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I want nothing more than to rage and scream, to spit in Dom's face again and throw myself out of this car, but I don't have a death wish.
If this shitshow just included Dom, I may take my chances and try and run again, but it doesn't. This whole situation screams Northsider involvement.
I thought the Sorel Family was a Southside-based crime family, but maybe I was wrong. It wasn't like I purposely stuck my nose in their business. I spent years trying to stay away from them and whatever dirty ways they were filling their pockets.
Instead, I stare out the window, trying to track exactly where we're going. To absolutely no one's surprise, we're driving straight for the outskirts of the Southside. I've never been to thispart of town. I never had a reason to, and as an omega, I tended to stick to places I had reason to be.
We drive down a terribly paved side street that probably hasn't seen maintenance work since the concrete was first poured decades ago. My wrists ache as my arms are jostled between my torso and the leather seats. We're surrounded by huge warehouses that have been equally as unmaintained as the road.
"So this is where the Sorel Family does their dirty work," I mutter under my breath as the bald man in the suit parks the car.
The bald man's head jerks towards me. Because of his shades, I can't see what he's looking at, but I can see the scowl on his face.
"No, you stupid bitch, this is just where we're doing a transfer," Dom hisses, shoving his phone back into his pocket.
"Thought you said you could keep her under control," the bald man huffs.
Dom stiffens beside me. "Sorry, yeah, I know the boss doesn't like 'em mouthy."
"Knock her out."
My blood runs cold as Dom sighs and starts shifting his weight towards me.
"What the fuck're you doing?" I hiss.
"Don't fight, you brought this on yourself. I told you to keep that big mouth of yours shut."
I kick out at him, my head and arms slamming against the passenger side door as I fight to get as much distance in the backseat as I can. It's futile, though. I'm no match for an alpha's strength, even if my hands weren't tied behind my back.
"Stop fucking fighting," Dom growls, grabbing my neck and the base of my jaw with one of his large, meaty hands. My cheekpresses against the window, my panted breaths fogging up the glass.
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a needle.
"Don't do this," I whisper. If they knock me out, there's no way I'll be able to know where they're taking me. My chances of escape get a lot fucking lower then. I should've just kept my fucking mouth shut. I'm so stupid.
"You brought this on yourself," Dom sighs.
There's a sharp prick at my neck. My veins start to feel like ice as whatever drug he just injected into me pumps its way through my system.
I slump backwards, my control over my body being the first thing to go. I fight the darkness trying to drag me under for as long as I fucking can.
"What the hell?" Dom hisses. I feel hands tugging at the collar of my blouse. "Fuck. She has bondmarks."
"That wasn't in the report," the bald man says.
"No, it fucking wasn't."
That's the last thing I hear before I pass out.
CHAPTER 45
Milo
The flare of panic that hits me through the bond almost makes me nauseous. It's so bad that I reach up and grip the bond that Reyna left at the base of my throat. I glance at Stone and Killian, who are seated next to me, my eyes wide.
"Did you feel that?" I whisper, trying to keep my voice down.
Theo is on the stand, cross-examining one of the defense's witnesses right now.
