“You’re here for her,” I mutter. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I’m confused now,” one of the alphas says. He has dark hair that’s pulled back, and is flexing his hand with a pained expression.
“Be confused outside,” Emmett grunts. “I’ll break your fingers if you come back in here without Silva’s express permission. Even then, I might worry if she gives it.”
He meets my gaze, and I sigh at the worry swimming within it. I’m missing very important information and I don’t fucking like it.
“I got it from here,” I promise. “Thanks for watching out for her.”
“Always will,” he grunts, going back inside.
“What…the…fuck?” I growl at the ragtag men in front of me.
“Silva is important to our case,” Isidro explains. “Her and her sister. We need?—”
“You didn’t think to explain this to me before?” I ask.
“You made it very clear that Silva belongs to herself,” he shrugs, almost smugly as his lips twitch.
Fuck, I’ve never wanted to be an alpha before. A bond bite is like mounting a giant ‘fuck off’ over an omega’s head. The reality is, Silva probably wouldn’t have let me within an inch of her life if I was.
I need to get it together. I’m supposed to be the voice of fucking reason.
“I’m not going to punch you in the face,” I say, taking a deep breath. It’s almost a promise I’m making to myself, one I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep.
“Are you sure?” Isidro chuckles.
“Izzy, stop,” the red headed alpha next to him barks. “Stop baiting the law, please. If we end up in jail, we won’t be able to see Silva tomorrow.”
“Back up and explain. What’s wrong with him, and what’s happening tomorrow?” I ask, pointing to the dark haired alpha.
The three of them are gorgeous and look deadly as they glare at each other. I have no idea how they managed to not get more attention in town.
As one, they take a deep breath and turn to me. Masks of indifference and overall innocence slide over their features and my eyes widen. Damn. Well, that’s how they were able to slide into town without setting off too many warning bells in people’s minds. They’re all sociopaths.
The older men who play chess in the park had great things to say about the redhead. I know because they’re a pipeline for town gossip and I made sure to stop by to chat with them.
“That’s just creepy,” I sigh.
Isidro shrugs as if this is normal for them, and the dark haired alpha turns his head to show off the burn mark on his neck.
“Shouldn’t you be more concerned about how I was manhandled?” he asks.
“Ah, so you met Silva’s cattle prod. The club is her territory. She does just fine defending it too. If you fuck up in there, she’ll take care of it. However, that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to know why you pissed her off enough to get the business end of her stick,” I reply.
The redhead smothers a chuckle, shaking his head.
“Seriously? She has a name for her stick,” he says. At my raised brow, he begins to laugh harder. “Who names their weapon Charlie anyway?”
Ah, I’ll have to ask her about that later. My dick twitches at how fucking sexy my omega is before I focus back on the guys.
“Silva does,” I shrug. “She’s pretty level headed, so she would need a damn good reason to attack a patron in her club. What the fuck did you do?”
“I’ve been looking for Silva and her sister to speak to them about a case they’re involved in. My name is Harlan, and my unit and I are working on a cold case involving sex trafficking. I’m sure you don’t want to get in our way, right?” Harlan asks.
“Wrong,” I grunt. “Her participation in anything requires her consent. Judging from the burn mark on your neck, she refused to give it.”
“She kicked us out and said she’d speak to us tomorrow,” Isidro says. “To be fair, I didn’t realize Harlan was going to scare her.”
