Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Kodiak
He’s taunting me. This much is obvious, I just can’t figure out why. Or who he is!
It’s maddening.
He scent marks every trap I set, leaving behind rich chocolate brownies each time. We’re unmated Alphas. The scent can send us into a rut if we’re not careful.
If we don’t catch him soon, I might finally lose my fucking mind. At first, I thought he was trying to flirt with me. His intentions are less clear now.
He’s fucking with us. Fucking with our legit business as well as meddling in our less than legal business.
If I understood why, I could stop him. But even as good as we are, he’s better. Something that enrages me to admit.
We have a lot of enemies. The list is so long that even though I’ve spent the last few months narrowing it down, I haven’t fucking figured out why the hell an Omega would be after us.
An Omega!
We save Omegas… We killed our father for the sake of an Omega. Partly, anyway.
Why the shit would one be trying to kill us? Destroy us?
It makes no fucking sense.
Hayden is saying something about getting the Betas to walk the property when we leave out the back door when my arm snaps out, and my palm catches him across the chest.
We’re in the parking lot at Haze, about to head to the pawn shop. But something is off. Not right.
“If she applies, we have to give her the job,” Hayden urges, but I have no idea who he’s talking about.
“Shhh,” I hiss, as I tilt my head to listen. I don’t hear anything, so we move forward. We’re about four feet from the Jeep when I hear a click. I know that sound. Where do I know that sound? Oh fuck. I grab my brother by the back of his neck, and drag him away.
“Uh, rude. I need to be somewhere–” I neither care nor have time to tell him to shut the fuck up when I’m tackling him to the ground. Asphalt digs into my elbows, gravel embeds itself under my skin, but I hardly feel it as I brace…
For nothing. Huh. I was sure…
“What the fuc–” Ope, there it is. My Jeep explodes, the blowback slams my head forward, and the debris hits my back. Thankfully, nothing more than a few shards of glass. A tire rolls past us, and Hayden is yelling something that is muffled by the violent ringing in my ears.
The commotion sent people running in every direction, fleeing the danger, but our guys run straight for us, guns raised, eyes alert.
“What–fuck?” One of them says as my ears start to work again. “-bleeding! Call–” I’m not catching every word as I sit up with my back against a nearby car and examine my little brother. He’s unharmed for the most part. My body took the biggest hit, since I used it as a shield over his. His ears are bleeding, though. Nose too.
My former Jeep sits a short distance away from me with the doors blown open, missing a back right wheel, and flames licking at the night sky.
Things get fuzzy. The world blurring. Then I see Declan, my twin, and I relax. He’s unharmed, and if he’s here, he won’t let anything happen to our brother.
The world goes black instantly.
When I wake again, I’m being patched up in Declan’s office. I wasn’t seriously injured, just knocked out.
Dec tells me the Jeep is already being cleared out of the parking lot by our guys, and that security kept everything under wraps.
Thank fuck for that, at least.