Page 19 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
Nate shakes his head. “Not my thing. I’m all about the pussy.”
Clearly, we’re both thinking about one pussy in particular.
The roads are clearer now, and we speed through the city, the sun growing low in the sky and reflecting off the windows and shop fronts as we pass by.
Nate whistles a tune I vaguely remember.
“What is that?” I ask, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel.
“Bon Jovi.”
I chuckle. “Oh man, you were obsessed with those guys.”
“Best band in the world.”
“Wouldn’t stop playing their songs. Drove Angel fucking crazy.”
“Yeah,” Nate says with a grin.
“Didn’t you try to learn it on the guitar?” I laugh louder. “You were fucking awful.”
Nate flicks his tongue against his lip ring. “Hands are too fucking big, aren’t they?” He holds them up. “Come in handy for certain things though. Certainly never had any complaints with the ladies.” He winks at me.
“That’s down to Connor, not the size of your fucking fingers. He made us all watch back-to-back YouTube videos on perfecting our fingering techniques.” I swing the car left and floor the accelerator, seeing our tower in the distance. “Remember, we had that tally going on. How many girls we could get off.”
“I’ve still got mine,” Nate says, and I don’t doubt it.
I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, humming that song myself. Then I glance over at Nate, his eyes glazed as he peers through the windscreen.
“I’m sorry, man, about what I said this morning, out there at the omega’s place. It was a shitty thing to say.” I shake my head, shame and guilt riding through my body. It was a low blow, a fucking low and dirty blow. “I didn’t fucking mean it. Sometimes my tongue engages before my brain.”
Nate doesn’t look my way. “Don’t sweat it man.” His leg jigs up and down. “I thought it was funny.” He turns to look at me. “Things can get a bit serious, you know, with just Axel and Connor.”
I think it’s his way of saying he missed me and I realize that, who have I been kidding, I missed him too.
5
Silver
Axel slamsa mangled security camera into my hand.
“This is all we found,” he says gruffly.
I stare down at it, my forehead wrinkling in confusion, until Angel fills me in on what the two of them learned at the clinic. Not a lot.
Usually, I’m calm as a penguin in an igloo in these types of situations. But it’s never been my omega, my girl, at risk, and it’s fucking impossible to stay anything resembling an ounce of calm.
My heart hammers in my chest, and every alpha fiber in my body is screaming at me to get out there and tear down the entire fucking city until I find her.
Problem is, we don’t even know if she’s in the city. She could be half way across the fucking ocean now for all we know.
“Can you hack into the system?” Axel asks me. It’s a hell of a long time since we’ve worked together. It’s an even longer time since he spoke to me in such an earnest tone.
“I already have my boys on it, but now we have a clearer idea of what we’re looking for. A basement parking lot.” I type out a message to my team. “We just have to hope it was linked up to the main system and not some separate surveillance.”
“This is fucked up,” Nate says, prowling around like a caged animal. “Why was there a hidden exit? And what the fuck do they want with our girl?”
No one wants to answer that question. No one wants to think about it.
