Page 89 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
The slug looks like he might cry. “I don’t know, they…they stop using names. Only patient numbers.”
Unfortunately, I believe him. But that doesn’t stop the growl in my throat. “White-blonde hair, big blue eyes. My height, my age. Anyone down there like that? She woulda come in three years ago.”
His eyes screw shut like he’s trying to remember. “Um, I think so? Yes, yes there is. She’s—”
I stuff the wifebeater back in his mouth as I scramble off his lap and pace the room.
“She’s here,” I mutter to myself, running a hand through my hair.
I knew it, I found her. Five years of trying to find her, but now I have an actual location.
“Fireball?” Hayden asks, approaching me carefully.
She’s here.
Which means…they’ve been doing gods-know-what to her for three fucking years. And I’ve been…what? Prancing around a mental institution, playing build-a-pack?
“There’s no sister in your file.” West frowns. I’m a little surprised he waited this long to ask.
“That was on purpose,” I wave him off, still pacing. What do I do now? I know where she is, but how do Igetto her? “We doctored my records so it wouldn’t look suspicious.”
“We?” Kole asks. He’s leaning in the doorway, his arms crossed as he watches me slowly unravel.
“Me and Declan. I mean, he did it, but he also showed me how to do it myself. He’s the one who trained me on how to resist the barks too.”
“Lisichka,” Kole growls, his eyes darkening. “Who the fuck is Declan?”
“Oh, calm your knot, Sugar Bear,” I snap, throwing him a scathing look. “It’s not like that with Declan—he saved my life. He’s family.”
“Trouble, I think you’re overestimating just how much control we have when you’re talking about other alphas,” Sam grumbles, and I resist the urge to hurl my scalpel at him.
How can they be caring about Declan right now when I just got confirmation that my sister is in this fucking building?
My eyes roll to the back of my head. “Even when that other alpha is my brother? I didn’t mean family in the metaphorical sense.”
“There was no information on a brother, either,” West says thoughtfully, still holding onto Taintworth’s head.
“Yeah, Dec likes to stay underground.” I wave him off. “Plus, technically he’s my half-brother, since we have different mamas. Apparently Declan’s daddy wasnota fan of pack-life or sharin’.”
“Lisichka,” Kole says, suddenly thoughtful. “What’s Declan’s last name?”
“Gallagher.” I give him a look. “Don’t tell me we’re goin’ to have some kind of weird mafia-family rivalry going on. This isn’t modern day Romeo and Juliet.”
Hayden nearly chokes. “Mafia?”
“Irish mafia, to be exact.”
“Your brother has connections to the Irish Mafia?” Hayden gapes, as if this is the most shocking thing he’s heard all day.
“Her brotheristhe Irish Mafia,Bratishka,” Kole corrects. “Killed off his own father—Cian Gallagher—six years ago when he tried toget into the skin trade. My father couldn’t stop talking about it.” As always, the mention of Cian Gallagher sends a shiver of rage down my spine. Daddy mentioned someone named Cian when Mama died, but Dec and I couldn’t uncover anything saying he ordered her death.
Mabel has been my number one priority, but when we’re out of here, I’m gonna figure out what really happened.
“And your brother sentyouin here instead of sending his own people?” Sam sounds pretty pissed, and I can’t help but take offense to that.
“Mabel wouldn’t trust anyone else.” I frown, putting a hand on my hip. “And he only let me come once I could beat him in a fight and resist his alpha-bark. This is my fight, my mission. Plus, he’s hacked into the cameras and has been watching every move I’ve made since I got here.”
I watch as that revelation sinks in. Every time I’ve winked at the cameras, flipped them off, or hoped they didn’t see what I was doing, it wasn’t the institute I was communicating with. It was Dec.
