He wanted to open his law practice and earn a shit ton of money.
I regret never taking risks and going for what I wanted.
The hand over his mouth was removed as well as the sharp object that had sliced through his body. Blood pooled in Fox's mouth, making him gasp for whatever breath he could muster.
"No hard feelings," a gruff voice whispered in his ear. "You're simply a causality of war. You shouldn't have been so important to him. He grew careless in our little game which is why I must take all he holds dear."
Who am I important to?Fox thought as his body slowly fell to the ground, and his world went black.
Fox screamed, snapping his eyes open but unable to see anything since his vision was blurred. He whimpered as pain wracked his entire body. He couldn't speak, think, or move. He felt as if his life was draining out of him.
"It’s going to be okay." Fox heard someone say but couldn't distinguish the voice in the sea of pain that overtook his senses.
Take care of her.
Fox heard as he closed his eyes, slipping back into the world of darkness.
Fox groaned,hearing the beeping noise and wishing someone would shut the damn alarm off. He was too fucking tired and didn't feel like going to work that day, not after the dream he’d had.
Who wants to dream of being killed?
"Did you hear that? I think he's waking up." Fox heard a soft feminine voice coming from somewhere in his room.
Who the fuck is in my house?As a cop, he was trained to assess then react to the situation. He didn't sense any danger from the voice, so he decided to wait and see before reaching for the gun he had hidden under his pillow.
"Are you sure?" asked a deep voice.
"I think he's waking up," another voice added. "Maybe we should go get the doctor."
Doctor! What the fuck?
"No, let’s wait a bit. Mom and Dad should be back soon. They went to check on the baby," the deep voice instructed.
Fox couldn't take it anymore. He was more curious than scared of the people in his house. "How the fuck is someone supposed to sleep with all this damn talking?"
Everyone in the room gasped, and Fox slowly pried his eyes open. He was greeted with brown, green, and blue eyes looking down at him and faces he didn't recognize.
"Who the fuck are you people?"
Chapter One
Alistaire Vale entered the Vale Valley Sheriff's department hoping to speak with LaMarkus for a bit before going on patrol but was stopped when one of his coworkers, Dilen Ross, started clapping the second he saw him. Alistaire pasted a smile on his face, shaking his head when the others joined in. Another coworker walked over to him with a cake and the word hero written on it.
"What the heck is all this for? I'm no damn hero."
"The hell you aren't," Dilen Ross said. "If it weren't for you, my cousin and his baby would have died. Thanks for being in the right place at the right time."
The day prior, Alistaire had been on his way home from his shift when he’d noticed a car swerving before running into a ditch. He'd pulled up to see what was wrong only to find a pregnant man unresponsive and not breathing. He’d acted quickly and called 911, keeping his focus on reviving the guy, who had gone into labor the second he’d started breathing again.
Alistaire wasn't sure how long it had taken for the ambulance to get there, but he had to admit he’d been scared when the guy kept going in and out of consciousness. Once the ambulance and Hanna, another of his coworkers, had gotten to the scene, Alistaire had given his account and then gone home.
"You would have done the same thing," Alistaire told Dilen.
Dilen placed a hand on Alistaire’s shoulder. "You're right, it's part of our job to look out and defend people, but Fox is very special to my family. I don't know what we'd have done if we lost him and the baby."
Alistaire mentally grimaced. He hated being touched by others that weren’t his family or mate.
Mate.
