Page 16 of Retribution
“You fink?” I ask, my words garbled.
The van she carted me here in is nowhere to be seen, just giving me more unanswered questions.
She slowly blinks before getting up and picking up a bottle of water. She makes a show of opening it in front of me before she walks over to lift it to my lips.
“Drink,” she orders as if she were an alpha. There’s no way that she is, and she smells…like nothing. Even betas have some sort of scent.
“Why?” I ask, groaning.
“I need to see if you’re allergic to the sedative I gave you or just a big baby alpha,” she says simply.
“Baby, my ass,” I grunt, taking a sip of water. It doesn’t taste funny, but I know better than anyone that she could easily drug me with something without any sensory evidence.
“Yes, you are,” she says. “I’m sure it’s a very nice ass.”
I can’t tell if she’s misunderstanding me on purpose or not, but the water is helping. My tongue slowly feels less swollen, though I still feel sluggish.
“Why?” I ask again, trying to stretch my legs out one at a time. I’m kind of crouched at the moment and my muscles are complaining because they’ve fallen asleep.
As a tall man, this position isn’t the best. I just have to make do though until I can stand.
“I was hired by a mob boss to draw someone out of hiding,” she says, stepping back with the water bottle.
There’s no way that I would be able to hold it with my arms drawn over my head, so I simply wait for more of an explanation.
“He seemed to think that you and Oliver were pack mates for some reason,” she adds.
“I still don’t know who that is,” I reply, finding that it’s easier to speak now that I’ve had some water.
The windows show that the world is darkening, which means that I’ve been out for a while.
“We’ll get to that,” she sighs. Her eyes follow my gaze and she nods. “You’ve been unconscious for longer than I expected. You must be sensitive to sedatives.”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had to be sedated before,” I grunt. “My head really fucking hurts.”
“I can work with that,” she says, reaching for a backpack that I didn’t notice before. Pulling out a bottle, she shows it to me to prove that it’s ibuprofen.
At my nod, she rolls her eyes but shakes out four pills.
“That’s a lot,” I grunt. Pain splits through my brain, and I close my eyes for a moment as I hope it passes.
“You obviously need it. Open up,” she commands.
One eye slits open to show her how unamused I am by her before doing what she said. Her lips twist in worry, but she pops the pain medication into my mouth and lifts the still open water bottle to my lips so I can swallow it down.
“I usually properly research my marks, but failed to do that in this case,” she says.
“Who are you?” I ask, watching as she puts the bottle away and grabs a chair. She’s careful not to drag it along the ground, and I notice the way her muscles flex underneath her skin.
I may have underestimated this wisp of a woman. I need to make sure I don’t do that again. After all, that’s how I ended up half hanging from the damn ceiling.
Glancing up at the suspended chains, I look back at her with my brow raised.
“You’re going to stay there until I figure this out,” she says. “My name is Isolde by the way. If you don’t have a pack, why are you fucking omegas with these alphas in a sex club?”
Pulling out photos, she shows me images that were clearly taken by a security camera. This means that the images are slightly grainy, but there’s no mistaking who the men in the photos are.
Fuck, I should have known this would come back to haunt me. I was as discreet as possible, but it appears that someone may have gotten ahold of footage of the security cameras from that night. It’s the only way they could know about it.
