Page 14 of Knot your Princess
“I’ll be back for you.” Pushing the desk chair in front of her, I glance up as Cain comes barreling into the office, his face furious.
“Did you know?” he hisses.
Putting my finger to my lips, I gesture for him to move out. Pulling a small aerosol out of my inner jacket pocket, always carried with me for her safety, I spritz some of the foul smelling scent all over the room, turning my nose up at the disgusting smell. But it is foul enough to cover up her sweet scent, and is also laced with a chemical that is a turn-off for alphas. It’s new, something Quinn has had concocted for her protection. I don’t claim to know the ins and outs of chemistry, all I know is that it repulses me and makes me want to leave the room as quickly as possible. So does Cain, judging by his face. But Sophia will be protected from any alphas who open this door. Betas and omegas are another story, but hopefully, it won’t come to that.
“What is going on?” he asks as I shut the door behind us.
“Quinn said he filled you in,” I mutter, marching back down the hallway.
“He told me shit. Just that something might spill over.”
I regard him closely. “Consider this overspill.”
He nods and finally gets his head out of his arse. Whatever Sophia has done to him, has spun him out of his usual role.
“Stay here and make sure no one gets near Sophia,” I mutter, taking in the serene surroundings of the Gallery. All is well for now, but I’m not taking any chances. I need to evacuate Sophia immediately, but I can’t do that through the front door.
“Where are you going?” Cain asks, grabbing my arm.
“To secure our asset.”
Pulling my arm free, I march out of the Gallery, taking in the sights and sounds of the IPP police heading in the opposite direction to where I’m going. As soon as they get wind of Sophia Quinn at this location, we will all be hauled in for questioning, and that is something that I simply cannot allow.
Nonchalantly opening the door to the white vans with no prints, that I know caught Cain’s attention, I flip the visor down to snatch up the key. Starting the van, I drive it into the traffic to make my way around to the back of the building, where we will be able to remove Sophia, and ourselves, from the situation before the heist in the bank up the road finds us.
ChapterTwelve
Sophia
The reality of this situation suddenly crashes down on me now that I’m squashed under a desk in a dingy office with thin blue carpet tiles that smell of damp and sweaty feet.
Closing my eyes and barely breathing at the vile stench in the air, my mouth goes dry when the door suddenly opens and crashes against the wall.
My eyes fly open.
Holding my breath, I resist the urge to call for Nico, even Cain, trying to scrunch myself up even more under the desk.
“What the fuck is that smell?” he mutters.
My cheeks go hot. I hope he isn’t talking about me with such disgust. It’s only then that I smell it too, or I think I do. It’s that damp horrible sweaty feet smell but ten times worse than before.
I try not to gag on it, burying my face in my knees and breathing through my mouth through the fabric of the dress.
“Find that bitch and bring her to me. No matter what it takes.” The first alpha growls, and then it all goes quiet as the door slams shut.
I daren’t move. What if that’s a trick, and they are still in here trying to lure me out of hiding? Not that it’s difficult or anything. All they have to do is use their brains to find me if they think someone is in here. It’s not the best place, but there again, it was theonlyplace to hide.
Time ticks on.
I don’t hear anything else except a bang loud enough to be heard all the way back in this office.
After an inordinate amount of time, I have to conclude that they actually did leave. I relax slightly but stay where I am, waiting for Nico to come back for me. He said he would, but I could be in here for hours. Or less if the baddies, I’m assuming art thieves, send someone to search under all the desks.
It’s a shame that Nico left me alone. I’m feeling a bit horny now. The idea of him sitting me on the desk and lifting my dress over my hips to rail me hard, makes me pant slightly. Shaking my head, needing to clear it quickly of that thought so I can keep my wits about me.
Pulling my phone out, I try to message my dad.
No signal.
