I stare at him blankly while his suggestion sinks in.
I knew the stuff that used to go on here was bad, but I didn’t think it was that kind of bad.
“Ever since the Frank Palmer incident,” the guard starts, clearly noting my shock. “There’s no such thing as too careful.”
Shit. Right.I forgot about that.
“Of course,” I murmur. “We don’t have any weapons.”
“Weapons include guns, knives, incendiary devices …” he goes on.
“We don’t have any weapons,” Falcon barks at him, before he pushes the door open and stalks into the building’s side entrance foyer.
I follow him inside, not looking back.
If there was any doubt over which of us is the pack’s lead Alpha, Falcon just killed it.
Not that many people would mistake me for holding that position.
I might be an Alpha, but I know I’m not half as intimidating or authoritative as Johnny.
He’s always been bigger and stronger, and he doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him.
I catch up to him halfway across the massive foyer.
There are a few guys ahead of us, being questioned by two guards standing outside the double doors that lead into the ballroom. As we slow to a stop a few feet behind them, I glance around, and I can’t help but think Falcon was right. This place is like a fortress.
There are barricaded exits with guards to either side of the ballroom.
One leads to a staircase, the other to a dark hallway.
I’m careful not to let my gaze linger for too long in any specific spot.
I don’t want the guards to think I’m overly interested in the areas that are off limits.
By the time Falcon and I are moving forward to be seen by the weapon checking guards on the ballroom door, I’m pretty sure my mate isn’t going to get a chance to wander around anywhere he’s not supposed to be, and judging by the scowl on his face, I think he’s already come to the same conclusion.
The guard on the doors looks us over with a derisive sneer, narrowing his eyes at Johnny.
“We’re not carrying any weapons,” Falcon snaps, before the guard can say a word.
It’s an angry growl that sways close to his Alpha command voice, and the second guard jerks back instantly. The first guard doesn’t falter one little bit.
Probably a Delta. Not all Betas are equal. This one has a hint of Alpha energy.
“Then you won’t mind taking your jackets off and handing them over,” he states, holding a hand out, and waiting.
Geez. This guy doesn’t blink.
I take off my jacket and hand it over, while Falcon stares back at the guard as if he’s ready to pick a fight and he’s just waiting for the go signal.
The guard passes my jacket to his friend, who goes through the pockets.
They’re empty so the check he does is over quickly.
Meanwhile, Falcon is making me nervous.
I sigh softly when he takes his jacket off.
