He stops talking, but the idiot makes these noises and pulls these faces which scream disrespect. I shake my head before turning around, back to my pack, done with this.
“Okay, clearly you four have something planned. I want you home and looking like that without a mark on you.” I flick my hand at their suits. “Noah, you get one bruise on your hands and I’ll make you attend that conference next week as a special guest speaker!”
“Woman, you are so evil!” He smiles at me before pointing at a bag that’s already in the back of our buggy. Clearly, he’s already thought about protecting his assets—it would have been Gabe nit picking him in his ear for sure. I never thought Gabe would be so into being a part of A Ra Wn, but he absolutely loves it, and is actually damn good at it.
I stand next to him, talking to all of them, completely ignoring that Fez is with us. “I’m walking home, having a shower, and making a couple of calls. Do your worst, but you have to be home by lunch. Okay?”
It’s like Fez still has no fucking clue; he’s got this cuntish look on his face and keeps smiling smugly at me. He can’t see past all the chemicals in his head to realise when he’s in danger. He’s kind of back to looking like he’s won some bullshit game with me leaving as the prize, an ugly triumphant smirk on his face. Maybe he thinks he’ll be able to sweet talk his way out of whatever it is my pack is going to do.
I don’t need Fez’s blood on my hands. I need him out of my life.
My pack is not big on secrets. The email Gabe spoke about sending to Fez isn’t the first I’ve heard about it. I’m pretty sure it was my suggestion after I spoke to Tilley.
Fez had beaten the living shit out of Gus, piled Spencer up with enough pills and blow, his heart had to be restarted before he stood around and took photos of the carnage. Adding to the insult Fez then wanted to sell photos of what he did online.
It wasn’t luck Fez reached out to me first, it was luck I took the call. Of course I offered to wire the money for the photos, but I also called the cops on him. And then my pack strategised. Except the cheeky shits clearly forgot to tell me to expect a visitor, or maybe Fez was always meant to be a surprise.
I skip over to Lincoln first, skidding to a stop, when Valak’s barking in Fez’s face.
“You do not put your fucking eyes on her!”
“Valak, there’s no way he would have done that!” Gabe answers, his speech slow and thick with fake surprise. This brotherly banter isn’t going to be nice. And once Lincoln and Noah get involved, it’s only going to keep winding up to a wicked climatic ending for Fez.
Kissing each of my pack quickly, I walk away, leaving the arguments already starting up in earnest between Gabe and Val behind me. I don’t say another thing to Fez, despite him calling my name.
My alphas take offence again. I hear Noah telling him to never even think my name again.
Before I’m at the first mile mark, our little dune buggy is idling next to me. Lincoln’s driving and he pulls up close enough to grab my ass before they’re off again. Gabe’s standing up, holding on to the roll bar, wolf whistling and yelling something about wanting me to flash my tits at him, but I focus on Fez. And this time I’m the one wearing the triumphant smirk and being a bitch as I give a little patronising wave at him too.
Fez must have put up a bit of a struggle or opened his mouth again because since I last saw him, he’s now got his own t-shirt tied around his mouth and stripped down to his socks and jocks. I hope I never see the piece of shit again.
44
LENNON
With my pack off dealing with Fez, it’s the first time I’ve been alone since returning home. Grabbing my phone off the kitchen counter and a bottle of water, I hit redial, seeing that Bailey called.
“Hey, sorry, I was out running early this morning.”
“Hang on, is this Lennon Vale? Because the Lennon I know does not get out of bed before lunch time!” Bailey answers, cackling like a witch at her own joke. She’s such an idiot sometimes. Although, me getting up early is pretty funny too.
“I know, right? Don’t ask. Although, I do get the added incentive of sexual favours from Valak, so… yeah, no hardship,” I say, taking a sip of my water.
Bailey snorts. For such a beautiful woman, she makes the ugliest noise when she laughs. But it suits her too. “Yeah, Reno likes to play a game…”
“Okay, you clearly didn’t phone to tell me about what you and your pack do.”
“I would happily talk about sex with you for hours, you know that!” she offers eagerly, but I can hear her distraction, a television playing in the background, her nails tapping over her keyboard. “Turn on the television, Lennon. I take it you haven’t seen the news?”
Walking through to the lounge, I find the remote. “Is it bad?”
“I wouldn’t say that. You won’t like it though.”
“Why?”
“We missed a shutterbug when you guys were leaving our house.”
“Damn it.” The bloody paparazzi are like freaking mold that never goes away.
