Chapter 55
Nico
“You’re not so alpha when the fight isn’t with a woman or an omega, are you?”
Leaning forward, I rest my face on my hand. The man at my feet pants, a hacking cough being the only answer I receive.
From my chair, I drag him up by the collar of his shirt. “This is how you dragged her out, right? Did that make you feel tough, throwing her into the rain?” I toss him forward, making him land on the floor with a sharp thud.
Ian Hale wheezes, the air having been knocked out of his body. Getting up, I walk over to him. He raises his hands up in defense, but I place a kick to his ribs instead. He folds, clutching his stomach.
Squatting down, I grab a fistful of his hair. The last time I saw it, it had more color. It’s graying fast, in a way that doesn’t suit his orange jumpsuit. Pulling him up to look at me, I examine his battered face.
In all likelihood, the bruises and black eye on it are from my brother Emilio’s guys.
They’ll be getting him from the inside for the rest of his sentence.
If he ever makes it to the outside, he’ll have to deal with us, like his two sidekicks are while they await trial.
The thought makes me smile. At the sight of my glee, he tries to break out of my grip.
“What, you’re not having fun?” I hold him tighter, not done examining his appearance. Some of the scars must be from our work and Ariana’s umbrella. Pride and renewed anger surges through me.
My pretty girl was so brave. But he never should have put his grubby hands on her ten years ago. Spitting on his face, I draw my fist back again. Once I’ve attained some temporary satisfaction, I let him go and tag in the next alpha.
“My turn?” Jason smiles at me eerily, cold rage flowing through him.
“He’s all yours.” I clap him on the shoulder, shutting the door to the warden’s office behind me as I exit.
Wiping the blood off my hands onto my shirt, I pull my phone out of my pocket as it buzzes. Smiling, I tap on the image.
“Look.” I hold the screen out to Sebastian and Evan, the two still waiting for their turns to be tagged in. It’s Ariana at art therapy, smiling up at the camera.
“Cutie.” Evan smiles fondly as Ian’s strangled cries come from the room.
It’s a good thing he’s an alpha, one with enough dominance to lead a pack too. The faster his body recovers, the more beatings he’ll be able to take. I don’t think any of us are going to be done with him anytime soon.