“Well, unless Logan brought a gun, it’ll only be one directional.”
“You’re actually following that law?”
“Today we are. None of us are going back to prison for illegal possession of arms.” Damien handed me my own night-vision goggles.
That was fair enough.
“What’s the plan to flush them out?” Inferno asked.
“Burn it down,” I said flatly.
“Wait. Seriously?” Luther confirmed.
“No one is getting shot tonight. It’s the fastest way to get them out.”
Damien nodded. “Inferno, you’re in charge of the Molotov.”
“On it.”
The five of us stalked through the dark. My rage simmered the closer we got. They all flanked the building while I went up to the door, lowering my goggles around my neck.
My knock was met with a stream of muffled cursing. “It’s me.”
The door swung open, revealing my shitty-ass family. “Jesus Christ. You trying to give us a heart attack?” Dan demanded.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
My mother swerved around Rick. “How else were we supposed to bring you to your senses? You can’t just cut us off.”
“Oh, you brought me to my senses, all right. Every card we’ve given you is frozen. Every dollar meant to head to your accounts, gone.”
“You selfish, ungrateful fuck.” Dan reached for me, but paused as glass shattered, a rock tumbling across the floor, immediately followed by a Molotov that erupted in flames. He shoved me to the side and bolted for their vehicle, only for Luther to bodyslam him.
Rick used my mother for leverage to leap out the door, chucking her behind him, where she cracked her head on the table and collapsed to the floor.
Fuck.
I crawled into the flaming building and dragged her outside with me. In the flickering light, I could see Dan and Rick face down on the ground, each restrained by two alphas.
Hunter’s voice crackled over the walkie-talkie. “Is that a fucking fire? I’m calling the fire department.”
No one said anything over the radio to stop him. I yanked up my walkie-talkie. “Ambulance too for my mother. Age fifty-four, omega female, head injury.”
We dragged everyone farther from the building. My mother was unconscious but still breathing, so I rolled her into the recovery position.
“You okay to handle this?” Damien asked.
I glanced over to see they’d viciously hogtied my fathers. “Yeah, thanks. I owe you one.”
Damien and his crew vanished into the night, taking off down the road, their taillights vanishing over the hill.
“Do I stay here and direct them or come to you?” Hunter asked over the walkie-talkie.
“Bring the car in here, turn it around, and keep the headlights on, facing out,” I instructed. “Don’t mention Damien and the others to anyone.”
Time moved in a warped blur. It felt like I blinked, and suddenly, I was surrounded by flashing lights and sirens.
Hunter navigated the cops, explaining that my parents had kidnapped our pregnant omega, forcing her to give birth in a basement. They quickly confirmed their identities, transferring my fathers to the back of squad cars while paramedics checked over my mother.
