“What is going on?” I demand as the two men stare at one another in shocked horror.
“If you don’t want to see your daddy bend that crazy bastard over and fuck him like a wild animal, I’d say we should go,” Tatum says.
I gape at him, so fucking confused.
“Scent match, babe. Your dad just met his new omega.”
“Oh fuck.” My eyes widen, snapping over to my dad who looks like he’s having an existential crisis right now.
“Yeah. We should give them some space,” Alaric says.
“Well shit.” I let them pull me out of the room. “I was not expecting that.”
I’m in no way in the right mindset to even think about my dad being mated to some crazy omega. But I sure as hell plan on sitting down and talking to him about it after all of this.
“What do we do now?” I ask the guys as we head down to the car.
“We find the fucker behind all of this,” Jamie says.
“How?”
“Leave that to us,” Alaric says. “We have this covered okay?” He grips my shoulders, giving them a squeeze. “You don’t have to do this alone, Beckham.”
I stare at him, my eyes stinging with tears as I fight not to let them fall.
“You’re not alone anymore,” he murmurs, pulling me forward to kiss my forehead. “We got you.”
They have me. I’m going to be okay. For the first time in my life, I truly believe I’m going to be okay.
CHAPTER 17
TATUM
Poor Beckham is still trying to process his father’s scent match. All I know is that I wouldn’t want to watch my dad dick someone down either, so I’m glad we got the hell out of that meeting when we did.
The last couple of days, Jamie, Alaric, and I have been scarce, trying to piece together what’s really happening with the drug situation. We all told our omega that this isn’t his fault, and it’s not, however it does need to be dealt with.
Beckham’s still very distraught over the students that are dying, and the families are feeling the heat for the drug dealing. That can’t stand, and our dads have told us to handle it.
A part of me says that Ralph has something to do with it due to his outbursts at the meeting. Beckham’s old man is clearly putting too much trust in the alpha, and the truth needs to be revealed about this piece of shit, whatever that might be. It’s dangerous to have someone at your side that has secrets, and Beckham’s scent always changes when he sees him.
This alone is reason to run down some leads. I’ve taken to the computer to check security cameras around the city to seewhere Ralph’s been spending his time, and I’ve also been looking into Cross Pharmaceuticals. The drugs are clearly coming from Jamie’s dad’s company. I know because I lifted some off a student last night at a party.
He didn’t even say thank you, the ass. There’s a high probability that he would have OD’d without my intervention. Since I can’t help everyone, I left a few Narcan single use nasal sprays with the host of the party, telling him to watch the students partying at his house.
Who knows? Maybe I’ll inadvertently help someone else.
I’m not against the selling of illegal drugs. People need their fix, and we’re willing to supply it. My issue is someone fucking with our drugs.
“Arlo says that there’s a new buyer,” Jamie says, leaning against a brick wall. I’m hunched over my computer running through our records, looking to see how much their person has been buying. “The problem is that he never gives a name.”
“He’s also buying a lot of the good shit,” I observe. “Tell Arlo to cut him off, Jamie. No one else on our list of distributors would be this fucking stupid. Dead college kids mean cops sniffing around. Wait, there’s a delivery scheduled for tonight…”
“Let’s make sure we’re there,” Alaric growls out. “Beckham’s cries are all I think about. I refuse to let him continue to put this on himself. It’s not his fault, but he’ll continue to worry about this until it’s handled. Ralph has been very chatty around town. Do you think he’s trying to make trouble or maybe trying to wrestle Eddy Kennedy’s empire from him?”
“He could say that Eddy is getting too old,” I muse. “However, even our dads don’t want to tangle with him. Eddy is ruthless, and his word means something when he speaks. If Ralph is attempting to say that Eddy missed this under his own leadership, he will rightfully rip his fucking head off. This is a dangerous game, and it’s time to end it.”
“Yes,” Jamie agrees. “Should I let Arlo know to expect us?”
