Page 94 of Players and Pages
Within fifteen minutes, it wasn’t just my pack showing up, but Taryn’s, too, and the Sheriff. My pack had me in their arms the moment they rushed through the door. Griff was angry, I could feel his frustration, but I could tell it wasn’t aimed at me.
The bond made it a whole lot easier to read them.
“I found it,” Mathias rushed out as he came running in, nearly slipping on the hardwood as he came to an abrupt halt at the desk. We all gathered around as he started the footage.
The store was busy, Bea helping someone in the back and Taryn at the front desk. A woman slipped in, her eyes flickering up to the camera with a smirk, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder.
She wandered around for a few moments, as if looking for a book, before she tucked the paper in.
Then she sauntered out without a care in the world.
“This is insane. I haven’t done anything to anyone,” I whispered. Cy and Griff boxed me in, their scents helping as all three flared in the bond.
“Come down to the station with me, let’s run her face and see if we can get any hits,” the sheriff told Mathias, who easily agreed.
The guys stayed oddly quiet until they were gone, then Griff turned me to face him.
“Dani. I need you to stay here with Taryn and her pack,” he said. Something about his voice was off. Too calm.
Especially when fire burned in his eyes.
“You said we don’t cut off the bond,” I accused as I glared at him. “What are you planning?”
“Nothing,” he said a bit too quickly.
“If it was my omega, I’d be going to beat some answers out of a certain asshole,” Ash offered. Griff groaned, flashing the alpha his middle finger.
“Way to tell her the plan,” he groaned, then turned back to me. “I’m going to see if he will throw her under the bus, find out what it’s going to take to leave us alone.”
“We have restraining orders, Griff. You can’t,” I reminded him, my heart pounding at the thought of them being thrown in jail.
“Fuck the restraining orders. We gave the police a chance and I refuse to have my omega scared and taunted any longer. Anyone else in?”
“Wait, we don’t have restraining orders,” Ash grinned. “I’m in.”
“Fuck yeah, I’m in, too. I can take out the omega,” Bea said as she cracked her knuckles, her grin downright terrifying.
“I have the babies,” Taryn said, almost pouting. Holt stepped closer, giving her a squeeze.
“I’ll stay with her,” he promised Ash, who nodded once, gave her a kiss, then stalked out the door.
Bea raised an eyebrow at me, gesturing to the door. “You coming to kick some ass?”
“I’m in.”
“Where are you going?” Griff groaned. “I gave you directions.”
“Don’t get your alpha panties in a twist,” Bea huffed as she turned off the main road toward a neighborhood. “We have a seat left and I know just the old broad to fill it.”
“No,” I laughed.
“Oh, yes,” she countered with an unhinged laugh. “We need her.”
“Who?” Griff asked, confused. Ash, Jackson, and Cy were already minutes ahead of us at this point but I wasn’t going to argue. Bea had a point.
She’d clearly texted the old woman, because Dolly was waiting outside, an even bigger purse this time. She was casually picking up rocks and stuffing them inside.
When we pulled up, she climbed in, whistling happily as she settled in, giving me a wink.
