….Isolde!” Oliver complains.
“Hypothetically,” I remind him. “And if I take extra suppressants, would that be bad, Lucas?”
“I don’t know what you’re taking,” Lucas groans. “Don’t double up. Fuck.”
“I’ll be fine. Could it be breakthrough heat flashes? Is that a thing?” I ask.
“It is,” Lucas grunts. “Please don’t be long, and be careful. Where are you going?”
“Somewhere in Illinois,” I say vaguely, my ass hitting the side of the car. Sliding into my seat through the still open door, I wave.
I can still smell their scents even as I shut the door behind me and pull on my seat belt. My alphas take a collective step toward my car as if to chase me, and I gasp as I put the gear shift into drive and pull away.
I’ll be fine. Breakthrough spikes can happen Lucas said. It doesn’t mean I’m going into heat. It’s been so long since I’ve had a regular heat, I don’t remember what that’s like.
I only had a couple irregular ones before I was taken, which I always thought was kind of odd. It wasn’t something serious enough to head to the doctor for, so I never did. Now, I have no idea what the fuck is happening to my body.
“Lovely,” I growl under my breath. Shifting in my seat, I get comfortable for the three hour drive as I leave my alphas behind. My fingers flick on the radio only to find Black Sabbath’s “Changes” currently on. My lips mouth the words as I think about how incredibly accurate that truly is.
Yet, there’s a warmth inside of me that has nothing to do with my heat because Oliver said he loved me.
My SUV is pulled off the road in a ditch where no one can see me, and I jumped the fence of theReaping Marauders’property. The world is still asleep at barely six in the morning, and the sun is sputtering its way over the horizon.
Walking through the property, I see guards who are asleep at their posts, clearly hung over. When you think you’re invincible, you fuck up. These are clearly lower level members or prospects. Either way, they’re going to be one of the reasons that I’m able to waltz into the club house without any issues.
I have a black bag of supplies in my left hand while my gun is in my right as I walk through the front door of the clubhouse. There are men asleep on the floor and couches snoring, and I roll my eyes as I reach into my bag and pull out a wall plug in that pushes a sedative into the air.
It’s something I picked up from the dark web and kept for a rainy day. Today, it’s pouring. Silently plugging it in, I smirk through my skull mask over my face. It completely covers every inch of my skin with space for me to breathe without accidentally inhaling the chemicals in the air.
I appear like the little nightmare that Grant is fond of calling me. No one will be able to recognize me as I leave the sleeping men to fall into an unnatural sleep. I’ll come back to slit throats once I’ve dealt with whoever is in the upper rooms.
My boots don’t make a sound as I walk up the stairs, my feet testing the wood for weak spots that may squeak or groan. This clubhouse is in a gross state of disrepair, and I really hope there aren’t any children who come here with any frequency. The floors are sticky, there’s a hole in the wall next to my head as I walk up from where someone lost their temper, and a sweet butt is passed out naked on the landing.
Lips pursed, I pull out a syringe from my pocket to ensure she stays asleep for as long as I need. I’ll dump her ass in the yard once I set this shithole on fire. She’s scrawny and has big tits, which means that since this sedative is meant for larger people that she’ll remain asleep.
Shoving the needle into her neck and pushing the plunger down as I watch it enter her body takes seconds and then I put the used needle into a pouch on the side of my utility bag that ensures I won’t accidentally stick myself with it.
Despite my leather gloves, I know I need to be careful. She’s a beta and doesn’t have an omega’s penchant for increased healing. She could easily have some kind of bloodborne disease. No thank you.
Continuing on, I begin to clear the bedrooms one by one. I need to move quickly and efficiently to be done before anyone wakes up, which is something I excel at. This is why I wanted to do this my way.
My footsteps take me to the messy bedroom of a man with two naked women on top of him. That’s cute. They’re all passed out, allowing me to pull out the zip ties and duct tape. Once the women are handled, I pull out my knife to dispose of the man.
This is about doing the maximum amount of damage while killing him without a sound uttered. The women are still completely passed out, and I expect they may still be drunk to be able to sleep through my restraining them. Picking up both women, I shift them away from the club member so his blood doesn’t get on them.
