Chapter 87

Chad waited inside the living room of his small apartment, wishing Chambers hadn’t taken his phone away from him.

Then again, maybe he should just count himself lucky.

Until he’d blurted out that Peter Tank was his alpha, he was pretty sure that Chambers had intended to challenge him over his disobedience.

With two alphas standing armed guard right outside the door, he couldn’t have felt like more of a prisoner.

He still couldn’t believe that he’d been expected to kill someone who didn’t pose an active threat to his life or the life of someone he was guarding. What the fuck kind of shit was Tank Security doing here?

The door opened, and a pair of alphas stepped into the room. They were both taller than Chad—about Peter’s height—and they looked like the kind of guys he wouldn’t want to mess with.

These were the kind of alphas Chad imagined Merchant would select for his team.

“Brand, you’re coming with us. You have five minutes to pack up,” the guy on the left said. He had a scar running down the side of his face, and though his voice dripped with dominance, he wasn’t being mean or aggressive.

Chad made quick work of packing his bag and threw it over his shoulder.

“Did Peter send you?” he asked. He wanted to talk to his alpha, and the fact that Peter hadn’t called him made him feel simultaneously furious and abandoned.

“He’s bringing you home,” the guy confirmed. He shook his head. “I’d hate to be you right now.”

Chad licked his lips, suddenly nervous. “Why?” He hadn’t done anything wrong.

The guy on the right snorted. “You’ve humiliated him. He claimed you, and the first thing you do back on the job is refuse an order over a beta? Are you insane?”

“I wasn’t going to shoot an unarmed civilian in the back,” Chad said, angry.

The two alphas just stared at him.

“This isn’t any of our business,” the alpha on the left said. “Mr. Brand, are you ready to go?”

Chad nodded.

“Good. The chopper is waiting. Let’s go.”

Chad followed them out of the apartment, and they bracketed him like they were escorting a prisoner. It was humiliating. As they crossed the ground to where the helicopter waited, he saw Mick watching him from the crowd of curious onlookers.

Chad turned his head away, fury welling up inside him to eclipse his humiliation.

He couldn’t believe that this was the kind of operation Peter ran.

His parents had been right all along.

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