Page 7 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
Which is exactly why Axel ordered me to take him to the apartment. We need to find Bea and getting our asses arrested for busting up a load of medics will only hinder our aim. Nate can’t be trusted to control his fists. Axel, he’s always had a way of making people talk without ever having to swing his arm. It’s his persona. It’s enough to encourage tongues to wag. Throw his brother into the mix and they’ll be wagging like a puppy’s tail.
“Axel’s orders. Head to the apartment.” Nate sinks into his seat. He may be a fucking maniac, but when it comes to Axel, he does what he’s told. “We’re meeting Silver and Hardy there.”
Nate chuckles bitterly. “This is fucked up. Are you telling me we’re working with Pack Boston now?”
“You want to get the girl back or not?”
“Do I want those fuckers to steal her from right under our noses?”
“We’ll worry about that later. We need to focus on finding her first.” The steering wheel groans under my tightening grip. “Who knows what the fuck they’re doing to her?!”
We’re silent again, the wipers cutting through the downpour now, the rain hammering on the car’s roof.
The omega was on the verge of heat when we left her. If some alpha – if some pack of alphas – laid their hands on her, God knows what they could be doing to her right now. The thought has bile racing up my throat and I’m surprised the wheel doesn’t snap in half in my hands.
“You’re right,” Nate mutters, and I swing my gaze to him again. It’s not often Nate tells me that. It doesn’t last; next minute he’s yelling at me, “Put your fucking foot down, Grandma.”
I slam my foot down harder on the accelerator, screeching through the water racing down the street, and thundering down into the basement parking lot two minutes later.
Nate doesn’t bother with the elevator. He blasts straight through into the stairwell and sprints up the stairs. I hesitate for a moment, then chase after him.
There’s no way we can stand about patiently waiting as the elevator lifts us the twenty stories.
When we reach the top, we’re both panting, our brows swimming with sweat.
Silver and Hardy are waiting outside the door, Silver with his face buried in a laptop, Hardy cracking his knuckles.
“What the fuck happened?” Hardy asks, alarm flashing across his face. “Did they find her? Is she all right?”
I shake my head. “We haven’t heard anything. You?”
Silver doesn’t look up from his screen, but mutters, “Nothing.”
“We shouldn’t have let those assholes go alone,” Hardy says, resuming his cracking. “They’re probably wrestling somewhere in the middle of the city and not focused on getting our girl back.”
I swear he’s about twenty pounds heavier and several inches taller than the last time I looked at him properly. The man is a giant.
“They’ll be fine,” Silver says, tapping keys. “Remember how it used to be between them?”
We’re all silent, thinking. Silver glances up from his laptop.
“That was a long time ago,” I say. “A lot has happened between them since then.”
“Yeah,” Silver says, meeting my eye.
I unlock the apartment door and we all stumble through. None of us sit, even Silver who’s still cradling his laptop, although Nate stalks off towards his room muttering something about weapons.
“He hasn’t changed,” Silver says, watching him go.
“I doubt any of us have,” I mutter. That’s been half the problem over the years. We’re all as stubborn as each other. “Have you found anything?” I ask, watching his brown eyes track back and forth across the screen.
“I’ve got my boys working on this. All of them. I’ve pulled them off all other jobs.”
“Good.” I like the sound of that. At least one person is thinking with their head screwed on. “Then I’m going to make some calls. Find out if anyone’s talking about this on my networks.”
Silver looks up from his laptop once more. “Who do you think took her?”
I sweep my hand through my light hair, trying to ignore the wave of panic that crashes through my body. Because honestly, I don’t know and that makes this fucking complicated. It’s also the reason, I know, why Axel made that call to his brother. It’s going to need all of us, working together like we used to, to find her. “Honestly, Silver,” I say, realizing I haven’t called him that in years, “it could be any number of people.”
