“Fuck no.” My serious tone catches August’s attention from the kitchen, causing his brows to pull together. He quickly puts the knife down and grabs the hand towel before making his way over to me.
I pull my phone away from my ear, placing Ryan on speaker. “I know a group of mercenaries that specialize in omega safety and take down trafficking rings all over the world…”
August quips back instantly, “Have they not been called yet? They could’ve helped your sorry asses out.” I would apologize on August’s behalf, but they’ve been at this for way too long, and we’re all beyond frustrated.
“Well hello, you must be August.” I can hear the cocky bastard smiling through the phone.
“I am. Can these mercenaries take them down?” August pauses for just a second, seeming to be drifting off in a memory, then adds, “My situation was a best-case scenario, and most of the time I feel extremely guilty over that. I couldn’t have been with them for over a day, but I’m sure they’re putting other omegas through so much worse…”
I didn’t know he felt so guilty about the trafficking. Survivors’ guilt never even crossed my mind. We were only focused on getting his dreams up and running. Abel and I have always been too focused on him being bought by us, never questioning much because he’s here and safe.
“I don’t know if you heard me, but they’ve been located and are in the building closest to Heat Wave.”
I watch as August’s face morphs with each emotion then immediately feel each one through the bond.
Shock.
Scared.
Finally settling on rage.
A deep simmering anger that I don’t ever want to be in the path of.
No emotion laces his voice as he stares down at my phone sitting on my leg, and says, “I want them dead.”
CHAPTER
TWELVE
AUGUST
Abel walks through the door carrying the biggest smile on his face, but it quickly drops as he reads the room. I’m sitting on Kev’s lap after just hanging up with Ryan. “What’s wrong?” Abel moves quickly, on his knees in front of me in seconds, holding my hands between both of us.
Kev answers him, and I just lie back on his chest, trying not to stress about these fucking people we’ve been chasing for what feels like a decade. “Ryan and his team have a lead.”
“That’s good news, right?’
Kev shakes his head slowly. “It led them back to the building that’s closest to Heat Wave.”
I take a deep breath, closing my eyes, trying not to let my mind drift to a bad place. But it does…
What if these people are trying to swoop in and traffic omegas from Heat Wave? What if they’ve been scoping the place out this whole time? What if they have people on the inside already and we have no fucking clue.
What if.
What if.
What if.
Safety is my number one priority here. Knowing that the same people who trafficked me are within a couple of miles isnotscreaming safety to me.
And everyone knows, an unsafe omega is not a happy omega.
All we ask for is comfort, safety, and maybe a knot or two.
Who can blame us?
Abel places his hand on Kev’s thigh and questions, “What’s the plan, Baby?”
