Page 17 of Knot a Tie
What aren’t they telling me?
Flicking my glare to Cam, I see him looking a bit out of the loop as well, but that’s not hard. To say he is all pretty face and no brains, wouldn’t be doing him a disservice.
“Dammit,” James growls. “Any chance of an address?”
“Weirdly, yeah, one in Southall, but whether it’s real or not, I guess that’s up to you to go and find out.”
“Thanks,” he mutters and then I hang up the phone.
“Jets?” I inquire gruffly, knowing something else is going on here.
“Mm-hm,” James murmurs, all of a sudden totally focused on overtaking a lorry and muttering about arsehole lorry drivers who overtake other arsehole lorry drivers on the motorway and taking up two lanes.
One of my pet peeves is being ignored. I don’t like talking so being forced to repeat myself is a crime against my nature. And it puts me in a really bad mood.
I lean forward, through the gap in the seats and grip Spence’s shirt, dragging him towards me.
“Hey!”
“What about the Jets?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t,” I growl. “I will throw you out of this car, and you know I will. I abhor lies and you avoiding this subject is an insult.”
“James,” he complains when I tighten my fist in his shirt.
“Let him go, Will. I told him to keep it quiet. We’re trying to find someone. He is apparently running with the Jets. They’d gone underground after kicking up a stink in the East End a few months ago, but clearly, they are back and abducting omegas off the side of the road.Ouromega, specifically.”
Grunting, I let Spence go. He huffs and puffs as I sit back. “Who?”
“Just someone. We were hoping to find him before we had a pack meeting about it. Can you trust me and leave it at that?”
I meet his gaze in the rear view mirror.
Idotrust him. He is one of three people I trust. The other two are also in this car. But I don’t like lies, and secrets are the same.
“Please don’t make me go into this now,” James says, his tone telling me all I need to know. It’s deeply personal, painful even, and he will talk about it when he’s ready.
I get that.
More than anyone, I get that.
Giving him a grim nod, I break eye contact and turn to glare out of the window instead, hoping that whatever,whoever, it is, it doesn’t upset the balance of our pack.
“So, are we going to find this omega now?” Cam asks, breaking the silence, having seemingly ignored the betrayal of the two brothers.
“Yes,” James replies. “We fucking well are. No one takes what’s ours.No one.”
Ours.
Ours.
Our omega.
The more I say it in my head, the more I like it. I hope that she is everything James and Spence want her to be, but if she has just been abducted by the Jets, she is going to be even more mistrustful of our intentions. That is something we can hopefully reassure her of, if her scent is what I hope it will be and that these two idiots in the front haven’t just built up in their minds because they haven’t been able to find her. I won’t allow myself to take this too seriously until then.
Only then.
