Page 13 of Knot a Tie
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls at me again and roughly lets me go.
He turns to face forward again, and I swallow, bunching my hands into fists and trying not to cry. Now that the initial shock has worn off, deep panic is setting in.
“Don’t worry, Blueberry-muffins,” Pinecones whispers to me. “As soon as you are verified, we’ll let you go.”
“Did you set me up with that plank?” I ask, tears pooling in my eyes even though I’m digging my sharp nails into my palms to try to stop it.
His sheepish expression says it all. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “No omega was going to come with us willingly.” His face turns grim.
“So you just took me? My cousin is expecting me soon and my parents will be wondering why I haven’t rung them.” They don’t know that I said I’d text. They could easily text on my behalf and my parents would be none the wiser.
“Please let me go,” I plead with him. He seems the most reasonable out of the four. Although, I couldn’t say for sure because the driver hasn’t spoken a word yet, nor even looked at me.
As we drive down the slip road and onto the motorway, I look back over my shoulder and remember my bag. I clutch it in front of me as a useless sort of shield and let out a soft sob.
Pinecones takes my hand and holds it gently. With every fibre of my being, I want to snatch it back, or bite it, but I don’t. It feels nice…comforting.
It annoys me on a level that I can’t even express but do nothing about because all of my bravado has vanished.
“I promise you; we will let you go soon,” he mutters.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think he felt bad.
I draw my hand back, knowing I’m being played. He is the worst kind of dangerous. Seemingly all sweet and whatnot, but as soon as he’s lured you in, bam! It’s too late and your heart is cut out. Maybe literally in this case.
It makes my own heart pound against my ribs. Sweat forms under my armpits and on my palms. I need to get myself together and get myself out of this, somehow or another.
You can do this, Rayne.
You have completely got this.
We pass a sign on the motorway, and I make a note. And another note at the next one.
Minutes pass in silence.
A horrible uneasy silence which I’m desperate to break. But that’s just my awkwardness at its best. I glare out of the front windscreen from my place in the middle of the backseat. The sky has gone darker, and speckles of rain start to fall. The driver switches the windscreen wipers on, and I watch them swish back and forth, back and forth.
“What’s your name?” Pinecones asks me quietly, startling me.
“Rayne,” I whimper, squeezing my bag tighter.
“Hi, Rayne,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m Richard.”
ChapterEight
Richard
My gaze is riveted to hers. Rayne. It’s the prettiest name for the prettiest omega. Her blue-grey eyes are brimming with tears she is trying desperately not to shed, and it makes me feel like a pile of shit for hurting her.
I wasn’t too keen on this hunt to begin with but went along with it because I had no choice. I kept my mouth shut and my head down. It’s my preferred method of dealing with things.
“Rrrrrichard,” she practically purrs at me, which not only bewilders me beyond comprehension, but sets the alpha inside me alight with the burning flames of desire.
The driver swerves, sensing the tension going up a few notches.
Rayne slides over the small gap between us and presses against me. She is quick to scoot back, but not too close to Bryan on her other side.
Mick turns around from the front, a salacious grin on his face.
