Chapter 35 #2
“What the fuck did you see?” I hiss. I feel as if I’m chasing a damn squirrel as he goes around a corner into a darker hallway.
Alesso growls under his breath, grabbing someone’s hair as that person attempts to slink off out a side door. My jaw drops as I realize it’s Ophelia. I didn’t see her at all. Alesso lost his calling as a tracker.
“Did you really think you’d be allowed to walk away from this?” he asks. “Oli and I killed your daughter, and we’re going to keep you for Isolde to deal with. I understand that you’ve hurt a lot of people.”
The look of pain as she screams is worth the lie. I hope Avery is trampled by everyone in the outer room and dies, but it hasn’t happened yet.
“Omegas are useless,” she screams, fighting Alesso as he drags her closer to me.
Afraid she may be hiding weapons on her body, I put my gun away and begin to search her.
“Help! Help,” Ophelia screams. “Someone!”
“I don’t think anyone is going to bother,” I say sarcastically, pulling knives and a garrote from the multiple pockets in her dress. Finally annoyed with the fabric, I take a knife and cut the dress until it barely hits her thighs.
“What’s all the screaming about?” Damon asks, coming closer. His omega is with Quinn, Linus, and Callum. They’re hanging out with Leila at Pack Kelly’s home, and Callum is handling any technical issues we may have.
We may need any cameras on the way home wiped of our presence. Too many people get caught in criminal activities by traffic cameras. I refuse to allow that to happen to us.
“I need zip ties and maybe some duct tape if you have some,” I sigh.
Damon and I watch as Alesso gets annoyed at her screams and holds her mouth closed as he bands his arm around her to keep her from hitting him.
“Ophelia, you bitch,” Damon mutters, pulling the items I need from his pockets.
Together, we zip tie her ankles and then while I’m securing her arms behind her back, Damon pulls out the tape.
“Ah, so you may have a sister,” I say awkwardly. “It looks like Ophelia and your dad had a thing together.”
“Ophelia,” Damon says darkly. “So that’s how you got my dad to back you.”
“Who said it was ever consensual?” she spits out.
“Karma kind of sucks,” Damon says. “Fucking over people so that they suffer what you have isn’t an excuse. Where is this sister?”
“Either dead,” I wince, “or attempting to escape the main room with two broken wrists and a gunshot wound. Sorry about that. She held a gun against Alesso and I.”
“I’ll find her,” Damon says. “I believe in cleaning up my father’s messes.”
He cuts off a piece of tape before dropping Ophelia face first on the ground to connect her ankles to her wrists with more zip ties. Lifting her so that he can wear her like a fucked up scarf in a fireman’s carry, he nods at us in goodbye and jogs away.
“I’m really glad he’s on our side,” Alesso mutters, taking off to climb the stairs to the stage.
Not seeing Isolde, I blow out a breath.
Where the fuck are you, Kitten?
Lucas
Tracking Isolde and Grant down behind the stage, I’m completely unsurprised that he’s doing exactly what I told him to. Isolde’s pupils are dilated, and she scans the room as he fucks her, but somehow the hyperawareness fits with the drugs she was forced to take.
Isolde raises her gun in my direction before she realizes it’s me.
“Lucas,” she gasps, and Grant bites down on her shoulder hard. I watch as their bond begins to snap into place as she screams, her body shuddering.
Well, that’s one way to do that.
“That’s not exactly the name I expect you to say when I’m claiming you,” he teases her.
“Hey,” I smirk, moving over to take the gun from her. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, darlin’.”
Blood and all. She’s absolutely covered in a way that would put Carrie from the movie to shame.
“Is Grant being good to you?” I ask, pushing her hair out of her face.
“Ye…es…” she says, her eyes rolling back as he pushes her over the edge.
“Good girl. Work off those nasty drugs. I need to find where she’s been making this shit so I can destroy it,” I mutter.
“Lucas,” she moans.
“I’m going to get a complex, Little Nightmare,” Grant chuckles, kissing her as he drags his knot along her nerve endings.
Adjusting myself with a wince, I clear my throat.
“I think she needs to tell me something, grumpy,” I tell him.
Isolde whines as Grant continues to tease her with his knot, while I roll my eyes.
“Her lab is down that way,” she gasps, having trouble with her words. “Did you find her daughter, Avery?”
“I think Oli and Alesso may have,” I admit. “She pulled a gun on them. They let me know that she was keeping them from the stage.”
“How…did they do that?” she asks.
“We’re all bonded to our alpha,” Grant growls. “Now, I want to hear you scream my name, Little Nightmare.”
“Do you want your gun back?” I ask her, amused as she takes it without a word. “Alright then.”
Walking in the direction Isolde waved me in, I raise my brow as Jed jogs over to me.
“Things are dying down. Shaw and Kane are executing anyone still alive that attended this disgusting event,” he says. “The feed also isn’t working apparently. Ophelia scammed a bunch of people who initially paid. Morris checked it out and turned it off just in case.”
“Great, thanks. Ophelia has a lab and I’m destroying everything now. She broke my pack’s bonds with Isolde, which means she has access to technology that she shouldn’t,” I explain.
“It’s possible to break bonds?” he asks, appearing ill.
The only people who know that Ophelia did this outside of my pack are Pack Kelly and Pack Dresmond. The less people who know it’s possible, the better.
“Yeah, the bitch is vile. Did you happen to see a young girl in that room by chance? Ophelia’s daughter is complicit in hurting my omega,” I explain.
“No. I’ll canvas the building with a couple of people. She won’t be able to get far without any access to a vehicle,” Jed says.
While we were surrounding the building, we sliced the tires of every vehicle in the parking lot. Oliver and Alesso walked onto the property after we dropped them off. There are so many moving parts to this rescue mission, and I’ll soon be able to breathe again.
“Do you need a little fire to make sure this place can never be used again?” I ask. The building can’t be rehabilitated in my mind. There’s been too much death.
“If you can manage an explosion, that would be much appreciated,” Jed says, walking backward. “Give me ten minutes?”
“Yep!” I agree, walking into the lab.
Pulling open the fridge, I begin looking over the different vials she has before disposing of them. I honestly may be a little more than ten minutes, because she was loaded for bear.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she was planning to leave the state with her daughter and start over in the drug business instead. Without a bubble of protection, selling humans isn’t worth the hassle I expect.
There’s too many different types of drugs and illegal medications for her to have planned anything else.
Any eyes on Ophelia? I ask Oli as I continue to destroy her stash.
Yeah, Damon has her. No idea where her daughter is. She and Rock Dresmond were fucking, Lucas. Damon is going to have to tell his brothers about this. Where are you? Oli asks.
Fuck me. It makes sense that Rock would have protected her if they had a kid together. Looking around the building, I decide that I need to ask Oli to look for all properties that have her daughter’s name on the deed. Maybe that’s how this place flew under the radar.
It’s conjecture, but it would make sense.
Ophelia’s lab. Go past the stage, hang a right and walk all the way down, I grunt. Isolde is with Grant working off the drugs Ophelia gave her.
What? Oliver asks, but I’m already tuning him out so that I can finish destroying all of this shit.
When I find a set up still on the counter, my lips snarl as I figure out what she was making.
The items that my researchers used to create the bond breaking medication are mishmashed together, but it appears that she had a lot of trial and error.
Her notes are all over the place on a pad of paper, and I decide to take that with me.
Paula didn’t give her any information about this because she didn’t have access to it. The bitch pieced it together on her own.
Throwing on protective glasses, I begin cleaning and destroying her work. Once I’m sure everything that she was working on is destroyed, I begin to make a highly flammable gas as Alesso pokes his head in.
“Are you playing mad scientist?” he asks. “Should I be worried?”
“Considering that I want to blow this place off the map, yes,” I reply. “Can you make sure that the building is clear of our people? This is going to need a little more time.”
“Uhh, do you have time to get out?” Oli asks, also standing in the door now.
“Yes, I’m not a martyr,”I sigh. I have more than enough time to make the gas, leave a burner going, and get the fuck out of dodge. “Go, please!”
They take off and I toss away the protective glasses once I’m done. Grabbing the notebook that Ophelia was working in, I begin to stride out of the room. Scanning the area for people, I keep moving toward the exit.
“Ready?” Kane asks, jogging over to me.
“Everyone out?” I ask.
“Yes. Isolde is with Grant outside, wrapped in blankets. I didn’t know someone could wear so much blood,” he says, sounding impressed.
“Then lead the way to the exit. That open flame is going to hit the gas pretty soon,” I say.
Kane pushes me in the direction of the exit, and I find that it’s the only one not chained up.
“Better hoof it,” he says.
Running, we open the door together and book it across the parking lot. I can see Isolde and my pack surrounded by everyone who’s been helping us, as well as Ophelia completely hogtied on the ground.
Windows explode behind us as the gas ignites, and Kane grins beside me.
“This is always my favorite part,” he says. “We may even get some air on this.”