Page 4 of Tying the Knot
“What do you mean?” he asks carefully.
“Nothing,” I mutter and pick up the menu to peruse, even though I know exactly what I’m having.
Adam drops it as well, turning to the waiter who has arrived to take our drinks order. He orders Champagne, and I smile. I don’t drink often, but when I do, I love a glass of Champagne. The bubbles and sharp taste are exquisitely decadent. Not my usual style at all, but tonight I want to enjoy myself. I relax and let the weird behaviour of my alphas go.
A few minutes later, after Pierce has changed his mind three times, as he does, the waiter hovers next to us, taking our food order. As soon as Adam is finished ordering, he gets up and bends down to give me a quick kiss.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmurs.
I frown but watch him go as the door opens and a group of men dressed in black enter the restaurant. I get a seriously bad vibe from them.
I turn to Rich, but he smiles and draws me into a conversation which is clearly a distraction.
I pull back as he leans in for a kiss. “Wait. Where did Adam go?” I look over my shoulder and see him disappearing down the corridor that leads to the toilets with the group of men right behind him.
Panic hits my chest. “He’s in trouble,” I say, shoving my chair back, ready to stand up.
“He's fine,” Rich says, taking my hand. “Here, have some more Champagne.”
“No, they’ve followed him. Go and check on him, please.” I can’t tear my eyes away from the doorway where they disappeared. I know in my gut that those guys are bad news, and that Adam is in trouble.
“I’ll go,” Pierce says, giving me a weird half-smile as he pushes his chair back.
“Thanks.” I frown and tap my foot under the table, chewing the inside of my lip. I watch as Pierce walks through the doorway and then jump as a crash resounds through the restaurant.
“Fuck,” I exclaim, placing my hand over my heart. “What the hell was that?” I stand up, my blood pumping through my veins as my hands go hot with worry.
When I hear yelling and more crashing coming from the back of the restaurant, I wring my hands in front of me.
“Wait here,” Rich says, standing up, his face dark and dangerous.
It scares me. I’ve never seen that expression on his face before. “What is going on?” I demand, all concerns about ruining this night with an argument disappearing as the reality of this situation catches up to me.
I knew something wasn’t right, but now my alphas are acting strangely. Alfie grabs me and shoves me behind him as Rich lunges towards the opening where everyone else has disappeared.
The commotion going on is confusing and loud. I don’t know if I should run for help or what. The restaurant staff are going about their business as if nothing is happening.
“Alfie, please,” I say, taking his arm. “Tell me what’s going on.”
His usually open face is closed off, his eyes full of sorrow. “No matter what happens next, we do love you, Morgan. Remember that.”
“What?”
I watch in horror as he heads for the front door, disappearing quickly, abandoning me in the midst of this chaos. It is spilling out into the restaurant now. Men dressed in TAC gear have Adam in their grip, and from the looks of it, Pierce has also been handcuffed.
“Hey!” I shout, marching forward and getting in the way of the brute who has my prime alpha in custody. “Get your fucking hands off him!”
His green eyes meet mine with an almost bored expression before he draws in a deep breath, and his pupils dilate. Our gaze locks for a few seconds as Adam struggles, but it all becomes background noise for just those few tiny moments where time stands still. Then everything rushes back to me, making me dizzy and nauseous.
“Out of my way, Ma’am,” he barks. “You are actively obstructing an ongoing investigation.”
“What?” I shriek. “Wait. What is going on? You’ve got my alphas.”
Again, his eyes meet mine. “Your pack is being arrested. That’s all I’m at liberty to say. Come down to the IPP station, and we can tell you what we can when we can.”
“No!” I yell, grabbing Adam’s arm. “No! You can’t take them from me. They didn’t do anything wrong! Those other men, the ones dressed in black, they’re the ones you want.” Tears prick my eyes as Adam shrugs my hand off him, his eyes staring straight ahead. “Adam! Tell them. Tell them you didn’t do anything. Don’t leave me, Adam, please.”
He says nothing.
