Chapter 6
SIX
LEON
Gravel sprayed from beneath the tires as Leon swerved beneath the underpass, aiming for the two cars right where they were supposed to be.
One looked as if it’d been through a shredder, bits of chrome and steel dangling against the scarred paint job.
He was surprised the vehicle made the journey there.
“What the hell happened,” Leon demanded as he launched himself out of the car towards Silas and the men clustered behind him.
“All hell broke loose, that’s what.” Silas grimaced as he pointed to the wrecked vehicle. “And you’re paying to fix that.”
“Hell I am. I didn’t tell you to crash into her!”
“Wasn’t her, jackass,” Silas snarled as he leaned against a pylon.
Leon took a moment to really look at Silas and his men. Many of them sported stained bandages and ripped clothing. All of them held an aggressive air of a fight not finished to their satisfaction.
“What happened,” Leon asked again, forcing his body to relax as he unclenched his fists at his sides.
“Someone was chasing her,” Silas snapped, shoving away from the pylon to take two stalking strides away from the support before turning to take a handful more in the other direction.
“Chasing her?”
“That’s what I said. They were firing at her car. We just happened to get into the right spot to ram them to let her get away. We couldn’t follow after that.”
“Did you get the bastards,” Leon demanded.
“No,” Silas said in a quiet voice, though the raging heat in his deep brown eyes said he was anything but calm. “They had another car following, I’m guessing to split up after they got hands on her. Best description I can give is an older guy and a younger one, the rest were your average henchmen.”
“And you have no idea where she’s at now,” Leon said through a low growl, rocking back onto the balls of his feet as he considered the implications.
“None.”
She could be anywhere in the city by now. In the hands of someone who meant her harm or safely locked away. It didn’t matter which, because Leon didn’t know. He couldn’t reassure the nagging heat building within his chest that there was a purpose or a reassurance.
“You’re going to find her and tell me where she is,” Leon said, turning to face Silas.
Whatever the other Alpha saw in his gaze pushed him a faltering step back, head bowing before the onslaught. “Of course. We’ll check out that guard you told us about.”
“See it done.” Growl building to a quiet roar, Leon stalked back to his car. Slamming the door shut behind him, he revved the engine hard before spraying gravel as he peeled out of the embankment onto the nearby highway.
He’d find her. Had to. Leon didn’t know why it was of such importance to him, what he felt he owed to the waif like creature that ensnared his thoughts far too often these past few days. He just knew he had to do it.
Cruising through the busy streets at a rate of speed that was dangerous on his best days, Leon made it back to his home.
Engaging all the locks, he stormed to his study where he threw himself into the chair behind the desk to tap out the password on the keyboard, bringing the computer to life.
Staring at the glowing screen, he realized he had no idea what to do first.
Silas was better at finding people than he’d ever be and starting the search would be more hindrance than help at this point. There was little for Leon to do at all until they found the young Omega.
As his eyes glossed over the numbers ticking off his screen that were far more important than some woman, he imagined what he’d do the moment they found her.
He’d wring her delicate little neck for being out in the city like that for a start. What business did an Omega in her position have driving around in areas she shouldn’t even know about? And what’s more, why did her single remaining guard allow it?
He would be first to meet Leon’s ire, now that he thought about it.
Yes, the Beta would understand what it meant to endanger a blooded Omega.
To anger an important Alpha. If she’d stayed at home as she should have been for at least another night, all would be well.
But she’d left the sprawling mansion. Abandoning it, if not in the dead of night, with as little fanfare as possible.
Silas had sighted no moving vans, nothing denoting she was doing anything but going somewhere with every intention of returning.
Surely her entire life didn’t fit into a sad, old sedan.
That troubled him even more.
Growling low in his throat at the way this ridiculous woman frustrated him, Leon focused on the rapid-fire numbers scrolling across his screen. Noted the many emails and memos he’d yet to respond to that day.
His businesses wouldn’t run themselves.
Rising to pour a measure of whiskey into a glass, he settled back into the chair with a quiet sigh.
Work was just the thing he needed.