“The omegas are in the car with Henri. We were having a meeting when Abbott sent us an SOS message to come here. We’re taking them to the hospital,” Ansel says, responding to my question about the omegas. “We also called in some help to clear the rest of this place out, but we need to get you out of here. Can they walk?”
Our “help” are the men who work for us, but Bell and Winter don’t need to know all of that. Bell shakes his head apologetically, and I smile gently at him.
“That’s okay. I need Abbott to carry you out. Can you handle that?” I ask him. “I’ll take Winter. We’re going to get you out of here.”
“No hospital,” Bell whispers. “They’ll find us like last time.”
“You’re coming home with us,” Abbott says, hitching up the knees of his trousers before he crouches beside us. “I’m Abbott, and I promise you’re… Cassidy.”
His growl has me shuddering as it rolls over me, and I wonder what the hell else is in the drugs they pumped into the room and for what ends.
“You’re going to be safe with us,” I finish, wondering if he just smelled the omegas in my arms. That’s the only reason he’d cut himself off.
The thing no one tells you in biology class is that you just might find your scent match in a den of iniquity. Who would have fucking thought?
“Don’t take the others to the hospital,” Abbott growls, glancing up at our pack mates.
“Got it. I’ll ask Silas for better options,” Ansel says. “You good, Cass?”
“I will be,” I say, glancing at the open door. “The vents are pushing drugs into the room. I need to get outside.”
“Will you stay with me?” Bell asks, struggling to get up.
“She’s coming with us. My car is in the street, through the back alley,” Abbott explains, standing. He picks Bell up easily, frowning as he does. “I’ll have Riley meet us at the house.”
He may not be a doctor yet, but I do trust him to help here. He’s in his clinicals now, that’s enough training to at least allow us to make a plan for Bell and Winter.
Neither of them weigh very much, despite their height. I can’t fucking believe anyone could allow them to atrophy like this. I suppose moving isn’t necessary when this sex trafficking operation wants to keep them compliant with drugs.
Winter whines as she scents the shift of my angry thoughts, and I sigh as I scoop her into my arms and stand. Her arms wrap around my neck, and Shiloh carefully fixes my bra and shirt with a raised brow.
Yeah, yeah. I’m a fucking mess, okay?
“I’m alright, Lovey. Time to get out of here.”
“Shoes,” Abbott grunts, dropping my loafers in front of me.
“Phone,” Shiloh adds, amused as he picks up the forgotten device on the floor and tucks it into my purse before closing it.
“I’m high,” I grumble, pushing my feet into my shoes.
“I know, baby,” Ansel chuckles, surprising me as he effortlessly lifts me up along with Winter. He hits the gym hard as the muscle of the group, but fuck if it isn’t nice to be picked up like I weigh nothing.
All the time I spend hitting the weights definitely negates that fact, as I’m tall and curvy.
“We got you, Precious,” Shiloh says easily, gazing around the room. “Can I tell our guys to set a controlled fire, boss?”
Some things never change, and Abbott is our leader in all things.
“Yep,” Abbott grunts as we leave the building.
The warm breeze is a blessing as I lay my head on Ansel’s shoulder with a small moan.
“We’ll fix you right up, baby. You can tell us all about what happened later, okay? I knew you were struggling, but not this badly,” he murmurs as we walk.
“This was our fuck up,” Abbott agrees.
“No it’s not, I’m the one whose fucked up,” I say, tears blurring my gaze as I sniffle.
