“Understood. Just don’t make any hasty moves,” Rick couldn't help adding.
“I’m won't. I promise,” Ronin replied. “Bye.” He disconnected the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket.”
He turned around, but hesitated when that feeling hit him again. Ronin stayed where he was, unmoving, closing his eyes as he tried to figure out what had his wolf so on edge.
“Whatisthat?” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. Nothing came to mind, so Ro sighed and turned around, heading back towards the warehouse. The feeling intensified again, and, instead of going back to where the team was, he took a slight detour to the left, which brought him up to the back of the building.
The warehouse had been made from gray cobblestone. He touched it and felt a warmth take over his hand. He pulled his hand back. It wasn’t that it was too hot; it was more like something had electrocuted him, not enough to shock... more like static electricity.
Ronin moved along the wall until he came across a window where a light seemed to be radiating from. He moved up and peeked in, seeing a room that looked drab and dingy with only mattresses and a solitary lamp to light it. He squinted and saw that there were five people inside—a woman and four men. Omegas?
“Hey… who the fuck are you?”
Ronin froze. The sound of a man’s voice came from behind him. He turned around slowly, his hand on his pistol ready to draw if necessary.
It wasn’t Anton—at least it didn’t look like the man he saw in a picture before, but the man was an alpha... a scrawny one, but an alpha nonetheless.
“I'm just here to sample the merchandise. My boss sent me.” The words coming out of his mouth made him feel dirty, but it was what the asshole expected.
“Oh, we weren't expecting anyone tonight,” the man said, “but we got some good inventory at the moment. There’s a new one, never been broken in. Lemme call Anton and tell him,” the man said, and then reached for his pocket.
Bile tasted in Ronin's mouth at what he was hearing, and he was glad for the cover of darkness because it kept him in the shadows. Ro pulled the pistol from his holster and pointed it straight at the man’s head and pulled the trigger, grateful for the silencer on it as the man went down.
Ronin stared at the man on the ground. That was too close for comfort. He needed to be careful.
* * *
Ronin wasglad he had forgotten to put his comms back in, or his team mates would have rushed over. Ro simply stepped over the dead asshole and put in his comms as he made his way back to Maddox
“What took you so long?” Maddox asked when he returned.
“Got a little delayed.” Ronin holstered his pistol now that he was back with Maddox. “There’s a man dead behind the warehouse.”
Maddox’s raised a brow. “Anton?”
“I wish, but nope. One of his lackeys. Thought I was here to sample the merchandise.” Ronin felt the bile trying to come up again at the word.
“Decided to go all ‘save the world’ on us?” Zander’s voice came up on comms. “By the way, Nix beat you to it.”
“What do you mean by that? I told you guys to wait for me.” He met Maddox's eyes.
Maddox shrugged. “He saw an opportunity and he took it.”
“How long has he been gone?” Ronin hissed.
“Five minutes, maybe,” Zander said. “I’m sure he’s fine.”
Ronin sighed. He shouldn't be surprised, but what surprised him was that all of them hadn't gone in.
"Nix, Nix, come in," Ronin said, and waited for his friend to check in on the comms.
He was about to suggest that they needed to go in after him when he saw a shadow coming from the darkness. He narrowed his eyes and unholstered the gun until he realized it was Phoenix, and he was carrying a woman in his arms.
“Did anyone else see you?” Ronin asked as he met up with Nix.
He shook his head. “I was careful.”
“Good,” Ronin said.
