“Well, how fast can this sports car of yours go?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
HAVOC
Imade a call I never thought I’d have to make when I left the mafia world behind. Yet, here I am, dialing a number I hoped never to have to use.
But for Noa, I’d sacrifice my freedom from the mafia, even from the government if it meant she’d be safe.
My old Boss’s number is one I’d never forget. He has one phone; he’d never change the number, either. One phone for his inner circle of four. His Pack mate, his omega, his enforcer, and me.
The second the address came in from an unknown number, Thorne and I had a direction to speed off into. I type the address of the Fallon Pack into his GPS.
“Seven hours,” Thorne spits, seeing the GSP’s estimated time. That means Noa will be there in six hours.
“Step on the damn gas, Thorne, and as long as we don’t get caught, we can shave two hours.”
“Two fucking hours, Havoc?” The ringing of my phone cuts his outburst short.
“Silas?” I answer.
“Where the hell are you?” His voice is sharp and panicked as he answers the phone. He must be home, noticing that we had already left or knowing better than to think that we’d wait around for help.
“We found her,” I say. My gut turns with worry as I stare at the time blaring at me from Thorne’s radio.
“Where?” I sigh before answering him and glance at Thorne, who slowed down his speed—probably knowing where this conversation is going.
“Ohio-”
“You come get me right now.”
“We don’t have time–”
“Make time. We are a Pack, and we’ll save our omega together. Now get your asses here.” His voice is stern, and I know he’s one second away from commanding us. His lead position came to his advantage.
“We don’t have time to waste.”
“It’s not a waste to ensure you have all resources with you and ready.” He says. “I’m at the police station, pass it anyway.”
“We’re barely stopping the car,” Thorne mutters, andSilas somehow hears him because he chuckles. “I wouldn’t want you to. We have an omega to save.”
His stop addedtwo minutes to our travel time, and I really hoped those two minutes would be helpful. It made us even—three of them, three of us.
The scenic drive from Tennessee to Ohio could have been beautiful. It could have been a journey we took with our omega, in a dream world, where she showed us where she came from, was something to be cherished and appreciated.
But it wasn’t. Not for her, not for me, not for Thorne. We were the unlucky few who didn’t have families who loved and protected us.
The ride was long, and I had half an urge to run my ass to Ohio. Knowing she’s trapped in a car at least two hours ahead of us is killing me inside. Not to mention the adrenaline has worn off a bit, and the pain in my side is reaching levels I haven’t experienced in a long time. Bullet wounds are typically sharp and quick, but my entire left side is inflamed. I know I should have gotten checked up by those medics, but I know in my gut we don’t have time.
I need her to be okay. I need her to be safe. I haven’ttold the guys; I need their minds to be clear, but her scent changed this morning. I should have forced her to stay home, her heat on the horizon, but she was so happy this morning, how could I tell her no? Plus, I was there.
I was right there and lost her.
My side aches as I think of what they could be doing to her. My alpha rages inside, completely ignoring the fact I was hit by a car seven hours ago. The pain in my body from the impact doesn’t compare to the pain of seeing the Fallons beat us here. But at least I can feel her heat, her pain, in my bond, and my alpha wants to rip this car door open and rush in there, but I don’t know if they are ready, guns blazing on the other side.
It’s time to get our omega back.
I take the lead, being the most experienced and the largest, while Thorne and Silas lag behind. I peek at them, stepping into a world they know nothing about. One where only the most capable survive, and I hope they are ready.
