Page 152 of Retribution
We’re staying at Pack Kelly’s home so we can lie low, and the place has great security. Nothing like a bunch of paranoid fuckers to fortify their home.
“Her gums are swollen,” Quinn says. “I think she may be older than Pack Reid thinks.”
This definitely solidifies something I’ve been chewing over. If Stefanie’s body was malnourished when she got pregnant, this would have affected Leila. A visit to the doctor to see if we can get an accurate age might help us, but really I just want to know that she’s healthy despite all the shit her biological mother put into her system.
Thank goodness Leila didn’t have any issue with drug withdrawals.
“Grant is here,” Kane admits. “I figured he may want an update on the baby.”
“She’s a little cranky, but we’re all fine. Watch yourselves.”
Quinn hangs up while Kane watches my six as I continue to place charges where they need to go. I’ve learned that he enjoyed pushing the button to make everything explode at the end. He couldn’t care less about the actual process.
There are few stragglers as we stalk the property, and Kane shoots them down like dogs.
Once we’re done, we climb back into the vehicle, and the redheaded alpha grins as he guns the engine.
“This is my favorite part,” he says, hitting the button to ignite the charges as he races away from the property.
I wince because he’s cutting it a little close, but my blood thrums with adrenaline as I glance back. The building is there one moment, and gone the next as the charges go off. The air is cloudy and full of dust as the concrete is reduced to dust.
Nothing survives a well placed explosive.
We’re forty minutes from Pack Kelly’s home, which is a lot of time to think. Pack Dresmond is staying there as well while we all work, and I find that they’re all very close.
I don’t know the history, but I bet there’s some trauma that drew them together.
The vehicles are all in the driveway by the time we arrive, and I get out and stride to the front door.
The baby is fine,Lucas says through the bond.She’s napping in my arms.
Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see her.
I’m a delight to be around lately. Every nerve is drawn tight, and I’m begging the universe for one fucking break. We need something so that we can chase Isolde down.
Come on, baby. You’re our glue.
I’m covered in blood, ash, and the scent of fire as I stride through the house and poke my head into the giant living room. Everyone is clean, but not relaxed as they watch Callum, Morris, Oliver, and Quinn work.
“Go shower, Grant. We haven’t found anything yet,” Lucas says softly.
“Okay,” I sigh, feeling a little defeated as I jog upstairs to clean off the day.
I want to move my pack, omega, and baby to an island when this is over for an extended vacation.
My phone buzzes in my pocket as I walk. Sighing, I wonder what could be happening now. As I open the notification, I realize that Oliver set the video cameras to open on my screen when any of the buzz words he set it to were spoken.
My feet stutter to a stop as I see Paula James is in a closet speaking on the phone. I’m so glad Oliver and I decided to wire as much of the building as possible for video and sound.
Turning up the volume, my brow furrows as I listen to her one sided conversation.
“You said this would be easy,” she hisses. “The boss won’t come into work. I thought he’d forget all about the cunt and it would be business as usual, Ophelia.”
Wheezing, my chest hurts as I begin to realize who fucked us over. Paula went through an intense background check, and I do one every fucking quarter on her due to her proximity to Lucas. She doesn’t have much debt to speak of and keeps her nose clean.
She doesn’t see her father often, and work is her life. This shouldn’t be happening. What did I miss?
“No, you owe me money and compensation,” Paula growls. “This could cost me everything. Lucas isn’t just a businessman. Do you hear me?”
