Nodding, I move to pull out my wallet but Riley shakes his head, standing and draining the rest of his glass.
“Don’t worry about it,” he reassures me. “I’ve got it.”
Following his lead, I nod as I sigh. We’re in for a rough ride, but there’s nothing for it.
“How will those drugs affect Cassidy?” I ask, downing the rest of my drink before walking Riley to the office door and opening it.
“It should run through her system, she may have some nausea, depending on how hard they hit her,” he says. “She’ll feel off and tired during it, but the IV fluids I have her on should help with that. Let her sleep for now.”
Well, at least that’s something. I need to be more attentive to my pack. While I’m always watching out for them, I’ve definitely made a lot of mistakes.
That all needs to change. Once I let Riley out to head to the hospital, I plant my ass on the ground in the library and watch Cassidy and our scent matched omegas.
I can work just as well here as anywhere since the world refuses to slow down.
Chapter
Six
SHILOH
If I wasin anyone else’s home, I would say I’m being incredibly rude. Instead, I know Pack Mayor doesn’t fucking care that I’m working on my computer.
They even set me up with a desk, a bottle of water, and a goddamned sandwich in their den before getting started on our current problem.
The omegas we rescued are at a private hospital that won’t ask questions as they get treated, and now we’re attempting to figure out how to help them move forward.
“We could possibly see if the packs in the area would be willing to take one of them,” Lyle muses. “Savannah really needs more omega centered services the way other places do. There are six omegas, right?”
“Yes,” Ansel replies. Our men found omegas kept in cages when they raided the building. It seems they were a very well kept secret.
While I’m concerned about why Cassidy was there, it was very lucky for them that she was.
My fingers click through the files of the laptop that Greig pulled out of the building, shaking my head at the windfall of information I’m finding. There’s detailed explanations of where each omega was bought from, how long they’ve been with the owner, Winchell Rock, and all of his other businesses.
Unsurprisingly, the bastard owns a gentleman’s club in Atlanta, and is new to our city. He could have continued to be someone else’s problem, but he shit in Savannah and that’s unacceptable.
“None of them know each other?” I ask. Winter and Bellamy’s names are ingrained in my mind as we’ve been discussing them, but I can’t get myself to say them out loud yet. The omegas are also listed as Summer and Chase, which are obviously pseudonyms.
“No, they don’t. I did check on that,” Ansel says. “Abbott texted a second ago to tell me that the drugs they’ve been pumping into the omegas are definitely opioids, and that the drugs pushed through the vents of the room Cassidy was in was a mixture of aml nitrite and GHB.”
“They roofied her,” I mutter. “Fuck.”
“That’s essentially what it sounds like,” Lyle says, rubbing his eyes. “I swear, every day I tell myself I’ve seen everything I possibly can, and then something else happens.”
Lyle is a lawyer for many of the elite packs in Savannah, and he does the paperwork for our more legitimate work. He also knows some of the less legal shit we get up to. Though he groans and complains about lawyer-client privilege, I don’t think he minds.
He’s paid very well, after all.
“Now that we know what drugs were used, Riley can help Cassidy. She’s going to feel like shit for a day or two, but the concern is for the other omegas,” Ansel says. “They were keptwith a high dose of opioids and sedatives. Coming off after months of consistent use against their will won’t be pretty.”
“They were so weak,” I add under my breath as I continue to work.
“Correct,” Ansel says. “Do you really think that we can get packs to agree to help us take care of omegas that’ll be really ill?”
“Well, the hospital can take care of the worst of the detox,” Lyle says, though his expression says he doesn’t like the idea of them being alone through it.
“I can start making some discreet calls in the meantime,” Silas says, his lips pursed. “I know a few older members of the community who would be happy to help. They’re less likely to have to worry about omegas in their home feeling threatened by their presence as well. Let me see what I can do.”
