“If I knew it wouldn’t change how you look at me, I’d kill the fucker. Instead, I want to dump McCreuger's ass at the police station, but I need this to be visible on his body,” he grumbles.
I hate to admit it, but I don’t know that it would change how I look at the alphas who have told me over and over that I’m theirs. Theirs to protect and adore. I don’t want them to kill for me though. I’d spend the rest of my life, waiting for someone to take them from me.
“Would this work to pin it to his shirt?” Addie asks, taking a large safety pin from her jeans. As she holds it up, I see that it was holding one of the patches in place. “I had a wardrobe malfunction on the way here.”
“That’ll work,” Miles says, rolling his body up to stand and take it from her.
My head drops back on Santo’s shoulder with a small sigh, feeling as if I’ve aged years in the short period it took to write out my story.
“Marilyn has the path to the nearest exit cleared out,” Levon says, standing. Instead of wearing his suit, he’s in the same clothes he left the house with his slides. “Let’s haul McCreuger out the back door.”
Miles pins the confession to McCreuger's shirt, wrinkling his nose.
“Why does he have to weigh so much,” he groans.
“Your back,” I remind him. “There’s no way that you can drag him out.”
“I mean, it would serve McCreuger right to get dragged along the ground,” Addie grunts.
“Go get the car, Miles,” Santo says. “Addie, can we drop you at your car?”
“Yes,” she nods. “I don’t really want to walk alone right now.”
“Yeah, there’s no way we’d let that happen,” Miles says, already jogging down the hallway.
I get up off the floor, letting Addie take my hand as we watch Levon and Santo pick McCreuger up by his arms and legs. Levon also puts the alpha’s tooth in his pocket so we’ll leave less evidence behind.
Moving together like slightly drunk people, we make it down the hall and through the main staff area. Santo has McCreuger's arms and hits the alpha’s head on purpose as we pass a table leg. He also suffers from a few more mysterious injuries as we pass through the exit door.
Addie and I pretend not to notice, and she begins to talk to me to help my nerves.
“I think we need a massage after all this,” she says, watching as Miles pulls up and pops the trunk of the SUV.
“You do,” Santo says. “I’ll book one for the two of you. It’ll have to be when someone won’t call in a domestic violence case against us though.”
“You’d never touch her,” Addie says, appalled.
“No, but the massage people wouldn’t know that,” Miles says, watching as Santo and Levon toss McCreuger into the back.
“Someone on the team has a sister who works at a spa,” Levon grunts. “I’ll schedule there for this week and loop her into some of the details so you’re not pressed for information.”
“They’re handy,” Addie says, keeping things light as I get into the car with her.
“Go to the house,” Miles says. “I’m just going to roll him out at the entrance.”
“You need another pair of hands to do that,” Levon says, rolling his eyes.
“I’ll take the car,” Santo says, holding his hand out for the keys.
Levon gives them to him before climbing in with McCreuger, and then we’re set as Miles closes the door behind him.
“This is surreal,” Addie says under her breath as Miles gets into the car. I watch as Santo takes off toward Levon’s vehicle, and I have to agree with her.
“Where are you parked, Addie?” he asks.
She gives him directions to her car, and Levon perks up from the back seat as we arrive.
“You’re all set for your appointment,” Levon says. “I texted her. I’ll have Caelia send you the time.”
