But I’ll be the one to get all of us out.
“Everyone shut up so I can hear,” I mutter under my breath.
The car falls silent as I roll the window down further, straining my ears to try and gauge how far everything is.
Far enough.
I pull onto the main road, flicking my headlights on as I make my way into town.
The cold wind whips at my face as I get the car up to speed. Mirabelle curls further into Rage’s chest at the chill and I instantly roll the window up.
We’re far enough away. I don’t think a cop would pull us over and question us. Not if there isn’t another obvious reason for them to stop us.
Red and blue lights flash from over the next hill. My knuckles go white on the steering wheel.
All of us hold our breath until the car passes us, its sirens fading into the night.
“Guess they’re headed to the fight,” Griffin says.
“Why—why can’t we ask them for help?” Mirabelle asks softly. “They’d help us, right?”
“No cops,” I snarl.
“Oh, sorry, I?—“
“No apologies either, Shortcake.”
She purses her lips, picking at her cuticles in that way she does when she’s nervous.
God dammit. I need to work on my tone.
She’s an omega. She deserves kindness. Softness. Warmth.
Not whatever the hell I am.
“I haven’t been out in a really fucking long time, but the last time I checked, omegas get taken away and sold to the Northside to the highest bidder.”
She stiffens in Rage’s lap and his muscles automatically grow stiff in response.
“They’ll—they’ll take me away from you?”
“We’re not exactly the kinds of alphas—kinds of guys you’d find in a pack with an omega,” Griffin sighs.
I glance at him in the rear-view mirror. It’s obvious the guy has a soft spot for the beta kid. It boggles my mind. I obviously don’t feel the same way about him.
But over the time that I’ve known the new guy, I’ve built up a grudging sort of respect for him. He’s strong. Even though the chip on his shoulder isn’t as big as mine, it’s definitely still there.
“You were taken a lot more recently than us two,” I say to Griffin, nodding towards Rage. “Will it be weird for us to be bringing Mirabelle around?”
Griffin takes a second to think.
“Not necessarily, I don’t think so. There’re a decent number of places where the ring girls and stuff of the fight rings I used to go to were omegas.”
“They weren’t registered with the Northside or anything?” Rowan asks, his voice tight.
“No, none of them were,” Griffin answers.
“Well then, we’ll just have to stick close to those places,” I say. The last thing I want to do is go someplace Mirabelle can’t go.
