“Stay with Koen.”
My strides take me to my car quickly, and I use the wet wipes on my gloves and the handle of the driver side car before I get inside. The window of the bar shows me that she’s very slowly wiping down tables, and I make a firm choice never to come here again.
We need someone with a little more ‘give a shit’.
I back the car in toward the rear of the building, and I help clean our omega up with the wipes before we load Koen into the trunk. There are lots of blankets because Rhodes is always in need of one when we’re driving, so I got into the habit of keeping them with us.
Rhodes is a badass alpha, but he’s also a pretty princess that loves his creature comforts. Making sure our omega will be warm enough, I shut the door and Rhodes sits in the backseat to make sure Koen doesn’t choke on his own puke. I tried to keep him propped up, but I don’t want to get pulled over for some reason and have to explain the drugged out of his mind hockey player.
No one is going to stop you. Get it together.
Plugging in the address to Koen’s apartment, I drive away as soon as that’s done in that direction.
“Be prepared for me to do some really fucked up things,” I grumble to Rhodes as I struggle not to speed. “I’m going to escalate the paperwork on the house by explaining to Tracey that we need a permanent place to live so our playing doesn’t suffer, and then I’m going to find a reason for Koen to move in with us.”
“That’s fair,” he says, his eyes on Koen.
It doesn’t escape my notice that his fingers continually trail to our omega’s neck to check his pulse. He surprisingly didn’t get any blood on his gloves, but he’s always been better about killing cleanly. This isn’t our first kill, and I doubt it’ll be our last.
The world doesn’t know how to act right, so it needs our not so gentle reminder on how to do the right thing.
It doesn’t take us long to get to Koen’s apartment building, and I curse as I remember that his car is still at the restaurant.
“We’re going to need to get his car after this,” I mutter. “Now we need to not make a scene walking him upstairs.”
“Just bridal carry him upstairs,” Rhodes decides. “Tell the doorman that we’re his alphas and that we wanted to make sure he got home safely. It’s a great way to pee all over him, and ensure that the doorman remembers us in case we need to get back inside.”
“Genius,” I admit, parking. I’m a little stressed out, and Rhodes always knows how to calm me down.
I also really want to hold Koen, and remind myself that we kept Joseph from raping him. Dominance is very different from nonconsent, and it pisses me off that Joseph wanted to draw a parallel between us.
Fuck him. I hope he’s burning in hell as we speak.
Koen’s body is a welcome weight in my arms as I pick him up, and I can feel my muscles beginning to loosen in relief. Rhodes begins to purr as he closes up the Jeep, and my footsteps become more sure as we walk together toward the front door of the apartment lobby.
Rhodes hits the buzzer for assistance, and we wait together in the cold.
“Yes?” the doorman asks suspiciously as he looks us over.
“Hey, I’m Skylar Reynolds and this is Rhodes Franz. We’re Koen’s alphas and teammates. It’s new, and we’ll deny it if you sell the info to the media,” I begin. “We went out with Koen and he fell asleep. We didn’t want to wake him, so we’re bringing him home.”
“We all sign NDAs,” the doorman says quickly, shaking his head. “I also value Mr. Jeffries’ privacy. You have his keys?”
Rhodes pulls them out of Koen’s pocket and nods, showing them off.
“We need to bring his car back. We may have gotten a little caught up in taking care of him,” Rhodes explains as the doorman lets us in.
“That’s understandable. He’s always running out the door whenever I see him. The hockey schedule is hard,” the doorman sighs. “I’m Rodney. I’ll make sure he gets his car keys back when you return.”
“Thanks, Rodney,” I say, already crossing the lobby for the elevator. I regularly carry Rhodes, so Koen isn’t overly heavy.
The trip up in the elevator is fairly fast, and we get out on Koen’s floor. It all looks fairly normal, yet my skin still itches as we walk. I hate that there’s so little security outside of the doorman. What if Koen’s pheromones call a drunk alpha toward his apartment when he has his heat?
“I don’t like it either,” Rhodes confirms, unlocking the door when we get to Koen’s apartment. “We were in a public place and he fucking got drugged in front of us!”
“Shh,” I say, waiting for the door to shut behind us. “Go snoop while I clean up Koen. He won’t remember much of this, so that means I should be able to get him to shower too. Is there a washer and dryer in the apartment?”
Rhodes begins to look around while I walk to the only bedroom in the apartment. The bathroom is connected while also accessible to the rest of the apartment, and I sit Koen on the edge of the toilet to get undressed.
