“I know,” I tell her. “I’m sorry.”
“You can make it up to me later with lots of orgasms,” she says. “But for now, let’s get these fuckers loaded up.”
Nodding, we head deeper into the garage. Of course I have to go tripping over something, making it clatter across the ground.
One of the guys wakes up, sitting up in the chair, eyes wild. “What the fuck!” he barks.
We pause. “Sorry,” I grimace to Willow. Thankfully no one else wakes up.
His eyes settle on us, brows furrowing. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Who the fuck are you?” I shoot back.
“This is my fucking house. I’ll ask the questions,” he groans, closing his eyes.
I chuckle, “You’re pretty out of it. I don’t think you’re doing too much of anything.”
“Get the fuck off my property,” he growls.
“We will,” Willow tells him. “But you three are coming with us.”
“The fuck we are,” he spits. “Who the hell are you anyways?”
“We are Briar’s alphas,” I grin proudly.
“And you, are the pieces of shit who allowed their son to assault her,” Willow snarls.
His eyes widen. “That bitch is still alive?” he asks. “Where the fuck is she? I’d love to kill her for what she did to my son.”
“Not fucking happening buddy,” I laugh. “However, we gladly plan on giving you that exact fate.”
He tries to get up, but he’s still too out of it.
“What about Briar’s mom?” Willow asks, seeming to just now remember that she’s the reason these guys were her stepfathers.
“She’s dead,” the man spits. It’s hard to tell because this man looks to be in much rougher shape than the photos Lark sent me, but I think it’s Buck.
“Shit.” I turn to Willow. She gives me a worried look.
I’ve asked Briar about her relationship with her mom. She hated the woman, so I don’t think she’s going to be too sad about this news, but still. Knowing your only parent is dead can be hard.
“How?” Willow asks.
“Overdosed,” he mutters. “Bitch took our whole fucking stash and used it for herself. Karma got her.”
“Funny enough, karma is about to get you,” I tell him. “Hi, we’re Karma by the way.”
“Enough chit-chat,” Willow says. “We promised our omega a surprise, and we plan on delivering.” Willow grabs one of the syringes from the bag and hands it to me. “Wanna shut him up while I make sure the other two stay passed out?”
“Gladly,” I tell her, kissing her quickly before going over to Buck. Lark showed me photos of what they all look like. Drugs haven’t done any of them any favors as they’ve aged.
“Stay the fuck away from me,” he shouts, trying to get to his feet, but he stumbles back, his chair falling over.
“Not so fast.” I grab him by the leg, pulling him towards me. He tries to kick, but I stab him in the leg with the needle.
“You’re going to pay,” his voice slurs. “I’m gonna… kill… you.”
“Awe, that's so cute you think you have a chance,” I chuckle. “Night, night, little buddy. You're in for one hell of a time.”
