The world goes black again.
eight
Kole
My fingers want to rip someone’s spine out.
The only thing keeping me from leaping across the room and taking my rage out on Carson—or as Jo calls him, Beta McGrabbyhands— is the fact that I know Declan Gallagher is an honorable alpha. Well, honorable as far as Mafia men go,andhe’ll do anything to get his sister back.
After he chewed our asses out two days ago on speaker phone in Fuzzy’s kitchen, he told us about the plan that he’s been working on since Jo was first arrested, and how we can help it come to fruition. We filled him in on what Jo and Hayden uncovered abouttheir alignment with Senator Kinsley, and their plan to eradicate all designations. It seems we have an ally with Declan, and not just because of Jo.
I’m glad that she has a brother as protective as him, after all she’s been through.
Going through.
Not having myLisichkanear me is a fate worse than anything I could have imagined. Tasting her sweet scent on my tongue, knowing she was mine and then having her taken from me before I could do anything about it?
West had to pull out all his psychological bullshit to hold me back.
Even now, sitting in my chair during Circle Time while Meadow encourages everyone to talk about their feelings, I’m reminded of her.
The first time I saw her, sitting in my chair and looking up at me with those big green eyes. She called me “Sugar”, and now I’m her Sugar Bear. I cannot say I would tolerate anyone else calling me such a frivolous name, but for Jo?
She can call me anything her heart desires.
“Kole?” Meadow, the hippie beta who runs these meetings, asks as if she has called my name multiple times, and maybe she has.
I grunt in response.
“Would you like to share a little bit? Your aura is very…red today.”
“No.”
There’s an irritating giggle from a few chairs down, and I look over to see Paige fucking Lawson with a hand over her mouth. It’s the first time I’ve seen her since the fights three days ago, and her bruises seem to be fading slightly. Too soon, in my opinion.
“You missed a spot with your makeup this morning,” I drawl, pointing to my cheek.
She bares her teeth. “I’m not wearing make-up.”
“Oh?” I arch a brow, feigning nonchalance. “So the purple look is all natural then?”
Her face screws up in rage. “You should know! It was your bitch—”
A growl rips out of my throat as I shoot to my feet, and Meadow clears her throat as Paige’s face goes pale.
“Now, now, friends. Let’s take a deep breath.” She takes an exaggerated breath in through her nose and out through her mouth. “Paige.” She looks at the beta. “If you want to share your feelings, you need to be holding the talking stick. Would you like it?”
She swallows, averting her gaze as she seemingly remembers that it’smeshe’s running her mouth at, and shakes her head.
“Kole?” Meadow asks, trying to hand me the stick.
“Fuck no.”
Before she can push me further, the doors to the room burst open, and two orderlies stalk inside. I raise a brow, wondering what was done to elicit such a response.
Imagine my surprise when they come straight for me.
“Vasiliev,” one of the orderlies, Tate, I believe, barks at me. “You’re coming with us.”
