Page 188 of Alphas Like Us
My eyes try to well, and I whisper, “I love you.” I open my stance for Kinney and Luna. “All three of you.” And our sisters join the hug. My arms envelope my younger siblings, and I can feel them cling ontome.
I breathe and breathe. Knowing they’re safe calms me, and when we all pull back, I glance at the lockeddoor.
Luna tries to hide her face in her white shirt. “Where’sFarrow?”
“I’m about to go get him,” I say. “You three stay here. I’ll be backlater.”
They’re not as uneasy. My confidence in this situation helps—theI can handle anythingmantra pouring out of me—and they nod meforward.
I exit the cabin and shut thedoor.
The hall is empty. NoRowin.
New mission: find Farrow and then push Rowin off thisyacht.
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FARROW KEENE
Light rain pattersthe mega yacht, and an overhang shields half of the main deck from the drizzle. I’m dry, sitting behind the fully stocked bar. Mostly so none of Maximoff’s cousins can see me daze the hellout.
I can’t rid the nauseous scent of rain onmetal.
Reaching into the bar’s cabinet, I grab a bottle of Grey Goose. I try to untwist, and I hearping pingping.
I stare off intonothingness.
Listening.
And someone rips the bottle out of myhands.
Sensory overload, I’m not going to be able to discern who just stole my vodka. At least not rightaway.
Seeing as how six protective motherfuckers have been towering above me, I’ll take an educated guess and say it’s someone fromSFO.
I blink, and I see Banks Moretti crouching and opening the Grey Goose. Brown hair curled behind his ears, eyes the color of a coffee bean, unshaven jaw—he looks absolutely identical to his twin brother in almost everyway.
He’s officially an Omega bodyguard, but I wasn’t there for that security meeting. Obviously I couldn’tbe.
And thankfully these guys know that I wasn’t planning on drinking the vodka. Banks does what I was about to do and holds the bottle beneath mynose.
“Smell that, Redford?” Oscar asksme.
I hang my forearms on my bent knees. “Not even a littlebit.”
“Shoulda brought the pizza from our boat,” Donnelly says. “Pizza smells better than vodka.”True.
My fingers press into the ground, about to rise to my feet, but I suddenly feel gravel digging into my palms. It’s notreal…
There’s no gravel on theboat.
“Hold up, don’t stand,” Akara tells me, an ace at leadership, even when I’m not a part of the teamanymore.
Thatcher hands a bottle of water to Banks to give me, and when he does, I unscrew the cap with more focus. I see my surroundings clearly. My other senses are a little out of whack from the intrusivememories.
Maximoff.
I don’t see him. He’s not back yet, but he most likely ran into his siblings inside. Xander has a hard time staying angry at his older brother, so I imagine they’re patching-up theirfight.
