“I’m not opposed to this. Let’s do it well.”
He was still mid-sentence, and I was already walking away. I headed directly to the front door and turned the doorknob. It didn’t give.
I stepped back, and Sinclair took my spot, crouching. He slid two slim picks into the lock and turned his head to listen. It didn’t take him long to get it open, and as soon as it swung free of the latch, I moved, not bothering to wait for either of them. We reached a rhythm. Kyan was rarely with us when we partook in illegal shit, so I didn’t blame his reservations, but whatever came up, we would handle it.
Our combined steps echoed in the cavernous foyer. The lights were turned off ahead, but as I walked deeper into the house, I reached the staircase.
He was probably in bed. I ascended to the second floor. According to the plans, the master bedroom was upstairs. On the landing, I started shoving doors open. The third door was the one I was looking for.
I slammed the door open, and it rattled from the force. Jonas burst upright. Sinclair shone a light on the judge’s face. The woman on the bed jumped off it, screaming. I didn’t pay her any attention. She lunged for the cell phone she’d dropped, but Sinclair stepped on it, making her whimper.
“Into the bathroom,” he ordered. Sinclair and Kyan would take care of shutting her up. I would handle this bastard.
“Wh-what do you want?” he croaked. “I don’t have anything of worth here—” I grabbed the front of his shirt.
“Shut the fuck up.” I shook him, and his teeth clicked together from the force. “And listen closely. Breaking into your place is the least I can do. That Omega stripper at The Bordello a few months ago doesn’t look like that little Beta you’ve got in there,” I murmured, keeping my voice nice and low. His eyes widened in fear.
“You—you?—”
“I—I,” I mocked, and my lips stretched into a smile I couldn’t feel. “Get those fucking papers signed to have her released.” I leaned closer. “And keep your mouth shut about tonight.”
I shoved him back onto the bed. The Alpha stayed close, his fear battling with his dominance. But he couldn’t beat me.
Everything around me was built to protect my Pack, and everything I was made up of, my money, my access, was all forher.
Chapter 38
“It’s your lucky day, inmate,” Cumy announced as soon as he whipped open my cell door. “You’re out on bail.”
My heart jumped. That meant they’d gotten me out, but how? I wasn’t supposed to get bail.
How had they done it?
Only two Packs involved with me had that power. Bourne and Greymont, neither of which were options I wanted to see when I walked through those doors. Nerves turned my stomach over and over. The discomfort in my stomach had settled . . . almost like the bonds were soothed.
I closed my eyes. Fuck, it had to bethem.
“Can I deny it?”
“Stand up, inmate,” he barked, rolling his shoulders. I bristled, gritting my teeth. I slowly pushed off the cement. My muscles pinched. My feet were numb, so I had to lean on the wall to brace myself.
How poetic that Cumy was delivering this information after being the one who’d checked me into the jail.
He crouched and unlocked the chains at my ankles. Standing, he checked the cuffs and unwound the chains that had been attached to my ankle, leaving me only in the wrist restraints.
He waved me forward, and I shuffled past, slowing enough for him to take the lead, heading in the opposite direction from before. He walked me toward two large swinging doors and used a key card to open them.
“Is Sergei okay?”
“He’s alive, if that’s what you’re asking, but your Pack beat the kid bloody,” he tsked. “That’s what he gets for sticking his c—” He cleared his throat.
We crossed into the initial cell I’d been left in to wait, and he guided me toward a booth.
The place was a maze, and all the turns and halls left me discombobulated, which, I was sure, was the point.
“Mornin’ Sue,” Cumy said to the woman behind the glass. “Can you get me her things?” My inmate number rolled off his tongue.
A number—that was what I’d been reduced to. Sue returned with a plastic bag and slapped it into the metal container. She pushed a lever, a small ramp lifted, and a package slid out. Cumy finished undoing the cuffs on my wrists and waved at the plastic bag. I hugged the clothes to my chest.
