Chapter 33 #2
Do I need them? Not really. My hands work just fine and my dogs are more lethal than most semi-automatics, but it would have been nice to be armed since I’m going in without any backup.
Then I thankfully remember whose truck I drove, and the level of paranoia that runs through my pack.
After the shoot out at Knotted Obsessions, Olive used her mobile armory to restock Dimitri’s truck then load up Leon’s Taurus.
She also hid things all over the barn and apartment, going so far as to duct tape grenades underneath the picnic table.
Our omega is either planning for another world war, an alien invasion or the zombie apocalypse, and we’ve been trying like hell to keep her from laying industrial fences with barbed wire all around the property.
If I hadn’t followed her to the gun range, or seen her practicing her self-defense training while she was at the shelter, I’d wonder who the hell my scent match was and what happened to the sweet little omega who mended my wound after I nearly cut my thumb off.
Reaching over the side of the bed, I grab the lid of the toolbox and rip it open, ignoring the fact that the key is in the front seat before I raid Dimitri’s stash.
I stuff a hunting knife in each boot then go for a double shoulder holster, tucking a SIG in each side before I use the back to sheath a machete.
The beretta goes in the front of my jeans next to the Bowie knife while two glocks sit in the top of the back, held tightly against me with my leather belt.
I stick a few extra clips in my pockets then grab the heavy chain with what looks like a scythe at the end, draping it around my neck in case it might come in handy.
Once I’m armed to the teeth, I break a few branches off of a nearby tree and use them to cover the truck, double check my dogs and their positions, then head toward the same loading bay door I used last time.
Right as all five of them start to open.
I run toward the closest one as two men dressed in tactical gear secure the door, pulling out the beretta and attaching the silencer while I quietly eat up the distance between us.
Both men drop to the ground, bullets between their eyes before they even saw me coming, and within a matter of minutes, I’ve taken out eleven bastards who must be from the same larger faction the other groups belonged to.
I head inside through the same entrance, glancing around each corner, checking behind each stack of rotting pallets and rusted barrels.
Sticking to the shadows, I move around what is clearly an established perimeter, walking just beyond the light as I use the dog whistle around my neck to signal my hellhounds to cautiously come inside.
Talk about deja vu.
This is almost step for step the exact same as the last time I was here.
At least, that’s how it feels until I finally reach the focal point of the layout and see motherfucking Hayk wind up and punch my girl in the temple.
It is taking everything in me not to rush in there and gut him like a fish and take Olive, chair and all, and get the fuck out of here but movement across the way makes me pause.
“I liked you better submissive and afraid.”
“Sorry to disappoint.”
I swallow a growl as I watch that dead man hit my mate again, aiming my gun in order to end this quickly, but Hayk moves too close to Olive as several men begin lining the circle, obstructing my view and I lose my shot.
Not that it matters too much. They’re all going to die tonight, I just want to make sure my omega is completely out of harm’s way before I kill them.
These guns are not to be taken lightly, and the right kind of shot could move through one of these assholes and find a home inside her body just as easily.
I blow the dog whistle again as I try to find a better vantage point, Hayk’s goons making it harder as they tighten ranks. I can hear my pups inching closer to the edge of the circle, staying hidden the way they’ve been trained while they look for their own openings.
“I’m not really disappointed, just pissed, and that means I’m not sure if I’m going to wait for your bonded pack to show up and kill you in front of them, or take you back to New York and put you to work for me again.
Either way I win, but I’m trying to decide if I want instant gratification or something more long term.
Then again, a bonded omega with the bites to prove it can be a hard sell back home.
” He punches Olive again, her head snapping back on her neck as Hayk looms over her.
“I do love a challenge, though. How about we let your mates decide.”
That’s more than I can fucking take.
I rush toward the circle of men, firing at will as at least a dozen more come out of nowhere, my dogs following my lead as they attack anyone they can sink their teeth into.
Someone jumps on my back as several bastards take aim, but I spin at the last second and they take out their friend instead while I use him as a human shield.
Chaos breaks out all around me as another large group comes crashing through the only actual door and just as I find an opening, a clearing in the sea of bodies and bloodshed, Hayk yells, “Now!”
And that’s the exact second this changes from a search and rescue, to sacrifice and survival.