Me
Book me two cabins next to each other, clone my number and pretend to be me and tell my pet sitter I need her to come watch Princess out there. Get me rope, handcuffs, water, wood, and food for both cabins. Use your best judgement about what you deliver to which cabin. I don’t need to traumatize my puppy sitter, jackhole. Make sure Evelyn’s cabin has dog food as well for the puppy, and that the fire is already started for her. If the power goes out, I don’t want her to worry about anything. I might reach out for more later. There will be at least two kidnappings happening.
Fishman
I’m on it. I’ll get some generators for shit and giggles too. Shoot things off as you think of them.
Nodding eventhough he can’t see it, I suck in more oxygen as I stand up.
“I gotta move,” I grunt. “Go change, get whatever Princess needs for a three day trip, pack a bag for yourself, and meet me downstairs.”
I refuse to look in his direction as I walk toward the stairs, knowing he can hear how serious I am right now. I need him to not ask questions, and thankfully, he doesn’t.
This house feels too big without Koen, and I find myself jogging up the stairs to get the fuck out of here faster. My foot trips on the carpet because I didn’t lift it high enough, and I hiss as my knee hits the stair hard.
“Fuck,” I hiss, pissed I’m making sloppy mistakes.
Shaking my head, I get up and begin to pull my clothes off as I make it to the landing. The room I shared with my pack is another eight steps, which is how I need to measure things by. If I don’t, I’ll make another mistake, one I can’t come back from.
Dropping my suit into the hamper to deal with later, I pull out a pair of sweats from my closet. I’m going to need to stay warm for what I need to do, and I’ll also need a few changes of clothes.
Methodically, I grab two duffle bags and pack for both myself and Koen. He’s going to be handcuffed to the bed, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be comfortable during it. Chewing on my lower lip, I pack the necessities, and then walk into the bathroom for the sedative and syringe.
I also pack a medical bag of shit I may need “just in case.”
If Koen is slamming down drinks the way that Olsson mentioned, he may be passed out by the time I arrive at his house. Hangovers aren’t conducive to groveling, so I want to make sure I have enough supplies.
I can hear Rhodes rummaging through his closet, and he makes no move to interrupt me. I’ve given him tasks to occupy himself with, so he’ll continue to do those until he’s done. This will give me enough time to finish up, though giving myself shit to complete isn’t helping the noise in my head.
Me
Address, Olsson. Now.
Olsson
I see absence makes the heart grow grumpier. It’s 5679 Cater Way Lakeview, MN 45788. Koen is starting to mutter to himself. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to keep him. Do I tie him to a chair for his own safety? The snow will turn him into an omega popsicle if he decides he wants to take a walk.
Me
If you have rope, you should use it.
I rollmy eyes at myself. I really have lost the plot, and imagine how it’ll look if Koen is trussed up like a Christmas turkey when I arrive at Olsson’s. I’ll honestly probably lose my shit before I can think about thanking him. The only people who should be tying up my omega are his alphas.
Going over everything in my mind, I drop the bags on the bed to respond again to Olsson.
Me
Do everything you can not to tie up my omega. It’ll probably trigger a bad time.
Olsson
I was actually just thinking that. Please don’t let Rhodes squish me.
Snorting in derision,I pocket my phone without bothering to reply. Rhodes is barely listening to me at the moment. I’m not planning to push my luck. If he decides to sit on Olsson, that’s none of my business.
Pulling on a heavy jacket and gloves Rhodes gave me, I decide I’m as ready as possible. I pick up my supplies before I can stress out about anything else, and walk out of the room and down the stairs to find Rhodes squatting beside the front door to wait. Princess Sunny barks when she sees me, alerting Rhodes of my presence, and he scoops her into his arms as he stands with his bags.
“Time to go,” I say, shuffling them out the door.
