Barred
Jude
"They put bars on her windows!" Oren burst into the kitchen where I was busy prepping dinner.
"Bars? So she can't even stick her head out?" I growled.
"I texted her, but she's not answering." He dug his fingers into those curly locks and paced. "Jude, what the hell do we do?"
"We get her out of there. I'm done waiting." I strode out to the back porch and peered over the fence. Sure enough, there were strong metal bars over her window. The bastards hadn't been content with locking her door, now they'd taken away all her access.
"I'm going over." I grabbed the top of the fence, but Oren stopped me.
"They're all home right now. You can't get the bars off, Jude. As soon as they're gone, we go in and break her out."
My heart was racing, but there was no way I was going to leave my omega in that hellhole. We'd waited long enough for Santi to find some law or loophole that would let us take her.
That night, I couldn't eat. I was too busy thinking about Emilia and what she was feeling right now. I should have made one of the alphas bite her sooner. Then we'd have an inside view of her mind.
I picked up my phone and sent another message:
Jude: Are you hurt?
She didn't respond and I slammed the phone down.
"She's hurt. I know she is. That's why she's not answering," I roared. "We have to get her out of there, Santi."
"I know. I think I have a plan, now that they've done this."
"What? What the hell is the plan? Because we can't let her suffer like this!"
"If they're mistreating her, locking her in and the bars are proof, then we can have them remove her from the home."
"That just gets her tossed in ORC again," Oren sighed.
"No, not this time. I've been busy getting us designated as a safehouse for omegas. We still need to do the interviews, but I think we can have those done this week. They need to talk to each of you before we are official."
"A safehouse?" I cocked my head. "What do you mean?"
"OPA can't keep all the omegas who need help and if they're in trouble, they need an emergency place to stay, kind of like a foster home for omegas," Santi explained. "If we're a safehouse, we could take her in."
"Don't they have to assign you an omega?" Oren asked.
"Yes, but I have a friend in the OPA who is willing to help us get assigned the omega we want. He knows the situation and he's been helping me. We couldn't do anything earlier because it takes time to get the paperwork done and there was no proof she was being mistreated."
"Bars on the window might not be enough," I pointed out.
"We'll make it be enough," Santi said firmly. "That's our omega and we're going to get her.
"How long?"
"A week, two at most," he promised.
I narrowed my eyes. I didn't want to be without my omega for that long. But I could also tell the others felt the same way about her, so I wasn't going to be difficult.
"I'm ready to be interviewed whenever," Oren said.
"Me, too." I looked at Grayson and he nodded.
"I'm in."
"I'll get those scheduled then," Santi said, with a relieved look. "We will get her out, guys."
We better. If they didn't let us, I would go in and get her out myself, I decided. Two weeks and she would be in our arms one way or another.