Brody scoffs. “He’d be honored to host an omega, even if you’re just passing through.”
Either everything I was taught is a lie or these guys have no idea what it means for me to be amaleomega.
“I’ll need to pack my stuff.” I slide off the bed, then head toward my bag, an agreeable smile plastered on my face.
The two men nod, watching as I pick up my lamp and set it upright. A little fiddling with the bulb—not broken, thank fuck—gets the thing lit again, casting a yellowish glow into the room.
“Should probably change too,” I say, gesturing at my still bare chest and tiny shorts.
“Of course,” says Dante. “We’ll give you some privacy.”
I wait until the door is shut behind them before slipping out of my work ‘uniform’ and tugging on a t-shirt and some sweatpants. And some running shoes.
Would it be nice if they were telling the truth about their Alpha and his acceptance of me? Sure.
Am I going to take that risk?Hell no.
Dante and Brody have been really nice and Remy seemed cool enough, but the last thing I want is to meet an Alpha, especially when the situation sounds a little too good to be true.
I rifle through my drawers and my closet, using the noise to cover the sound of me pulling back the blackout curtains and opening the window. I can’t say I ever thought I’d actually use the rusty old fire escape, but I learned early on in my life on the run to always,alwayshave more than one exit.
As quietly as possible, I slide out the window and onto the metal landing, then make my way down the rickety stairs. I have to jump the last bit since the ladder is missing, but that’s no problem for me. Adjusting my hold on the backpack, I jog toward the street.
It won’t take the two shifters long to figure out I made a run for it.
As I round the corner of the building, someone grabs me by the arm, twisting it up behind my back.How’d they get down here so fast?
“Look, I appreciate the offer to visit and all, but I think it’s better if—”
“Shut up.” The shifter who has hold of my arm twists the limb farther, sending a jolt of pain through my shoulder. He shoves me forward so we’re by the front of the building where the other two frat bros from the club wait. “Look what I found, Paulie. Seems like he saved us the trouble of going up to get him.”
Five
Keir
Beingkidnappedsucks.Zeroout of five. Would not recommend, especially if these idiots are the kidnappers. They don’t even have a proper vehicle.
Instead, I’m sandwiched between Greg and Paulie in the cramped backseat of a fuckingFord Fiesta. The third guy, Jake a.k.a. Douche One, is driving. I almost want to ask them why I don’t rate the tricked out SUV they were trying to shove Remy into, but I don’t want to antagonize them too much.
Beyond twisting my arm and forcing me into the vehicle, they haven’t actually hurt me and I’m smart enough not to make things worse for myself. Unfortunately, I get the impression that the only reason I’m not already in a bloody heap somewhere is because their Alpha prefers to deal with trespassers himself.
Or something like that.
And, at least for now, that’s all these guys think I am: a trespasser who didn’t ask for permission to be in their Alpha’s territory, albeit one who interrupted whatever plans they had for Remy. Hopefully, they’ll keep thinking that until I figure a way out of this.
Jake pulls the car up to a luxury apartment building in a section of the city I’ve never ventured into. Much too rich for me. I couldn’t even afford to work as a housekeeper here. Jake tosses the keys to a valet—who side eyes both Jake and the car likewhat the hell do you want me to do with this piece of crap?—and the other two pull me out of the backseat and march me inside.
The building is upscale enough to have a doorman, something that could work to my advantage if I wanted to make a scene and try to slip away. Except for the fact the doorman is a shifter and so was the valet, two things that don’t bode well for me as they suggest this entire building probably belongs to the Alpha who runs Chicago.
Shit. I’m in way over my head. This kind of money means power, and not just the kind that comes from being an Alpha. If this guy takes real offense to me trespassing in his city, he could simply make me disappear.
I dart my gaze around the lobby, my brain cataloging various means of escape, but nothing that will do me any good since we head directly into the elevator. Jake presses his thumb against some sort of biometric scanner by the keypad, then pushes the button for the top floor. We zoom upward at a speed that almost makes me want to puke.
Though, that might just be the feeling of my anxiety eating through my stomach lining.
At the top, the elevator doors slide open, revealing a swanky entryway with a hallway leading deeper into the apartment. Or is this considered a penthouse? Whatever it’s called, it takes up the entire top floor of the building.
Greg has his hand wrapped around my arm in an iron grip as he tugs me along behind Jake. At the end of the hallway, Jake knocks on a door.
