I was mere seconds away from choking the life out of my father.
The instant her arms closed around me, the rage faded—I only saw my omega. I despised that our fathers showed up at the legacy house without warning, yet this ordeal pulled our pack tighter.
Rather than waking Sawyer, I stay on watch for a few more hours before finally handing over the shift.
Hours later, a heavy hand shoves my arm.
“That’s him,” Sawyer says holding his phone in my face.
I rub the sleep from my eyes, blinking twice as I focus on the photo Jamie sent yesterday. A man, hands shoved deep into his pockets, steps out of the building. His description matches the image perfectly. He slips into a Lamborghini.
“Shit, how the hell are we supposed to keep up if he catches on?” I mutter, shifting the SUV into reverse.
“Don’t get made,” Sawyer chuckles.
“Fuck you,” I snap, keeping a safe distance behind him.
“Gotta hand it to you, bro, you showed up for our omega today.”
“I won’t let anyone disrespect her. I’d kill for her,” I growl.
Sawyer bursts out laughing. “Does she know you kidnapped Lionel?”
I shoot him a sharp look. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“That asshole’s locked up in one of our underground holding cells,” Sawyer replies.
I steal a quick glance at him before returning my gaze to the road. “What were you doing down there?”
“Some other piece of shit who disrespected her is down there,” Sawyer says.
I shake my head. “You’re a fucking psychopath. Just because someone calls her out of her name isn’t grounds to kill.”
“Says the guy who almost snapped his father’s windpipe.”
“That’s different. He interfered with our pack. If he crosses the line again it’s lights out for dear old dad.”
“I’m with you,” Sawyer says. “When you take Lionel down, I want front row. Almost killed that bitch on Lexington campus myself.”
“I saw,” I laugh softly. “I pulled up to her dorm for my biweekly Harper fix when I spotted you coming out with him. I jumped out of my truck to check if you needed help, but you had it handled.
I overheard you say he tried to rape her. So yeah, that bastard has to pay for that shit. With his life.”
Sawyer’s heavy hand smacks the dashboard. “Fuck yeah.”
The triple black Lamborghini veers off toward the marina.
“If he’s heading to a party, I’m going to be pissed. I’m not in the mood to act interested in thirsty girls tonight,” I mutter.
“Same here,” Sawyer nods.
Killing the lights, I park a couple of rows down. Our target hops out the car, checking his surroundings. His eyes move in our direction.
“Shit,” I whisper as Sawyer and I duck down.
I peek out the windshield and notice he’s casually walking down the dock.
“Sawyer, we need to move.”
