Page 94 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
“Having the protection of the Irish Mafia will quell any intent my father has to come after me,” Kole adds, crossing his arms as our bodies are bathed in the light of the fire.
“I don’t know where Turnip is, and I’m startin’ to get worried,” Jo says quietly, and when we all just look at her with confusion, her cheeks flush. “Okay, not those kinds of secrets. Got it.”
“Do not worry,Lisichka, your little friend will return when she is ready. She survived on her own long before she met you.” Kole wraps a comforting arm around her.
“Who the fuck is Turnip?” Sam asks, sounding confused as hell.
“My pet rat who found me when I first got here. She knows how to sniff out bugs and I feed her food from my meals. She’s a real sweetheart. She had a pink collar and everythin’.”
Sam and West don’t know what to say to that, and I shake my head, mouthing the word, “Later,” at them.
We all watch the flames for a moment longer, even the non-pyromaniacs being drawn in by the sight.
“Tomorrow,” Sam breaks the silence, “we’ll meet up and make a plan. We have the information we need to get Mabel the fuck out of here, get a sample of the drugs they’re using, and burn this place to the ground.”
“Tomorrow.” We all agree, and when the last of the flames go out, Sam and Kole start shovelling the dirt back in the grave, and before long it’s like we were never there at all.
forty-two
Jo
I’m in a damn good mood for only getting two hours of sleep, and for once, it feels like things are finally going my way. I know where Mabel is, and by tonight, we’ll have a plan to bust her out of here.
Breakfast is French Toast—my fucking favorite—and Adela looks me over like she can’t quite place what’s different with me. Both Kole and Hayden are sleeping in, and as a result, skipping breakfast. I’ll have to bring them something to feed their strong, hunky alpha bodies.
“How many weeks are you now?” I ask Adela, eyeing her baby bump. Maybe I can get her out of here with me when I leave.
“Thirty-three,” she says proudly, rubbing her belly. “Vander called me yesterday, and he says he’ll be able to come collect me in two weekswhen I turn eighteen. I’ll be under my own care, if Doctor Monroe can declare me of sound mind.”
“Good for you, Addie.” I smile at her, taking her hand from across the table. “How about—”
“Ms. Harding.” Leslie Perez’s voice is uncharacteristically cold from behind me. “I’ve been sent to collect you.”
I frown, twisting to look up at her. Her expression is shuttered, and there’s no sign of the bubbly beta patient director I’ve come to know. “For what?”
“Doctor Brooks has requested your presence. He wants to check your physical status to make sure you’re okay after the fights last night.” Well that soundscompletelyunlike him.
“Um…I have an appointment with someone else right now?” I try, hoping she’ll let me get out of it somehow.
“No you don’t,” she says with finality. “Come. I’m to escort you.”
Sighing, I stand from the table. “Will you tell Hayden where I went if you see him?” I ask, and she nods once, a worried look on her face.
I follow Leslie, and give Sam a panicked look when he catches my eye.
Is it possible they know what I did to Banesworth? There’s no way. Sam’s tech scrambled the security footage so there’s nothing placing us entering the abandoned wing, we cleaned up our mess in the examination room, and West got into his phone and sent his resignation email. Sam even had someone come get his car. There’s no way they know.
But then…why does he want to see me? Could it have to do with the fights last night?
“Leslie.” Sam intercepts us, keeping a good distance and not looking at me. I know it’s all part of the act we have to put on, but I wish Icould look into his warm brown eyes for reassurance. “I can take her. I’m sure you have more important things to do.”
“Sorry, Sam. I don’t.” She sounds so damn defeated, and I resist the urge to look back at my alpha as Leslie leads me out of the cafeteria.
She doesn’t say anything as we approach the administration building, and I realize I’ve never actually been in Doctor Brook’s office before.
I swallow as we come up to the door with his name above it, and right after I knock, she whispers, “I tried to talk them out of it.”
Well, shit. That can’t be good.
