However, it means I’ll be taking the brunt of all that alpha need later. And Laz has stamina that can go on for days.
Ignoring my thoughts of what’s to come, I focus on the present and pull up Noah’s tracker. Lark still hasn’t responded to her brother. So either I said something wrong—which I don’t believe I did—or she’s preparing to submit.
Or,I think, considering a third alternative.Or she’s planning for a fight.
Wanting to test that theory, I send a final text.Be sure to warn Sheriff Syrus that you have a driver coming in to get you. His name is Noah Dragon. He’s a newer enforcer with the family. Don’t test him, honey pot. He’s a wasp you don’t want to piss off.
Dots appear, and I wait with bated breath.
Only, she stops again a second later.
“This is going to be interesting,” I murmur to Laz. “Think she’ll go easily or give Noah hell?”
“If she’s the omega I think she is, it’ll be the latter.” He lifts his ankle to settle across his opposite knee. “But it won’t be inside her precious town. She cares about it too much to cause a scene. The fight will happen here.” He looks at me. “And I can’t fucking wait.”
CHAPTER THREE
LARK
He’sa wasp you don’t want to piss off.
My brother’s words have my stomach twisting with dread as I zip up my suitcase. I’ve only packed five days’ worth of clothes. Everything else, I’m leaving here. Including most of my gadgets and technical toys.
Because I’m coming back.
I… Ihave tocome back.
I’m going todemandthat he allow me to come back.
That’s the plan, anyway. A plan I will carry out the moment I set foot on the jet. I’ll tell this wasplike enforcer to put my brother on the phone. Then I’ll draw the gun I’ve tucked into my boot and threaten to shoot Noah if my brother doesn’t promise to let me go home in a few days.
It’s a weak plan.
Okay, it’s a terrible plan.
I don’t even know if this Noah Dragon means anything to Gio. Though, I imagine he does if he’s trusting thewaspwith my kidnapping.
Maybe that’s a strong word. But it’s an accurate one. I didn’t consent to this.
Actually, no, that’s not true. I agreed to do this long ago, when my brother helped me out with the whole Gideon Henderson mess.
He was my man on the outside. The one with all the files that could destroy Gideon and his omega trafficking ring.
Of course, my brother would never have sent everything over to the authorities. He would have handled it himself, something he offered to do a decade ago after I escaped. But I told him we needed our own form of closure. I didn’t expect it to take as long as it did. However, it’s done, thanks to Silva and her pack.
Gideon’s dead.
His organization—Gideon’s Dolls—no longer exists.
And Gio has asked me to come home.
The timing feels a little too coincidental.Does Gio know we killed Gideon?I wonder. I didn’t tell him. But maybe he has eyes on me?
God, it would be just like my brother to have a bodyguard watching over me. Like father, like son.
I nearly grab my phone to call him and shout at him. To demand answers. But his goon is almost here.
He gave me a thirty-minute warning and then a fifteen-minute one.
