He cleared his throat, finally breaking the silence. “I have full intentions of going to jail tonight, and I’m fine with it. I’ve accepted it.”
“It won’t come to that,” I said. “We have evidence they won’t want out. They’ll take their beating like the bitches they are.”
“We’re in this together, brother,” Lennon said, before turning on the music, a smile on his face. The delta was more than willing to prove to Lana that she was ours, and we always protected our own.
When the sign finally came into view for North Crossing a few hours later, I was practically on the edge of my seat. Conrad gave directions, leading us deeper into the city.
Instead of avoiding the arena, he led us right to it. He eyed the parking lot as we drove past, then gestured for Lennon to keep driving.
“They’re not here. I’m guessing they’re at home, sleeping off the fallout from this.”
“They were messaging from midnight well into the early hours of the day,” I confirmed. “The timestamps on those were almost constant. Fucking idiots.”
He flexed his hands one by one as if warming them up.
“So what’s the etiquette here?” I asked, partially trying to lighten the mood, but truly, I’d never been in a fight before.
“We’ll even it out. I’ll take the alpha,” Conrad said.
“I’m an equal opportunity kind of delta; I don’t really give a fuck as long as someone gets hurt,” Lennon said.
“I’m the most inexperienced, I’ll take the beta. Maybe that will even it out or something,” I said.
“Works for me,” Conrad said, cracking his neck.
The small neighborhoods gave way to giant ones, the houses getting bigger by the second.
“Damn, they flaunted their money,” I said, gaping at the house coming into view. I swear the further we drove, the more wings or stories were added onto the houses, almost like it was a competition.
“You haven’t even seen anything yet,” Conrad said, shaking his head. “Milo comes from money.”
“Yet he couldn’t buy any fucking decency,” I said with disgust. They always said money couldn’t buy class. It fit that asshole perfectly.
“End of the street,” Conrad finally said after another two blocks.
I leaned down a bit lower so I could see further up ahead as the house came into view. He was not kidding about that asshole coming from money.
The house was insane, big enough to house our entire hockey team and full packs for each. It had a wrought iron fence, perfect landscaping, and was bigger than four people could ever need.
“You’re telling me that she spent months in this fucking monstrosity alone, waiting on them to find time to spend with her?” I asked carefully, my heart already sinking for my omega.
“No wonder she had so much to work through. These assholes will be lucky if there’s anything left of them when we’re finished.” Lennon was out for blood now.
“It took the paramedics ten minutes to find her,” Conrad said, his voice thick.
He pulled open his glovebox and pulled out printed photos of Lana laying in the hospital bed. At least ten copies.
“I was prepared for this day to come,” he said in answer to our unspoken questions.
That damn photo still haunted me. It showed my omega nearly in pieces; she was so broken.
Conrad climbed out, pausing before closing it and looking back at us.
“Promise me that you won’t let me take this too far. I don’t want any regrets.”
“We’ve got your back, brother,” Lennon said as he climbed out too.
I followed them quickly, refusing to be left behind. Anticipation was surging through my veins, adrenaline already pounding at me.
