30. Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty
M y hands clench in my knotted hair as another hour ticks by of my Omega being missing. I have never felt the kind of anger that I did waking up to find her gone.
Not only could I not find her in the Manor, that part of her in my chest is now quiet.
I can’t feel her anymore.
My girl.
The only person that I will ever love. The Omega that I saw my life begin and end with, gone. Missing from the spot she claimed in my chest.
They took her from me.
The only reason why I haven’t gone feral is because I refuse to believe that a world without Kennedy exists. I know Jax and Ledger feel the same way.
The former holds his arm tightly to his chest from where Maddox just pulled a bullet from. The bastard had the audacity to catch a ricocheted bullet. Figures .
The moment I saw the front door ajar when we got home, dread had instantly filled me.
We were unarmed and completely unaware.
It's a mistake that I will never make again.
My fingers trail absently over the gun I now hold in my hand, one I wish that I had got to before the fist of the assailant hidden behind the kitchen door jumped out at me.
Things might have been different if we had been smarter.
My father passes in front of me after giving the three of us a dressing down. His words all ring true though. We fucked up. Big time.
We should have prepared for something like this, considering it's almost identical to the way my mother was taken and killed by our rivals.
I can see the torment on each of my fathers’ faces. They are dreading history and its threat of repeating itself. Again.
The room remains silent after Dad finishes berating us like we are ten years old. I feel myself becoming twitchy. The need for violence thumps through my veins.
I have never had the thirst for blood like both Ledger and Jax do. Especially Ledger. It's almost like violence is written in his DNA. I have always been more of a peace marker. While I have never shied away from the violent side of our life, it has always taken a back seat.
Yet now, I feel like I am becoming one with that side of me. The Alpha that has been screaming to come out. The one that will raise the entire world to get their Omega back.
Shooting up from my position on the couch, I look at Papa who is nose deep in his laptop.
“Do we have anything yet? ”
My voice is a near growl, making all of the soldiers in our vicinity bare their necks in submission. It does nothing to my fathers and pack brothers.
He doesn’t reply to me for a moment as he continues typing away which only seems to spur on my impatience.
After what feels like a lifetime, he finally looks up at me, “I have been able to recover the footage that had been covered with a loop.”
Leaning over, I watch as soldier after soldier streams through the front gate. A device is held up to our security system and disengages the lock on the front door. I watch as a laptop is plugged into our systems, which is inevitably what left us completely blinded. I then watch as we pull up to the gates. My sweet Omega sleepy as she exits the car. I then watch the moment that we become aware of what was happening.
The utter terror on Kennedy’s face as we walk through the front door.
We should have turned around. We should have taken her to safety then come back. I don’t know what I was thinking, putting her in unknown danger like that.
I have failed her.
The footage just gets worse as we watch from inside the house as a masked man sneaks up behind Kennedy, wrapping a hand around her mouth and dragging her outside with him.
I admire her fight. I watch as she kicks and thrashes her body, determined to not be taken against her will.
I wish that we spent more time helping to train her. But when? We haven’t even had the time to be together .
It's only been days that she has been with us yet, it now feels like a lifetime since she has been taken.
It's only been hours.
A van pulls up just as she is brought down the stairs. The fight leaves her just before she is thrown in the back of the van. I can only partially see the moment she hears the gunshot go off. The utter devastation on her face as she unknowingly crumbles, allowing the man behind her to stab a needle into her throat.
I watch until the pain becomes unbearable. I feel a vital part of me shatter. They injected her with something that numbed our bonds to her.
I’ve heard about the serum that has been sold in the black market. It's hard not to when we oversee it all. But this particular drug has evaded us time and time again.
Now, it has taken our Omega from us.
I rub at the empty spot in my chest that has been niggling at me since I woke. It feels wrong to not feel her anymore, especially when I know that she is alive.
There's no other option.
Because if she is gone, there is no longer a reason to draw breath. My life is utterly dependent on her survival.
It may be dark and may make a lot of people question my sanity but I refuse to become the shells that each of my fathers now are. They don’t have a reason to live anymore.
Their reason is gone.
The empty spots in their chests are permanent .
“Do we have any other information?” I mutter, refusing to allow myself to continue my train of thoughts into something that I know will have the potential to crush me.
Papa nods, “I have run the plates on the van. Your Omega’s captors are complete amateurs.”
I don’t miss the silent dig which only makes this entire situation worse.
“They haven’t covered any of their tracks. It seems they only had interest in getting your girl and leaving. Traffic cams show them disappearing in the industrial district on the other side of the city. I can’t see where they are exactly but my guess is that they would be in amongst these buildings here.”
He pulls up a map, highlighting the block of warehouses he assumes she is currently in.
“Right, assemble the men. I want every single soldier available in that fucking estate. I want no stone left unturned. No one will leave until our Omega is safe.”
My words ring out to both my pack and my fathers who nod along with me. Ledger and Pa are already on their phones contacting the squads.
I don’t bother with any other pleasantries as I make my way out of the room and towards the armory.
I don’t change out of my torn and bloody clothes. I have no doubt that after all of this, they are only going to come out looking worse. No point in wasting anymore precious time focusing on fucking fashion.
I feel my pack mates close behind me as I make my way straight towards our assault rifles .
It's a no-brainer as I pick up my Beretta M93R as well as an extended magazine. I don’t want to take any chances. Not when it comes to my Omega. Not again.
I don’t let myself drift to thoughts of what could be happening to her right now. What these bottom feeders are doing to her. I know that if I do, I will lose my head completely.
Wrapping a belt around my waist, I attach a few knives to it. Going into an unknown situation like this, it is much better to be safe than sorry.
Before long, we are loading up into Escalades. Our highest ranking soldiers load in with us.
The drive to the warehouse district is silent. Each of us knows what is at stake. I know our soldiers are terrified of what our reaction will be if this mission isn’t successful.
If I’m honest with myself, I am too.
I run over our vague plan in my head before relaying it to the team Group A through the front, group B through the back. Apprehend as many people as you can. If worse comes to worse, shoot first, ask questions later.
Kennedy must be taken to safety immediately. Her coming out unharmed is of utmost importance.
I won’t accept anything less.