Page 114 of Broken Bonds
He has gorgeous, deep fern green eyes, dark blond hair, and he’s slender, but 6’0” and deceptively built. I know he likely could give me a run for my money in a fair fight. Today he’s wearing khakis, a button-up with a tie, but his long sleeves are rolled up past his elbows.
I’d do him in a heartbeat if he were a wolf in our pack.
He looks like a lawyer—which he is—but he definitely doesn’t look like he’s 327 years old.
Which he also is.
He looks younger than I do, and I look like I’m in my 30s or so.
Lucky bastard.
He stands, and we shake. I wait until the waitress leaves before asking.
“Not gonna lie, your cryptic message has me a little unnerved.”
Morning nods. “I don’t want any of this in writing. I’m reasonably certain our communications are secure, but I can’t take chances considering what we’re dealing with.”
“Are the transport plans okay?”
“Well, perhaps. The rumor mill says Randolph Sterling is on the warpath, and I don’t even mean about the fuckery we already suspect him of.”
Okay, hackles up time. If he were a wolf, I could easily fool him, but he’s not.
“Warpath how?” I ask.
“He’s got lots of people quietly asking lots of questions all over Georgia, and even into the Carolinas and Alabama.”
“What kind of questions?”
Oooh, I already know the answer to this one, I’m pretty sure.
“Well, he has three Alpha sons. They’re always up his asscrack at the office, strutting around, that kind of bullshit.” He pours himself more coffee and makes me wait while he stirs creamer into it. He glances at me. “Did you know he has another son?”
Fuuuuuuuck me.
I slowly nod. “I am aware.”
He picks up his coffee mug with both hands and slowly sips, staring across it at me. I’m trying to maintain my cool because he might not know.
I hope.
“From what my sources tell me, apparently this other son is an omega,” he continues. “And he has a habit of running off, just for his father to drag him back. This time, it seems the son’s done a better job of hiding. Not that I can blame him with an asshole like that for a father.”
I sit back and sip my coffee. “Yeah.”
“And now we have other factions, even within our coalition, with their ears to the ground and hoping to find him, too.”
Shit. “Why?”
“Well, depends on who it is. There are some who want him to ransom him back, some who want him to see what kind of intel they can get from him, and some who want him because they’re convinced Sterling is behind everything and they likely want to kill the son in revenge.”
Fuck.
I think he might say something else about Mal but he moves on. “So we’re obviously being very careful with our arrangements,” he continues. “Because any unusual movements or behavior, that’ll draw interest we can’t afford.”
I nod again. “What can I do?”
“Mike and Pavin have been a huge help. They’re coordinating with Dahlia as we speak for the first part leg. I’m working on security for the final leg—through Alabama and then east across the Florida panhandle and down the coast. Avoiding Atlanta, obviously. We’ll transport several groups at different times…”
