“Who are you messaging?” Tav asks sharply. “There’s no contact with anyone while you’re here.”
“Fuck off,” I growl. I’m fucking tired of them thinking they can tell me what to do like I’m their bitch or something.
“Then we can do this the hard way and keep you restrained until Storm gets here. Either way, until River wakes and canconfirm what you say, you’re not seeing her. Or we can handle the three of you now and never tell her. She hasn’t seen you, so it’s not like she would ever know you’re her Kismet bonds,” Tav says with conviction. “Now I’ll ask again, who were you texting?”
“I don’t know who he is. I was challenged to a fight by an opponent I had beaten. Then one day I get this random text about him and that he was planning to do something to me. This mysterious person then sent me all the information. Didn’t matter, he took care of them. Car accident.”
I watch as Tav and Callux share a knowing look. A small tug on the corners of their lips as they fight not to smile.
Something isn’t right.
Could they be my mysterious person?
“The person texting you is a he?”
“Yeah, I assume so. Why? He never questioned me when I called him a man.” Okay, now this is getting really weird.
“Did you get the message about them being in an accident on a Friday?” Tav asks.
Nash and Holden sit forward, their eyes drifting between me and them.
“Yeah. Are you the person messaging me? Why all these questions if it was you?” I question.
“Well, we took care of the two douchebags. Had fun doing it too. But the messages weren’t from us.” He looks over at Callux, as Josh comes back down the hallway, basket in hand filled with items.
“Josh, remember those guys we took care of. The special request from someone?” Tav asks, almost secretive about his words.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Seems it was for him.” He nods his head in my direction.
“No shit.” He smiles. “I got her stuffies from the house and her blankets but guess what else she had in there?” He holds up some clothing, shirts, a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts.
“She didn’t,” Callux gasps. “Wash those, and we’ll make sure to give her some we’ve worn so they’re around her when she wakes.”
That doesn’t make me happy. She should be surrounded by our scents. We’re her bonds. Not them.
“She can have our clothes.” Holden speaks up. “She’s our bond. Our scents will soothe her.”
“That’s what you claim; we have no proof of that. And our scents will work just fine.” Callux steps closer to Tav.
“Roman, I hate to inform you, but you have talked to River. Unknown is her. It’s what she does. She finds out information to help people. Especially omegas. She’s been doing it ever since Torin taught her how.” He slides his gun into the back of his pants. “And I’m only telling you this because if you’re lying about being her Kismet, then the three of you are dead.”
Holy fuck. She’s full of damn mysteries.
Chapter 38
Storm
As soon as I got to the house, the first person I wanted to see was River. This supposed pack that is her Kismet can wait. Tav and the guys knew that I would need to see her first.
But seeing her on the bed, knocked out just like she was during her first heat fucking kills me.
“How is she?” I ask Torin, taking River’s hand into mine and kissing it.
“We won’t know until she wakes up. I failed her, man. I promised her she would be okay. We promised you that we’d keep her safe, and we didn’t.” Torin, my best friend, normally happy and full of jokes, is not like that today. Not that the situation would call for it.
“I know you did your best. And so does she. We had no clue about this fucker, or how he even knew where she was. But now it’s over. He’s dead. There’s no one else. Her nightmare is over, and she can finally live.”
