“And these people—” She stopped talking with the raised voices coming from down the hall. She stiffened and pushed to her feet to shuffle down the hall. Dorian and I were on her heels. As we approached, sounds of a scuffle increased.
“Rafe?!” she shouted.
The foyer was chaos. A man lay unconscious, blood puddling under his face. Three men in black and navy pinned Rafe to the ground as he thrashed.Why the fuck are the police here?Tranqs stuck out from Rafe’s arm.
“Rafe!” Eva bolted forward, and an Alpha got in her way.Too close.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” I spat. I snarled, getting between them and in his face. The name tag only had his last name: Taito.
“We have a warrant for the arrest of the Ironwyld Pack Alphas.”
“What?” I spat. Dorian pulled Eva to him.
“Go inside,” he ordered.
“But—but?—”
“It’ll be okay. Just stay here, relax, and we will try to be home soon. Call my lawyer, Bill, and he’ll get you everything you’ll need while we’re gone. My phone is on the nightstand in Cade’s bedroom.”
The two cops each grabbed Rafe’s arms and hoisted him up, sweat beading on their temples. They were big ass fuckers and still Rafe had almost taken them out.
“Mr. Ironwyld,” Taito said, hooking his thumbs into his belt. He met Dorian’s gaze head on and dominance blared from both of them. “We want this to be as smooth as possible.”
“We’ll cooperate,” Dorian said, lifting his wrists. Officer Taito nodded, grabbed the cuffs hanging from his belt, and clipped them on. Another cop approached me, and I raised an eyebrow.
“Cade,” Dorian snapped. I stiffened my lips and held out my wrists. The cold metal settled against my skin.
Eva shouldn’t be watching us get cuffed. I avoided her gaze, shame eating me up. As they waved us out of the house, I couldn’t help but look back. Eva gawked from the entrance, the tan of her skin leeched of color.
They shoved us into the back of a van. I plopped onto the uncomfortable metal seat next to an unconscious Rafe. An officer sat inside with a gun in his belt.
We’re fucked.
Chapter 37
Ipaced in the foyer, walking from one end of the hall, near the room I’d first been in when I was dumped here, all the way to the front door. They’d even emptied the room in there, and there were a few more work out machines piled inside. Fern was on her way, but it felt like forever.
I rubbed my chest as if I could calm the ache.
Dorian’s words kept echoing. I could let them stay in there, turn my back on them and never see them again. But I didn’t want that. He truly expected me to sit pretty and do nothing. And he was wrong. So terribly wrong.
As soon as they left, I’d called the lawyer like Dorian said to do. I’d filled him in, and he said he would figure out what was happening. When he called me back literally minutes later, he’d told me there had been a report made against them and that he was driving over to where they were being held.
The phone I clasped in my hand vibrated, and I answered.
“Mrs. Ironwyld.” I didn’t bother correcting him again. “I forgot to inform you. We were in the process of adding you to the will and naming you as the primary benefactor of the Ironwyld estate. Since we haven’t finalized the document, you can find the Power of Attorney in his office as well as all the banking information for you to purchase anything you need.”
“He has an office?” I blurted. He went silent. Seemed like something I should know.
“Yes, past the kitchen.”
I’d never gone past the kitchen, so that made sense. I rushed down the hall, across the living room and into the kitchen. “Did he know this would happen?”
“He always has a plan.” There was humor in his tone. At the far end was a slim door, but I always thought that was a pantry.
“Okay, have you reached them yet?”
“No, I’m pulling in. If you need anything, give me a ring.” He hung up, and I turned the knob of the slim door to a pitch-dark room. I slid my hand over the wall and flipped the switch. Sconces came to life and lit up the office. His desk was pushed to the back.
