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Groaning with frustration, I turn over again and curl up, pulling the duvet over my head and leaving the TV on for a bit of background noise.
Still emotionally battered and exhausted, I close my eyes, and it’s not long before I’m drifting off to sleep again, needing it to recover from the last few day’s events. Dylan’s autumn leaf eyes pop into my mind’s eye. His slightly wicked smile, which speaks of a thousand promises, fills my dreams.
I feel my lips curve up as I drift away on a sea of half-awareness, guiding the course of my dreams to a very satisfactory conclusion before I zone out completely, only waking up for a few minutes to go to the toilet before I hibernate again, hoping I can stay in my nest for as long as possible before I have to emerge and start living my life again. Not to mention eat something proper, but that can wait. Blissful oblivion is my priority.
ChapterNineteen
Elijah
I have barely leftmy bedroom for the last two days, in a complete quandary over what to do about Morgan Happs. Every alpha cell in my body screams at me to go over there and claim her body and soul, but my head knows I have to do what’s right. This will affect not only us but her as well. And I don’t mean in a life partnership way, but with how it will look. I don’t want any dirt thrown on her because of this, and if people are talking behind her back because of somethingwedid, I couldn’t live with myself.
I replace the weights I’m lifting as my phone rings and pick up a towel to wipe the sweat away. I’ve been working out non-stop to try and ease some of this aggravation. I don’t even know if Nik or Kaleb cancelled the omega who was meant to come back. No one has been near me since I stormed out of Dylan’s room.
“Yeah?” I bark into the phone, even more pissed off that my workout was interrupted.
“Eli.” Jeremy Halstead’s voice comes down the line. “We have a small situation.”
Instantly, I’m on alert. “What is it?”
“One of the Happs fuckers is going to roll, but he has a request.” He sounds shady as fuck. I don’t like where this is going one bit.
“Oh?”
“He wants to see Morgan.”
My heart thumps. “Which one?” I grit out. Not that it makes a damn bit of difference.
“Pierce. He said he would give us their supplier if he can have an hour with Morgan.”
“And the others don’t know about this?”
“No. We offered them each a deal for a lighter sentence if they grassed. He took it.”
“They’ll kill him if they find out.”
“Not our problem.” His cold tone sends a shiver down my spine.
No, it’s not,butit is Morgan’s problem, and she ismyproblem, so this all rotates in a fucking vicious circle.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask. He clearly has a particular assignment for me, or he wouldn’t have rung me.
“I can’t face her, not after what I’ve done to her. She has every right to be hurt and upset, and she’s ignoring my calls. She probably blocked me. I don’t want to go over there and potentially blow this thing up so that the opportunity vanishes into thin air.”
“And?”
“I need you to go to her and tell her that Pierce Happs wants to see her in exchange for information.”
“Me,” I say flatly. What is he doing to me?
“She is living down the road from you,” he points out, I want to saymenacinglyas if I had something to do with that when clearly it was fate, or some other fucked up deal.
“Does she have the option to refuse?” I ask openly.
“Obviously. Buuuut, try to persuade her that it’s in everyone’s best interests to get these geezers off the streets.”
“So basically, that’s a no.” I exhale loudly. “This isn’t my job. I’m the one you call to take down the bad guys, not the one to talk skittish omegas into doing their civic duty.”
“I know, but I can’t do it, and you drove her home the other night. Didn’t you talk to her or anything?”
