9. Theodore
Chapter nine
Theodore
W alking away from Mia was torture. I didn’t want to leave her side ever again, but I understood that after two failed kidnapping attempts, it was vital for her to learn to trust us, which meant to come with us willingly this time.
“Do you think she’ll come?” I asked as we got in the car.
“I think she will,” Hollis replied. “She looked like she was becoming comfortable with us.” “What do we do if she doesn’t come out?” I asked.
“If she doesn’t come out, then we’ll figure out how to help her without her cooperation,” Aiden growled from the driver’s seat. “I don’t care if we have to lock her up in a dungeon under twenty-four-hour observation until she comes to her senses.”
“I don’t think it will come to that,” Rome replied. “All we have to do is deactivate the implant for her to know we weren’t lying to her.”
“What do you make of the assassin stuff?” Hollis asked.
“I love it,” I replied. I didn’t mind if my mate was a little bloodthirsty. Blood was my favorite thing on the planet— or it was until I met my mate. I couldn’t wait to be able to lose myself in her with my... pack? I guess sharing a mate meant we were officially a pack. It felt nice. When we finished dealing with Parote and possibly the Guild, I would demand we run away to a secluded island where no one could bother us until I got my fill of her. I suspected I never would, which was just fine by me.
“Big surprise there,” Aiden laughed. “Of course you love it. It doesn’t bother me. Seeing her kill the man last night was a definite turn-on for me.”
Rome grunted in agreement. “I think it was a turn-on for all of us,” he said.
“I was surprised by it, but I’m not as opposed to it as I would have thought I would be,” Hollis admitted.
“Do you think she’ll help us take Parote down?” I asked.
“Once we show her the video, I don’t think we’ll be able to stop her,” Hollis replied.
We fell silent as we watched the door to the truck stop like hawks, perking up every time the door opened, only to be disappointed when Mia wasn’t the one exiting.
Come on, Mia, I thought, trust your gut and trust us.