Page 87 of Tied in Knots
“That’s soon.”
“Not soon enough,” he snarls and storms out of the office, leaving me a bit shocked by how this conversation ended up.
I look to Ben and Harvey to see if they are feeling the same way, and it’s pretty clear, they want this as badly as Sebastian does.
“Can you ask him to come back,” I croak out. “I have something to say.”
Harvey nods and goes to get him, dragging him back into the office miffed and growling. “What is it?”
“Get something straight on your end,” I say, standing up and jabbing my finger in his direction. “No matey, no baby. I will not be some whore you use to pop out your heir and then you throw me out on the street.” I know, IthinkI know that’s not what would happen, but an omega needs reassurances.
“When have Ievergiven you that impression?” he retorts incredulously.
“Like when you snatched me off the street!” I shriek. Okay, so this is becoming a huge problem that I can’t get past. I thought I could, but clearly, I still have issues with it.
He blinks but says nothing.
The room goes silent as the elephant parades around the room, and we all ignore it, stewing in our own thoughts and problems.
He can fix this with one action.
But he doesn’t.
And therein lies the problem which throws us into an impasse.
We don’t trust each other enough.
ChapterForty-Six
Xander
Needing to get away from the situation back in Sebastian’s office, I snatch my phone out of pocket and text Derek. He messages straight back with good news. Grimly, I grab a set of keys from the rack and slip outside. The black Bentley is all ready and waiting to go after being washed and cleaned inside, so I click the remote and get in. I start it up and creep as quietly as I can out of the driveway. I don’t want anyone to know where I’m going. Not just yet.
They will try to stop me.
There will be tears and recriminations, but I can’t sit on this a minute longer when someone is suffering abuse from a deranged prick. I may not know Faith’s mum, but I know Faith, and she would want her mother safe. The other alphas would probably take a different approach, but there is only one way to treat a bully and that is to give them something to shit themselves over.
That’s me.
I have no intention of letting Pete live, but I’m going to make damn sure he knows terror before he goes on his way down to hell.
After opening the gates, I drive through and close them, turning right and heading out onto the main road.
I like driving. I like cars. I understand how they work. If I had been made to go out and get a job, I probably would’ve tried to be an engineer. As it happens, I don’t get on with ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the population, so for me, working is not an option. Luckily, I have enough in my trust to give me the freedom to stay the fuck away from people and things. I’m just waiting for the day my bitch mother goes to hell and leaves the rest of the trust that is owed to me. But she is clinging to it with her crooked, claw-like hands. I hear she isn’t long for this world. Alone, washed up and shunned after what my bastard stepdad did to me, she has sunk into a bottle of vodka and hasn’t come up for air.
Good.
I hope she rots in it and hurries the fuck up. I need that money to start contributing more to the estate. I won’t be a burden to any fucker, not even Sebastian.
Pressing the accelerator down as soon as I get onto the motorway, I head North. The Bentley smoothly eats up the miles and it’s not long before I’m nearing the town where Faith used to live. Derek said to meet him at a petrol station on the outskirts of town. I keep my eyes peeled, and spot it as I turn the corner, he said it was on.
I pull in next to a beat-up old Vectra and get out. Derek is leaning against the car, giving me a sceptical look.
“Are you trying to get noticed?” he asks me, raising his eyebrow.
I glance back at the car and shrug. “Is he home?”
“Yep. You sure you want to do this?”
