Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
HOLLIS
The Chief of Staff fell over backwards to handle my concerns, and was so upset by the voice clip that he didn’t worry about where Dolores was. Instead, he decided that she’d abandoned her post, so she was fired regardless. They’re hiring someone in house to take over her job.
Walking out of the hospital smugly, I’m greeted by my bodyguard. While Trevor is a mafia son of good stock, he’s a recent transplant from Chicago. Cian said that he’s been wanting to prove himself, and keeping me alive is how he plans to do that.
Lovely. It shows how much I’ve been worrying the old man.
“Everything okay?” he asks, falling into step with me. His blonde hair has darker streaks throughout it, and I wonder if it’s natural or not.
“It is now,” I murmur. “I need to get to the office.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, walking me to the waiting SUV. I think that the bulletproof glass is a little over the top, but I suppose it’s better to be safe than sorry. My life is usually quieter than it has been recently.
Getting comfortable, I watch as Trevor gets in next to me.
“Next stop is her office,” he says to Briar. Yes, I have a female driver and I love that.
Nodding, she eases away from the hospital while I check my phone. I respond to emails, texts, and make a note to check Omega’s Link for anything important. I’ve been healing and playing house, but now it’s time to be aware of my surroundings.
Once we arrive at my office, Trevor walks me inside and then leaves. He’ll be watching from the SUV for any signs that I need his or Briar’s help, but I don’t think I need him in my place of business and Cian agreed.
For now.
Taking in a deep breath, I turn my laptop on and plug my phone in to charge.
Logging into Omega’s Link, I begin scrolling for any important news or blogs while I also listen to voicemails.
Most are people with questions for me or providing feedback about their previous dates, and I take notes for each one as I go.
Thankfully, there are only twelve to listen to, allowing me to turn my full attention back to the website.
Emilia has dropped a few podcasts, and I listen to them from beginning to end before giving the screen my middle finger and continuing on. I plan to start the ball rolling toward her demise. The hyperfixation has its claws in me, and won’t be happy until I handle it.
The Little Rabbit has a recent podcast, and I sigh as I hit play, leaning back in my chair. I haven’t been interrupted yet, but I have a feeling that could change at any moment.
“ A little birdie told me that someone related to a member at ROWS is getting ready to blow up the entire organization ? —”
“Thank fuck,” I sigh. Gwen Lauren is actually going to do the right thing. I can’t imagine this could be anyone else. I hope it’ll be soon, but I did tell her to message The Little Rabbit to find out everything about ROWS and Emilia.
My gut feeling tells me this is Gwen. I’ll go with that until proven otherwise.
I listen to a bit more of the podcast before making my own. My makeup looks good, the sun is giving me enough lighting that I don’t need to add a ring light, and my hair is fine. It doesn’t really matter, because I’m about to show the world how terrible the photos of my kidnapping were.
While John was looking for Nova, it doesn’t change the fact that these things still happen to omegas in Minneapolis. I think people need a bit of a wake up call.
Grimly looking at the camera as it records, I lean forward.
“Hi, everyone. I don’t know how much reach this will get, but I wanted to record a different type of video today.
I was walking through the downtown shopping area, buying some post-Christmas gifts, when a panel van came up sharply beside me.
Several men got out, with the intent to kidnap me,” I state.
“We all say that this will never happen to us, and I have self defense training. At first, I ran for my car, because I will always tell you to evade pursuit whenever possible. Then, I fought hard, screamed, drew blood, but they still got me into the vehicle and took me away. My point is that if this can happen to me, it can happen to anyone.”
Taking a moment, I shudder as I think about how awful it was. I’d do it all again for Nova, but it doesn’t change how terrifying it was while it was happening.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the trafficking of omegas, betas, and alphas isn’t a nighttime story that parents tell their children to get them to behave.
It’s real. I was given to someone who believed that he could buy me for his own pleasure,” I add.
“My body is no one’s toy. I am a fucking person. And so are you.”
Blowing out a breath, I struggle to keep my composure before choosing to stop hiding from my emotions. If I’m the Ice Princess, no one will believe me.
“I’m going to add photos of my injuries at the end of this for transparency.
Sometimes, it’s easy to forget that omegas have the ability to heal faster than others.
Granted, it’s not everyone, but some. Here’s where I get to the point of my story: if you’re able to go out in groups, please do.
If you can have someone walk you to your car, take the offer,” I sigh.
“I’m a hyper independent person, and taking help can be difficult. It’s not worth your life though.”
Swallowing hard, I choose to rip off the bandaid.
“While I’m on the subject, I want you to take a look at who you’re trusting as well.
If someone seems too eager to help you with something, ask yourselves why.
Traffickers sometimes disguise their actions by being helpful and sweet.
Please pay attention when on dates as well, as auction houses work with traffickers to bring in new ‘inventory.’ Lastly, be wary of organizations that attempt to limit your individuality and want to control you. These are red flags,” I add.
I continue on to name ROWS as an unsafe organization, and discuss how they funnel people to auction houses in order to sell them. The video is long by the time I’m done, but I add the photos of my injuries and then upload it.
Leaning back in my seat, I glance up to find that I’m still completely alone. Thank fuck for small blessings. Now, it’s time to get down to brass tacks.
Just another day as a business owner who wears many hats. Picking up my notepad from the desk, I begin to return calls and start making a mindless list for meddling.
Nova’s bed isn’t big enough for the giant men who are on and off Pack Ledger’s property.
I suppose I should start referring to it as mine too because Brice hates when I call it that.
He seduced me with several orgasms once I was well on the road to recovery, and then had me sign paperwork that is an amendment to the deed.
I’m now on it.
Once I’m done returning calls, I update the dating app to remove Pack Royal from it, and then buy a bigger mattress for my sister’s tiny home. Right now, Tyde, Caleb, and Lars are trying to find their rhythm with Nova.
It’s important that group sleepovers be on the table now that Dolores the Twat has been removed as a problem.
“Why do you look so happy? It’s a little scary,” Cian says from the doorway.
“It’s a great day to create chaos,” I smirk. “Come in and tell me what brings you by.”
Yep, just another normal day for me.
brICE
“We could have this meeting at home,” I grumble. “It’s only us.”
“I have a date with our omega in her nest with a butt plug,” Remy grunts. “Let’s get this done so that I can show her how naughty omegas get fucked.”
“That’s not helpful to this meeting,” Malcolm groans. “I hate having to think when all the blood is traveling in the wrong direction.”
Felix snorts, reaching forward to conference call with several of our distributors. It’s a routine meeting, something we do a few times a year to see what new inventory we can introduce or create.
“Gentlemen,” one of the managers we work with regularly says, popping onto the television screen in front of us.
The rest join the call, and Remy’s finger begins to tap lightly on the table. I don’t even think he realizes that he’s doing it.
“Remy, you have the floor first,” I say. I can tell he’s brimming with ideas.
Nodding, he launches into questions about monster dildos with larger knots, anal toys with tail attachments, and bringing in a larger assortment of bondage equipment. The men and women on the screen write furious notes, making me smirk.
Usually, companies think they’re going to be pitching to us, but that’s not the case. We want them to cater to our clients’ needs, and we have a suggestion box on our website for what they’d like to see from us.
I’m sure that some of what Remy is suggesting is coming from there.
“So what do you have for me?” he asks, smirking.
It’s fun to throw these people off their game, force them to work harder, or come up with something exclusively for us. They all take turns replying to Remy, and together, we work through their suggestions.
Honestly, there’s no way we could do this at home. Not because Hollis doesn’t understand, she does. We just wouldn’t be able to concentrate with her scent surrounding us. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how addicting she is.
I also will never take her health for granted either.
Before I know it, we’re driving through the gates of our property, and I see that Nova is home. Her van is the only one in her little driveway, and since Hollis was picked up this morning by her new driver, so is hers.
I’m not sure if she’s there, so I glance at Felix.
“She’s home,” he says, checking his phone.
We decided as a pack to be psychotic and inject a tracker in her ass while she was sleeping. She hasn’t noticed, but Felix’s leading questions are going to get us all caught since we haven’t told her yet.
Just because we’re upstanding citizens, doesn’t mean that we won’t do what we need to be sure she’s safe. There have been too many close calls.
Malcolm parks while we all get out, and I smile when I find a note just inside the front door to the house telling Remy to go find her.
“I fucking love her,” he chuckles, jogging upstairs to her nest.
Turning over the paper, my brow wrinkles.
“You little shit starter,” I curse.
“What?” Felix asks. “Is this about why she was at the hospital today?”
“She had a check up,” Malcolm reminds him. “It’s really creepy that you track her movements.”
“I watch you too,” Felix chuckles. “It’s part of my charm.”
Eyes rolling, I shake my head. “We have to convince Nova to leave her house. Hollis ordered a mattress for her and she wants it to be a surprise.”
Malcolm growls under his breath, but pulls his phone out of his pocket to dial someone.
“Lars, get your ass out here and take Nova to dinner,” he says. “I don’t fucking care where as long as you treat her right and keep her out until…”
“Eight at least,” I murmur.
“Eight thirty,” Malcolm amends.
He listens for a moment before shaking his head. “Sister prerogative. Hollis needs this,” he grunts.
I guess Lars agrees, because Malcolm hangs up a moment later.
“That was smooth,” Felix chuckles.
“Well, it worked,” Malcolm sighs. “It also reminds me that I need to call my little sister. I want to make sure she’s okay. The rest of the family can go to Hell in a hand basket.”
“Remember our fathers weren’t involved in this,” Felix says. “It’s a really fucked up situation.”
“It’s hard to imagine that our families really feel like this about us,” I murmur, walking to the living room to sit.
Hollis gave the furniture company Malcolm’s number to call for any issues that come up so she can be happily railed by Remy. Smirking, I shrug. I’d much rather this be my life than deal with bigoted family members.
“The writing has been on the wall for a long time,” Malcolm says. “It’s nice to stop pretending that it’s not. Their numbers are blocked, and it’s so fucking peaceful now.”
Hollis screams and I grin, but I know what he means. Unbuckling my pants, I raise my brow at Felix as I pull out my cock.
“How do you feel about getting on your knees like a good little slut for us, Felix?” I ask, pulling off my shirt and tossing it aside. We have some time before the furniture gets here.
Felix grins, stripping off his clothing before falling to his knees. His hands move behind his back, while I praise him for being such a good boy. His mouth opens wide to suck on the crown of my cock, and Malcolm tosses his phone aside to pull off his clothes.
We always have a bottle of lube close by, hence why it’s not a surprise when Mal pulls it out from behind a couch cushion. My grin turns into a groan as I pull on Felix’s head to take more of my cock.
Mal drops to his knees as he crowds Felix’s body, pressing against him. I can tell by the way that Felix swallows around me that he can feel Malcolm’s thick cock against his back.
“Are you going to be good for your daddies and take both of our cocks?” Mal growls, covering his fingers in lube before pushing them inside Felix’s tight hole.
My eyes roll as Felix swallows more of me.
“I think the little brat does want our cocks. Fuck, that’s so good,” I groan. “We may as well have fun before the furniture gets here.”
There’s nothing wasteful about this afternoon at all.