Chapter 16 #2
“Do you ever wish Briar didn’t mask her scent?” Willow asks me as we pull back out on the highway.
“All the time,” I tell her honestly.
“You feel that pull towards her too, don’t you?”
I look over at Willow and nod, “Yeah. It’s kind of hard not to.”
“Do you think she’s our scent match?” Her voice is softer now, like she’s almost afraid to ask.
“Yeah,” I chuckle sadly. “I do. And it kills me that I can’t know for sure. But I won’t ask her to go off her scent blocker. That's a personal choice and her reasoning is justified.”
“I know,” she sighs heavily. “I wouldn’t ever ask her to do that either. I’d just like confirmation, you know?”
“I know, Hummingbird.” I lace her fingers with mine, kissing the back of her hand before laying it on my lap. “Just give her time. She knows how much we love her and how safe she is with us. She won’t be on them forever. Not if she doesn’t want them to start affecting her health.”
I’ve had this conversation with Briar before.
She’s been on them as long as I’ve known her.
And as much as I’d kill to be able to know what she smells like, I never pressed her on it.
Now I understand why she’s on them, but that doesn’t take away the fact that every time she gets a headache, or her stomach hurts that I’m not worried about there being long lasting damage and she’s feeling this way because of the scent blockers.
I just want my pack happy, safe and healthy. And I’d do anything to make sure of it.
“Being an alpha to two omegas is amazing. But god, they sure do love to keep us on our toes.”
“But we love them for it, don’t we?” I grin.
“We do,” she smiles.
Another hour later, we’re finally where we need to be. Pulling up to the address I found, I’m shocked by what we’re greeted with.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper.
“Are you sure this is the right address? It looks like a scrapyard had a baby with a car dealership.”
“Nope. It’s the place. Their business is stealing cars, fixing them up and then reselling them. Lovely career choice, right?”
“Totally,” she mutters. “It’s exactly what I’d expect from these lowlifes. How are we going to do this? Sneak in, knock 'em out. Or what?”
“By the sounds of the music blasting, we could sneak in easily,” I tell her. “You got the tranquilizers?”
“Right here.” She holds up the bag with a big grin.
“Let’s go get our girl's surprise.”
We park the truck under one of the trees, using its branches to help hide it. Not that it’s really needed. My truck is black and it’s dark out here.
The walk to the actual house is a nightmare. There’s trash all over the place, different car parts littering the ground.
“I swear if I get tetanus, I’m going to fucking kill those assholes,” Willow mutters, avoiding another piece of trash.
“Isn’t that what we’re going to do anyways?” I chuckle.
“I’ll bring them back to life and kill them all over again then.”
“You’re adorable, you know that?” I grin down at her.
“Just wait until I’m covered in blood with a heart in my hand,” she says with a cheeky wink.
“Hummingbird, I’d really like to not have a raging hard-on while dragging their bodies to the truck,” I groan.
“Oops,” she giggles. “Sorry?”
She is so not sorry.
We make it to the house. All the lights are off apart from the garage. Music is blaring but there's no talking.
Willow and I share a look before making our way around the cars until we’re against the side of the house.
“Maybe they're not home?” Willow asks.
“Then why would the music be on?”
She shrugs, “Let me go check.”
“Willow,” I start but she holds up her hand then shows me her gun with the other. “I’ll shoot them if they try anything okay?”
“Fine,” I mutter, knowing it’s not going to do me any good being over protective. She’s a badass alpha and can take care of herself.
She slowly makes her way around the side of the house. For a second, my heart stops beating as she disappears from view, but she’s walking back over to me a few moments later.
“What’s going on?”
“They’re out,” Willow laughs, shaking her head. “It’s almost too easy. Where’s the fight? I wanted my rush.”
“What do you mean by out? Like gone?”
“No. Like, passed out.”
She jerks her head back toward the house, telling me to follow her.
When I step into the garage, the sight before me isn’t what I thought I’d be seeing.
Three men sit in chairs, Buck, Mitch, and Ricky I’m going to assume.
And they are passed out, that's for sure.
One has his head tilted back, his lips parted as his chest rises and falls.
The other has his head on his shoulder, eyes closed and the last one is slumped over, looking seconds away from falling out of his chair.
“I hope they didn’t OD. Because that would be a waste of a trip. Plus, I really wanted to have my fun with these three.”
I’m confused for a second then I look down at their arms. They have rubber bands tied around them and needles on the ground.
“Pure trash,” I hiss.
“You sure these are our guys?” Willow asks. “I’d hate to kill the wrong people. Although, I’m sure no one would miss them.” She looks them over with her nose wrinkled.
“Yeah. I had all the files sent to me.”
“Files?” Willow asks. “What files?”
Shit. “Sooo.” I rub the back of my head. “I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to say anything, but now that I think of it, I’m stupid for not being upfront about it. You’re my partner and I know you wouldn’t say anything.”
“Say anything about what?” she growls.
“I didn’t exactly look these assholes up. I know someone who could get all the information I needed to do it for me.”
“Who?”
“One of Briar’s friends, Lark. She’s a computer genius, a hacker.”
“Oh,” Willow blinks. “Why didn’t you say so before?”
“Because I don’t know much about Briar’s friends, and what I do know, I’m not sure if it’s public knowledge or not.”
“Then how did you find out she was a hacker?”
“I asked Lexi if they knew anything about Briar’s stepfathers. She’s the closest to Briar. She sent me in Lark’s direction. When I told Lark what I was looking for, she was more open then I thought she would be. Those girls really would do anything for each other.”
“Okay then,” she nods. “I understand but next time, be honest please. I won’t tell anyone anything, ever.”
“I know,” I tell her. “I’m sorry.”
“You can make it up to me later with lots of orgasms,” she says. “But for now, let’s get these fuckers loaded up.”
Nodding, we head deeper into the garage. Of course I have to go tripping over something, making it clatter across the ground.
One of the guys wakes up, sitting up in the chair, eyes wild. “What the fuck!” he barks.
We pause. “Sorry,” I grimace to Willow. Thankfully no one else wakes up.
His eyes settle on us, brows furrowing. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Who the fuck are you?” I shoot back.
“This is my fucking house. I’ll ask the questions,” he groans, closing his eyes.
I chuckle, “You’re pretty out of it. I don’t think you’re doing too much of anything.”
“Get the fuck off my property,” he growls.
“We will,” Willow tells him. “But you three are coming with us.”
“The fuck we are,” he spits. “Who the hell are you anyways?”
“We are Briar’s alphas,” I grin proudly.
“And you, are the pieces of shit who allowed their son to assault her,” Willow snarls.
His eyes widen. “That bitch is still alive?” he asks. “Where the fuck is she? I’d love to kill her for what she did to my son.”
“Not fucking happening buddy,” I laugh. “However, we gladly plan on giving you that exact fate.”
He tries to get up, but he’s still too out of it.
“What about Briar’s mom?” Willow asks, seeming to just now remember that she’s the reason these guys were her stepfathers.
“She’s dead,” the man spits. It’s hard to tell because this man looks to be in much rougher shape than the photos Lark sent me, but I think it’s Buck.
“Shit.” I turn to Willow. She gives me a worried look.
I’ve asked Briar about her relationship with her mom. She hated the woman, so I don’t think she’s going to be too sad about this news, but still. Knowing your only parent is dead can be hard.
“How?” Willow asks.
“Overdosed,” he mutters. “Bitch took our whole fucking stash and used it for herself. Karma got her.”
“Funny enough, karma is about to get you,” I tell him. “Hi, we’re Karma by the way.”
“Enough chit-chat,” Willow says. “We promised our omega a surprise, and we plan on delivering.” Willow grabs one of the syringes from the bag and hands it to me. “Wanna shut him up while I make sure the other two stay passed out?”
“Gladly,” I tell her, kissing her quickly before going over to Buck. Lark showed me photos of what they all look like. Drugs haven’t done any of them any favors as they’ve aged.
“Stay the fuck away from me,” he shouts, trying to get to his feet, but he stumbles back, his chair falling over.
“Not so fast.” I grab him by the leg, pulling him towards me. He tries to kick, but I stab him in the leg with the needle.
“You’re going to pay,” his voice slurs. “I’m gonna… kill… you.”
“Awe, that's so cute you think you have a chance,” I chuckle. “Night, night, little buddy. You're in for one hell of a time.”