Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Isidro
Getting inside the mansion after ditching my backpack in a bush once I changed into my tux was child’s play. I know Harlan or Kyren can easily find it for me later if needed so that’s not a concern, but I do not suggest changing outside while it’s snowing.
It sucks and my balls might be frozen, but it got the job done and the cars aren’t drivable. Ironically, the alarms weren’t engaged on any of these vehicles either because they were all valeted and the estate is locked down.
Only an idiot would tamper with them, right?
Meet the idiot, because I removed the spark plugs from every car that I could. There were a few hybrid and electric vehicles, and those were the ones that my knife sunk into the tires.
The spark plugs are thrown into the snow by the gardens, and no one is fucking going anywhere.
The sound of a gunshot hits my ears through the comm as I walk, and it’s Silva’s scream after that alerts me she's in trouble while I walk through the mansion to see where I’m most needed.
No one around me says a word to me as I pretend to stroll through the rooms of the mansion.
I’m dressed the part of those in the estate, and there’s no reason to think I’m not one of them.
I’m also following a trail my girl doesn’t know she’s giving me. My location app puts Silva in Gideon’s library, and that’s where I’m headed. Thank god they all have tracking devices in their shoes, or this would be much more difficult.
I isolate myself from the other comms so that I’m only focused on my girl. Everyone else is perfectly safe, they have each other. Silva is alone, being the insane omega that I know her to be. And she’s in trouble.
Oh fuck, I can’t breathe. My anxiety is dancing the merengue on my nerves, because I have no fucking idea how bad things are for Silva, outside of what I’m hearing through her comm.
Thank God I’m still on my medication. My scent and designation are so locked down, it’s not even funny. No one will notice what the hell I smell like in a place like this, but I did take what Silva has told me in the past into consideration.
I’m wearing an amber cologne so I will have some sort of scent. This won’t make me stand out as much as smelling like nothing. As long as I don’t look and smell like an omega, I’ll be fine.
I can learn and adjust.
I have to when I’m infiltrating one of the most dangerous mansions in my career. I have to get to Silva.
Time feels as if it’s suspended as I walk, and I know that’s my mind attempting to protect me as I panic.
My heart is pounding, my heart feels like it’s seizing, but as I arrive at the hallway that leads to the library, I lock it all down.
Years of training and working with the men I love have taught me that showing your feelings is the best way to get yourself or others killed.
Not much time has passed, but it feels like a lifetime when a second gunshot goes off. No one reacts around me, and it’s as if this is normal.
“Wonder if I’ll get a chance now,” an alpha near me laughs. “I’ll join the guys for a cigar. That’s usually where Gideon pulls in the runner up when someone fucks up. Looks like two more omegas are back up for sale now.”
Forcing a discreet breath into my lungs, I will my body's muscles to loosen. Nothing bothers me, not their words, nor what’s on the other side of this door. I will lie all damn day is if means I won’t fuck this up.
Raising my fist at the door, I knock as everyone around me moves away. This could either go really well, or really badly. There’s no in between.
The door is ripped open by a large man holding a staff with hooks on either side, and I stand tall, curious if he’s the one who ripped the ceiling away from Silva. A huge section of a vent is gaping behind him, and his black tux is covered in dust and paint.
“What? We’re busy,” the man growls. The sound doesn’t affect me the way it would have as a younger omega. I’ve trained myself out of being affected by alpha barks.
I no longer respond, the hairs on my body don’t raise, and some days I wonder if I’m an omega at all. In times like these, it comes in clutch.
“I’m Alpha Michael’s guard and wanted to know if you needed any help,” I reply.
This could either be super dumb, or Gideon could get a sick sense out of getting me to help them after killing my supposed employer. I also doubt anyone will look to see if it’s true or not.
Things are too chaotic to fact check.
“Come in,” the man says with a curl of his lips, his hand lands on my shoulder and he yanks me inside with a snort of unkind laughter. “I guess you’re a little late because your employer is dead.”
The door slams behind me, and I get a view of people wrestling the gun away from Silva as she kicks and screams. In the chair nearby, an alpha sprawls with a bullet in his brain, and behind it is the guard that it appears Silva shot.
“Get the fuck off me! Fucking barbarians!” she screams, not comprehending that I’m here yet. Men surround her, beating on her body as if she’s a grown man, and not a tiny pixie omega.
I know she can handle herself, but this is a bit dicey. Thank fuck she did the shooting and not the other way around. The man in question is also deader than a door nail. My girl is an awesome shot.
“So it would seem,” I murmur to the hulking man beside me. “He didn’t pay his employees well so I can’t say I’m surprised.”
“Fuck. Quit moving! You’ve already cost me one good guard, you bitch,” Gideon growls on the ground, slapping Silva as he wrestles the gun away from her. “Since you’re here, come help me with this bitch.”
Knowing he’s talking to me since his tone changes, I pluck Silva from the body of people to stand in front of me.
She continues to fight me until I run my thumbs over her upper arms soothingly.
A guard wouldn’t be as firm and gentle as I’m being, and I need to get her out of her fight or flight mode so she won’t attempt to escape from me, or kick me in the balls.
Shaking her carefully, I clear my throat as I send her all of my love through our bond so she’ll recognize that I’m behind her. Breathing hard, she strangles her scream of frustration before she settles, which is fine.
Getting caught sucks, and Gideon isn’t someone who appreciates being one-upped.
He has a dead man in the room he didn’t kill, and he’s fucking pissed.
He’s currently holding onto the firearm, and the last thing I want is for him to use it on her.
Being her pretend captor will get her away from these assholes who want to hurt her, and gives me a chance to see what kind of shit we’re dealing with.
Tension flows in her body even though she knows I’m holding her, and I send her waves of reassurance through the bond as I take in those in the room.
I have several firearms on me, knives, as well as odds and ends that I feel are necessary.
The library has five alpha businessmen left, a man behind a computer, Gideon, and the man who answered the door inside.
The businessmen were the ones fighting with Silva funny enough, but I suppose inaction in Gideon’s presence gets you killed.
They all brush themselves off and sit down on the chairs, glaring at Silva.
“This mongrel needs to be retrained,” one of them snarls. “Is she one of yours?”
“Silva was a Doll, a long time ago. It’s the reason I increased our security. She and several others escaped,” Gideon explains, appearing less polished than normal.
I hate that term, and I appreciate that the Widows essentially renamed themselves in a way that suited them. Gideon is a fucking asshole.
His hair is messy, and he seems out of sorts.
In fact, it takes him a second to smooth out his clothing before he shoves Silva’s weapon in his pocket, and his pressed lips telegraph his displeasure before he makes a move.
His fists slam into her stomach as if trying to prove something, and her pained sounds make it hard to remain still.
We can’t move too soon, or we’ll both die.
My heart screams at me, my teeth grinding together so hard I may have cracked a tooth.
Yet, Silva continues to tell me how much she loves me through the bond while I keep my shit together.
It doesn’t keep the homicidal thoughts from unraveling, and I begin to imagine the way his skin will look when it’s peeled from his muscles. I bet it’ll be a pretty fucking sight.
“You’re an asshole,” Kyren growls in my ear. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he overrode everything. “Cavalry has been called in. We are clearing the house and killing everyone we come in contact with.”
The unsaid “take care of our girl” rings in my ear as I press a knife into Silva’s left hand as she wheezes from Gideon’s blow.
She hangs between my arms, appearing pathetic, even though I know that’s the last thing she is.
A gun is coming next, but I can’t move too soon.
Instead, I hold Silva up as she struggles to breathe, hating myself for every second of it.
While I’ve trained for this, and have had Harlan beat the fuck out of me on missions to prove his loyalty to the men in charge, Silva has not. She’s not a mercenary or any kind of agent. This should not fucking be happening right now!
I can still feel her glow of love through the bond to tell me she understands, but I continue to feel like the shit on a shoe tracked through puddles and gum.
Maybe I’ll let her tase me to make it even.
“Are you going to sell her? I bet I could put out the fire inside her,” another of the alphas says.
And we’re done here.
While they argue, they pay a lot less attention to the hired help. Easing my hands away from her arms, I keep my eyes on them all as I remove my gun from its holster and silently add my silencer to it before placing it in her hand with a warning squeeze to wait.