Chapter 59
Isank back on the hard bench, wiggling to get comfortable on the lack of padding. What was left over of Bourne Pack sat near the front, a few rows away from where we sat. After they had been arrested at the auction, they posted bail but were now under house arrest.
In the months leading up to the trial, the Pack had tried to flee the country and were found near the Canadian border. One of the Alphas ended up making a run at the officer, and he was shot. He didn’t make it. After his death, their second Omega was found hanging in her room.
So all that was left were the two hunched-over Alphas staring at the judge, waiting as we all were with bated breath for the verdict. Darius and Nile Bourne.
They had the best fucking lawyers, but they couldn’t bury the truth, and that had cost them.
A unanimous decision by the jury—guilty.
I dropped my tense shoulders. After everything, I finally saw justice done. When I looked at Bourne Pack, they didn’t seem surprised, nodding and giving the impression of regret in the droop of their shoulders. I didn’t believe them at all.
Kyan had stayed at Candor News, working and handling the publication of the next article. Meanwhile, Elias and Sinclair wouldn’t leave my side, sticking close.
Icy realization hit me. I was so high on the verdict, that it took a moment to realize that I never heard the ‘without parole’ tacked onto the end.
Son of a bitch.
In a few years, would they find a way to use their money to get freedom?
Sinclair’s arm curled around my back, and he crowded into my side.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
Elias closed in from the other side. They were behaving like we were under attack.
The courthouse lights went out, and screaming erupted throughout. Chaos took over, but Elias and Sinclair pulled me down, their breathing suspiciously calm.
A loud pop echoed through the madness.
“Relax, it’s almost over.” Sinclair’s lips tickled the shell of my ear. I stamped down my surprise. Of course they knew what was going on.
The lights flared on.
“He’s dead,” a shrill voice cried.
Elias sat up. The row in front of us blocked the view. I narrowed my eyes at Elias, but I kept my mouth shut.
“Let’s get you out of here,” he murmured.
Sirens neared, and I was shuffled out by the two of them; they bracketed my body, protecting me as they shoved through the crowd toward the exit.
People ran in all directions, but my Scent Matches seemed to have a plan, carefully navigating me to the parking garage.
I was too numb to fight their insistence.
We reached the cover of the first floor of the garage, and Elias pulled his phone out. “Darius Bourne is dead.” He clicked his tongue.
Sinclair snorted. “Nile won’t survive being locked up.” And why did Sinclair sound like he was pleased with himself?
The car came within view. Darius Bourne was dead. The man who was the head of the snake. The world was a better place without that toxic Alpha, but holy hell, did they have something to do with it?
Elias unlocked the car and hopped into the driver’s seat, while Sinclair pulled the passenger door open for me. I hopped in and grabbed Sinclair’s arm before he retreated.
“When did you guys plan that?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shrugged, a smirk gracing his beautiful lips.
Sinclair shut the door. I looked over at Elias. He didn’t give anything away.
I settled into the passenger seat, pulled out my notepad, and dialed Kyan. I began to scribble down reactions and descriptions of what had happened.
“Kyan, call the team and have them start on the report,” I ordered.