“Cassidy…” Bellamy whispers.
“I’ll leave, but she can stay,” I say.
It’s normal that he wouldn’t trust me as he’s spent no time with me, and he may have seen the dead bodies surrounding us as we left. Cassidy is special, and I’ve always said so. People are always more likely to be at ease with her.
It’s easier to remove myself from the equation for now.
Bellamy nods before crashing to the pillows and passing out as if his strings have been cut. Fuck, I wish there had been more time to torture the assholes that did this to them, but there wasn’t.
Winter, Bellamy, and Cass were more important than making a fucking statement. At least they’re all dead now.
“Bell!” Winter screams, making my skin feel as if it’s on fucking fire.
“It’s okay. He needs to rest, and I’ll get you all started on some IV fluids to feel better. You’ve been through some difficult things, right, Winter?” Riley asks soothingly.
She nods, tears trailing down her cheeks.
“You’ve been drugged?”
This looks like it may be a game of twenty questions, but Riley is used to this. Patting his shoulder, I force my feet to carry me out of my own damn living room.
Snatching up a chair, I sit outside where they can’t see me, my head spinning at the thought of having omegas.
Everything is changing at a rapid rate, and it’s going to take a lot to get them to a place where Winter and Bellamy are healthy. God, they’re going to need to detox from whatever shit they’re on too.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out because everyone answers to me. I expect regular updates from my people, even if I’m busy. If they need anything that needs an immediate reply, they’ll go to Shiloh or Ansel.
Greig
Hey, Boss. The building is burning beautifully. I also dropped a call to the fire department so it wouldn’t spread too much. There were cages in the back, the rooms off the main one had sex furniture, and I snagged all of their financial books and laptop. Should I bring this to Shiloh?
Shi will be able to track the money, and find out what the fuck was happening with that business. It’s incredible to me what people leave on their laptops, just lying around for others to find.
Me
Yes, please. Share with Ansel what you found in the building.
Greig
Already done. I took samples of the metal on the cage, and also photos of the name of the brand. Call me Inspector Gadget, ‘cause I’m coming in hot with the clues.
My lips twitch in amusement, something I didn’t think was possible with the heaviness of the situation. Greig has an affinity for vintage cartoons, but I think Sherlock Holmes may be a better fit for what he’s describing.
He’s a transplant from Dublin, and always has interesting musings.
Me
Thank you.
Blowing out a breath, I settle in to wait. It’s hard not to eavesdrop, and I have to close my eyes tightly when Winter’s tear filled voice begins to speak. I’m not going to be able to hold back from killing everyone who has ever hurt her or Bellamy.
It’s too much to ask.
Riley looks like he’s aged once he walks out of the living room, pale and sad.
“We have to talk,” he rasps, his lips barely moving as he speaks.
Standing, I take a deep breath as I glance into the living room. Cassidy, Winter, and Bellamy are all hooked up to IV fluids, and most of them are riding the edge of sleep again.
