SHILOH
“Is the line really that long?” I mutter, looking around as I check my watch. “Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Let’s go check,” Abbott says, standing up. “Jake and Greig are patrolling the park. The line is probably just ridiculous. Cass always complains about it.”
“Bellamy has to be waiting outside for them,” Ansel murmurs, already up and stalking toward the restrooms.
Following his lead, we eat up the distance between us and our omegas, our intentions to get the fuck out of the way clear. We all dressed up in some way tonight, wanting our date to be special. Abbott even added suspenders to his suit, while I’m in a gray suit, and Ansel is wearing all black.
My eyes move through the crowd, remembering the color dresses Cassidy and Winter were wearing, but unable to find either. Bellamy and his pressed tan suit are nowhere to be found, and I shove my way into the men’s restroom to find him.
As I come back empty handed, Abbott is leaving the women’s restroom, despite the sign that says it’s out of order.
“Something is wrong,” he growls, pulling out his phone to call someone. “Call Jake, I’m already calling Greig.”
Nodding, I do as I’m told, listening as the phone goes to voicemail not once but four times.
“We don’t pay him to not pick up the phone,” Ansel growls.
“Split up, look around, be careful,” I grunt. “Abbott, can you feel anything through your bonds?”
Closing his eyes, Abbott shakes his head, rubbing his chest as he concentrates. He’s the only one outside of Cassidy that’s bonded to both our omegas.
I don’t even think he realizes he’s in pain right now.
We’re all working on adrenaline and worry that it takes me a second to remember the trackers.
“Tracker,” I breathe under my breath, opening the app on my phone. It’s always been second nature for us to check it, but it’s the goddamned bathroom.
Nothing bad is supposed to happen tonight. We’re just living our lives, making memories. We even took pictures together before the sun set.
This isn’t supposed to happen!
“They’re leaving the area at high speed,” I rasp, watching the dots. “We’ll have to figure out where our men are later. Call someone else to come get us.”
“I don’t care if they leave us their car,” Ansel adds, already turning to abandon everything else for the sidewalk.
“We’ll follow as far as we can on the streets on foot until they catch up to us,” Abbott mutters. “Fuck, that’s Greig. Where the fuck are you?”
People are glancing at us in surprise as we race for the street, and we have to slow down slightly so we don’t step on someone on a blanket in the darkness. Fuck!
“Jake hit you? Goddamnit,” Abbott sighs. “I never would have pegged him as a fucking traitor. Can you get to us with your car? We’re running on foot toward?—”
I stop listening as Abbott rattles off our direction, and I begin to run as soon as my feet hit the sidewalk. At least here, the lighting is better, and I can move faster. While I know that I won’t be able to catch up to them on foot, it does make me feel like I’m doingsomething.
My eyes move between the phone screen and where I’m running to make sure I don’t run into anyone and then Greig is beside us in his vehicle.
“Go!” Greig says, bailing out in the middle of the street as we get in with wild eyes. “Keep in touch, boss. I want Jake’s head for this. I’ll gather our men, unless you think no one is safe?”
“I have a feeling Jake’s working on his own, Greig,” Abbott says, ignoring the honking as he hangs out the window to continue to talk to him. “Use your best judgment. We gotta go.”
“Of course, sir. I’ll call Henri first,” he agrees. There’s blood trailing from his temple, highlighted by the glare of the streetlight, but Greig ignores it as he moves out of the street.
Abbott floors the SUV, and I exhale in relief that we’re finally moving. I direct him in where to go, and the tracker takes us out of town. Ansel takes over tracking while I open an app I have on my phone to find this vehicle based on the traffic cameras.
I’m a suspicious person, and I always had the feeling that the time would come during an emergency where I wouldn’t have my computer. This app allows me to access back doors I’ve already created for myself, and I use the tracker to pinpoint the vehicle’s location.
“It’s a black panel van,” I say softly. I know pretty soon we’re going to be out of the city and I’ll lose my current eyes on this vehicle. All I can do is follow them until that happens.
