I swallow. “The Doll program,” I whisper, feeling the need to be truthful with him. Maybe if he realizes what happened to us, he’ll… he’ll be compassionate.
Though, just thinking that nearly has me snorting.
This is Lazarus fucking Ferraro.Compassiondoesn’t exist in his world.
“Elaborate.” A single word, uttered with such dominance that I nearly whimper.
This is an alpha in his prime. Maybe thirty-eight or thirty-nine years old. I can’t remember his exact birthday. But I know he’s deadly. I know he’s a don. And I know… I know better than to ignore his command.
“Gideon Henderson trafficked and groomed omegas to be Dolls for alpha packs. He… he kidnapped the six of us—the ones who own Widows Peak—during our eighteenth year, then tried to sell us when we turned twenty-one. But we escaped.” I swallow again. “He takes six a year…”
I trail off, aware I spoke that in the present tense when it should have been the past tense.
So I amend by saying, “He used to take six a year. Kept us in the Henderson mansion. Trained us as a group with beta handlers. However, it’s done. Gideon’s dead. As are the beta handlers.”
I don’t really know what else to say.
But I try one more time to save my friends. “Please don’t hurt them, Mr. Ferraro.”
His responding growl echoes through the cabin.
Only to be overshadowed by the roar of the engine as the jet begins to really move.We’re taking off.
He looks up sharply, then suddenly I’m flying through the air as he lifts me into his arms and takes me to the seat beside Johan. I startle as a belt is buckled around me…andLazarus.
Because he has me in his lap.
Noah takes the chair across from us with a skip, completely unfazed by the ground tilting around us. He casually snaps himself in, then winks at me.
I glare back at him.
Which has him grinning like a damn loon.
Because he’s nuts. They probably all are, honestly.
And now I’ve just been officially kidnapped by them.
This is bad.
Very. Fucking. Bad.
CHAPTER SIX
LAZ
The urgeto purr hits me hard in the chest. And it’s directly at odds with my need tokill. To annihilate. Tofucking destroy.
Yet I have no one to take my fury out on because the object of my ire is already dead.
Gideon. Fucking. Henderson.
I’ve been aware of his existence for a very long time. The sleazy wannabe who fancied himself a crime boss. He trafficked omegas for a living. There’s nothing honorable about that. Nothing even remotely admirable either.
I may do some horrible shit. But I don’t involve myself in the trafficking of omegas. I certainly don’t touch children, either.
There are lines that should never be crossed. Lines that organizations like mine actually understand and respect.
Gideon Henderson didn’t understand any of that.
