Chapter 25 #2
“Did Olsson call you and say here’s your omega, come kidnap him?” I ask.
“Does that sound like something he would do?” Rhodes snorts. “Sky was able to use his concern for you to get an address. He stuck you with the syringe just before Olsson’s grandmother showed up. Olsson couldn’t kick up a fuss without upsetting her.”
“She suggested I buy you flowers if I’ve upset you,” Skylar says, coming back into the room. Picking up a gorgeous vase of them, he moves the flowers closer to me. “I can be taught, but I’m more an acts of service kind of guy. Why don’t you ask me who’s in the rug? You’ve been glancing over at it.”
“Since you’re being so kind as to give me permission to discuss the elephant in the room, who is it?” I ask sarcastically.
Rhodes picks up a pair of scissors and drops to the floor so he’s beside the rug.
Whoever is in there begins to move and groan, which seems to offend my alpha.
Frowning, Rhodes strikes the rug with his elbow.
It’s impossible to know where he hit this person since they’re all wrapped up, and my breaths are shorter as I watch Rhodes.
“Stop playing with the prisoner, Rhodes,” Skylar says, sounding bored.
“Aren’t I the prisoner?” I snort.
“Nope. You’re the gorgeous omega who's going to enjoy our whirlwind grovel,” Skylar says. “I need you to understand there is no line we won’t cross for you. The second we saw you in Los Angeles, it’s like our brains were rewired.”
Biting my lip to stay quiet, I watch as Rhodes begins to cut the duct tape holding the rug closed.
I don’t want to tell them I felt a pull to them even when I had no idea who they were to me.
I refuse to explain why I’ve been running from them, or how much it hurt when I thought they were playing me.
Rhodes glances up, and I realize I forgot about the bond again.
“You can be as stubborn as you want, but I know you love us,” he says. “I also know you feel betrayed. You were never some fucked up game, Little Viking. You’re simply ours, and to belong to us is all-consuming.”
Heat rushes over my body as tears burn at my water line, and Rhodes refuses to break eye contact with me until the first tear slips free.
My dick is still at full mast in the air since I can’t put it away myself, and no one else thought it was important. I’m leaking from my eyes, cock, and asshole, and it’s a very confusing experience. I’m very angry and hurt.
Those things haven’t changed as much as I’m still attracted to my alphas, and the way they speak to me makes my blood burn in my veins in the best of ways. However, this relationship isn’t healthy or equal, and I can’t live like this.
“I think we can all agree you’re a flight risk,” Skylar says, folding his arms over his chest. I stare at him blandly and he nods as he sees he has my attention. “Exactly. We were hoping you’d fall madly in love with us and decide you felt safe enough to stay, but Fishman has a big mouth.”
“Who is that guy anyway?” I ask. I’m waiting for him to lie to me again, and Rhodes pauses his work to glance at Skylar.
“He’s someone we use when we need information. Fishman also cleans up our messes, gets us materials when we need them, and he found you when you went off the grid during your heat,” Skylar says. “He’s a hacker with no morals. Do you remember the night the team went to the bar?”
“Not all of it,” I admit. “There are fuzzy parts that don’t make sense.”
“You were drugged at the bar,” he explains. “Not by us! There was a fan who was very adamant about fucking a hockey player, even if the guy wasn’t conscious during it.”
“Fuck,” I whisper. “I remember that guy. He seemed so normal.”
“We stayed behind to watch when the team left and the fan wouldn’t stop talking your ear off. He talked you into drinking a drugged beer, and then held your dead weight while he walked you out of the bar,” Skylar explains.
It feels as if my body’s been dumped into cold water, and I shudder at the thought of being at someone’s mercy like that. God, that’s one of my worst nightmares.
“And then?” I rasp.
“We followed you two out of the bar, made sure you were safe, and then Skylar and I killed the rapist. I don’t care if he didn’t have a chance to do anything other than drug you, the intent was still there,” Rhodes growls.
“Skylar made you take something to puke up the drugs, and then we took you home.”
“Your apartment wasn’t safe,” Skylar grunts like a caveman. “It didn’t smell like you were happy, so we did what we had to do. Fishman made sure the cameras were erased after we killed the fan, and he went to your apartment while we were at practice and flooded it.”
Rhodes cuts the rest of the duct tape apart and allows the rug to open, revealing a bound and gagged man. Rhodes’ fingers pinch his chin, forcing his face up so I can see who he is.
“Coach Foster?” I ask, confused.
“Got it in one,” Skylar purrs. “While he’s now retired, he’s still working with kids. What he did to you was predatory behavior and inappropriate. Believing all omegas will be raped for their ‘weak’ designation is disgusting. There was no reason for him to scare you like that.”
“So you have him here to…”
“Show you what happens when people cross me and mine,” Skylar growls.
Whimpering, I can’t control myself from perfuming, and my alphas grin.
“Now, to have some fun,” Rhodes says, standing to pull out a roll of plastic. “We’ll never get our deposit back if we get blood everywhere, and torching the place isn’t an option.”
I suppose that makes perfect sense in his head. I’m too turned on to be able to wrap my head around this.