“It’s a secret,” she whispers. “He’s gorgeous, right? Omegas have to stick together. If I get pregnant, he’ll owe me child support forever. Maybe he’ll even leave his wife. If he doesn’t, I can extort money from him. I deserve a lush life.”
Troy keens as if in pain as he gags behind the duct tape that’s also across his mouth. Fuck, that’s going to hurt coming off.
I’m having a hard time focusing on everything as I attempt to stay in the present. This didn’t happen to me, but it’s bringing my ghosts to the forefront of my mind.
“Nine-one-one, how can I help you?”the dispatcher says.
“I need to report a crime,” I say, tears thick in my voice. “I’m at the Princher Hotel, and found a trespasser in the room. I have every reason to believe that she hurt him.”
“Okay…”
Sighing, I put the speakerphone up and raise it in my father’s direction. Why can’t people do things the easy way?
“I believe my daughter told you exactly what’s going on. I’m the coach for the New Orleans Dragons’ hockey team. We need an officer herenow.Please understand that we do not want media attention,” he says.
Turning off the speaker, I zap the stun gun in the girl’s direction as she thinks about pushing her way around me. Seeking my own resolve, I stand up from the ground.
“Are you coming?” I ask the dispatcher on the phone.
“Yes, ma’am. My apologies. I have someone coming now.”
“No lights, no sirens?—”
“Of course,” the dispatcher says. “What room are you in?”
“Dad?” I ask, already having forgotten.
I keep my eyes trained away from Troy’s body, but know that his boxers are pulled down his thighs. Dad fixes that and pulls off the tape from Troy’s mouth.
“Eight hundred and sixty,” Troy croaks out.
I repeat it to the dispatcher, and she says they may call me when they get there. Forcing myself to take a breath, I nod and hang up.
“How did you get in here?” I ask the girl standing in front of me.
“I have a friend who works here,” she says, tossing her hair. I really think she believes she didn’t do anything wrong. “I wanted to shoot my shot with a hockey player, but he didn’t want to play. He was sleeping already, so I made sure he’d cooperate.”
She opens her bag for me to see, and I gape at the roll of duct tape inside it. This was planned.
“I was tired,” Troy says. “I let one of the assistant coaches know I was grabbing a ride share home, and went alone. It should have been safe.”
“You’re right,” Dad growls. “I’m so sorry this happened.”
Troy sits up once he’s free, glaring at the girl.
“I don’t even know her name,” Troy accuses. “I was asleep!”
My body flinches as if I’ve been hit as he yells, because I know what it’s like to have my consent taken from me. Pulling the tie from my hair, I allow it to hide my face as I keep the girl from running.
“Don’t move,” I say. “I will gladly use this on you, and everyone will look away.”
The girl screams in frustration and rushes me, while I shove the stun gun into her side without remorse, chest heaving as tears silently drip off my face. The girl drops like a sack of potatoes, and Troy’s jaw drops as his legs drop to the ground.
“Damn,” he mutters. “Good for you. Thank you.”
Peeking at him from behind my hair, I nod. Dad walks over and pulls a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt for Troy, tossing them in his direction.
“The cops are on the way,” he says. “You up for this?”
