Page 11 of Knot a Tie
“There!” Spencer exclaims as we hit a junction which leads onto an actual main road, with cars whizzing up and down it, heading to and from the motorway.
“Nope, not it,” William says. “Wrong reg number.”
“What?” Spencer says, turning in his seat.
“The one that drove past us was newer, a 71 plate. That one is a 20.”
“How the fuck do you know that?” Spence bellows, panic in his voice.
I cast a glance at him, as I pull up behind the A8 at the red light. “Are you sure, Will?”
“Positive.”
“Fuck!” I slam my hand on the steering wheel. “We’ve lost her.”
“No!” Spencer says and shoves the car door open.
“Spence,” I growl, knowing the light is going to change any second.
We watch as he raps on the window and starts shouting at the driver.
“Fucking hell. He’s going to get himself arrested in a minute. But where the fuck did this knobber come from? The only car in front of us was the other Audi.”
“We passed a couple of side roads,” William informs me.
Ah, okay. That makes sense. And I did not see them, so focused was I on not careening off the road. “Buuuut, couldtheyhave gone down one of the side roads?”
“Possibly.”
“Fuck.”
Spencer, yelling obscenities to the poor hapless driver in front of us, gets back in and slams the door shut, absolutely fuming. There is no doubt in my mind that his whole, ‘we talk about letting her go’ speech was the biggest pile of horse manure that he’s ever shovelled in my direction. And there’s been a few mountains of it over the years.
“Not them,” he grits out.
“You don’t fucking say.”
He fixes me with that angry glare that makes me fully aware that he is about to do something…Spencer-ish. We don’t like to talk about it in real terms, but he has a temper that far exceeds my own and seeing as he isn't the prime alpha of this pack, he gets to let his loose more often than I can.
“So, which way?” Cameron asks, so not reading the room.
The light turns green, and I have to make a decision. North or South.
I head South, back towards London.
“I’ll ring Jones and ask him to track the reg number,” William says after a pause.
I heave a sigh as Spencer turns to him and hisses. “You have the entire number?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you only telling us this now?”
“I was waiting to see if you got yourself into some shit by acting like a knobbing lunatic,” Will growls. “Someone has to watch your back when you fly off the wall.”
Spencer scrabbles over the back of the seat to reach the enormous alpha, bumping into me and sending the car swerving dangerously all over the road.
“Fucking hell, man,” I snap, my temper breaking under the strain and outright aggression wafting around the enclosed quarters. “Will, just do it and Spencer, sit your fucking arse back down before I pull over and kick it back to London. Got it?”
