My brows furrow. “How do you know my father is dead?
“It’s my job to know things,” he growls. “I know all about you, Nova Brooks. The only thing I don’t understand is, why are you in Georgia?” His brows furrow.
“Who are you?” I growl, trying not to freak the fuck out.Why would he know anything about me? Who is he? What does he want with me?
“Like I said, I’m a police officer.” He turns back around and starts the car.
That's when I realize I’m in the back of a cop car.Huh. I guess he was telling the truth and the car he’s driving is unmarked.
“False advertising,” I mutter, slumping in the seat as I glare at the back of the asshole's head.
“You better be worth all this trouble,” he grumbles, more to himself.
Trouble for what? What does this fucker want with me!?
I try to hold in my panic, not letting him see just how shaken I am.
As we drive down the road, further and further away from the truck, I start to freak out that maybe he’s some kind of crazy killer who presents himself as a cop, but really he’s bringing me to the middle of nowhere to chop me up into a billion little pieces where no one can find my body.
But when we pull up to a police station, I relax. Only a little bit because again, why the fuck am I being brought here?
“Is this even legal?” I ask as the big Beta asshole pulls me out of the car.
“Stop talking,” he grunts, roughly guiding me towards the building.
“I hope you know you’re replacing everything I lost!” I huff. He says nothing.
Worry sets in again when I see that we’re heading towards the back of the building, not the main entrance, as if he’s trying to sneak me in or something.
I want to go home, back to my bed and cuddle with my cat and opossum. And a bath. A nice long, hot bath.
There’s too much excitement in my life these days that it could last me a lifetime.
The man pulls open a side door and shoves me inside. “You’re being highly unprofessional!” I shout. “Help! Someone help me!”
“Shut up!” he hisses, trying to put his hand over my mouth. I bite down on the meaty flesh, making him curse.
“Bitch!” he growls.
“Asshole!” I shout back. “Get your hands off me!” I growl, trying to claw at the big gorilla of a man’s face. He sighs heavily, holding me at arms length.
“What the hell is going on?” a voice asks as I’m shoved into a room. I swing my furious glare over to a man sitting at a tiny table. At least he’s way better to look at than the fucker who has the balls to be manhandling me like this. Just fucking wait until my Alphas find out about this.
“And what the hell is all over you?” the new man asks the asshole man gripping my arm.
“This crazy woman popped a confetti popper in my face before spraying me with silly string,” he grunts, shoving me into the chair across from the frustratingly attractive man at the table.
I quickly take in his tanned skin, brown hair and matching brown eyes before dropping to the tattoos that litter his arms.
When my eyes meet his, he gives me a little smirk, and my brows furrow into a scowl before I look back to the asshat. “I should have stabbed you with the fairy princess wand,” I growl. “Right in the fucking eye.”
“You do realize you're threatening an officer?” he snarls, getting down in my face. “Now, behave before I arrest you.”
I grind my teeth together in frustration but don’t say anything. The last thing I need is to get myself locked up for the night and have my Alphas come bail me out.
“I got it from here,” the man across from me says. “Thank you.”
“You owe me,” he growls. “Big time.”
