Page 9 of Knot a Tie
“Weird,” I murmur.
“Pardon?”
“No, nothing…uhm…hang on…” I focus and find the latch that lifts the base of the boot up. “Yes!” I shout in jubilation and then feel like a left tit that popped out on the red carpet. “It’s in here,” I add, in a deeper, more serious tone.
“Grand,” he says, stifling his laughter. “Let me just check your licence plate again.”
Slamming the boot shut, I come face to face with my new vanity plate. “H-0-T-0-M-3-G-A.” I shield my eyes with my free hand as he repeats it back to me, the laughter actually coming through now. Why, oh why, didn’t I stick with Omega228?
Oh, yeah, because Dad decided me driving around with my birthday on the license plate was a stupid idea.
“Can you give me a road name and landmark,” he snickers.
“Trebuchet Way, near the old mill,” I snap.
“Half an hour to an hour.”
“Thanks,” I say and hang up.
I turn to step back onto the pavement when I hear a car pull up behind me. Turning, I see it’s a black A8.
My heart hammers in my chest. I grip my phone; glad I’ve worn jeans and trainers to drive down to London. If I have to run, I can run.
I’m glad when I see a different car coming down the road. They overtake us and keep on going. I growl softly, wishing they’d stopped. Something about this A8 is making me seriously nervous.
The back door opens, and a man steps out. He is good-looking, but in a rough and ready kind of way. Dark-haired and unshaven for a day or two. As he approaches, I catch his scent and know he is an alpha. He smells like cedarwood. I back up, trying to get to the passenger door so I can slip in and lock the doors.
“You need some help?” he asks, his voice deep and a little bit scary.
“No, I’m good. The RAC will be here any minute.” Okay, that’s a lie and we both know it. No way would they be here in five minutes' time, and I’m guessing they knowexactlywhen I broke down…in fact, I’m starting to think they caused it.
I scramble to open the car door, but he lunges forward and grabs my arm, dragging me towards him.
I shriek, but he slaps his hand over my mouth. I struggle to get away from him, fighting like a hellcat scratching and clawing at him, but he doesn’t let go. His grip gets tighter. My bag half falls from my shoulder, tipping out some of the contents onto the pavement.
“Unmated,” he says, drawing in a deep breath. “Just as expected.”
He starts to walk back to the A8, dragging me kicking and screaming along with him.
“Let me go, you fucking arsehole!” I bellow, but what’s the point? He’s not going to let me go and there is no one around to hear me and help me. I kick him, but all that does is make him pick me up in his tree trunk arms and carry me squirming to his car. The next thing I know, I’m being shoved into the back of the A8, growly alpha is squashing in next to me and we are shooting off down the road as my abductor says smugly to his three alpha friends, “As advertised, one unmated omega.”
“Fuck, oh, fuck!” I scream, but I have no one to hear me and nowhere to go.
I am stuck in the back of this car with four alphas who want to do fuck knows what to me.
This is bad. This is very, very bad.
ChapterSix
James
“It wasn’t a Porsche,” I insist, not wanting to believe Spencer is telling the truth.
“Turn this fucking car around and go back, I’m telling you, that was her,” Spencer growls at me, his hand threatening to strangle me. He probably would try if I wasn’t driving, thus killing all of us.
“You’d better be right,” I snarl and search for a place to turn around.
As it happens, there aren’t any. We are on the so-called main road in this part of the country, but it’s narrow and deserted. I’m just going to have to risk it.
