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He rips some of my hair out when he drops, but he releases me to clutch his nuts.
“Fucking dick.” I kick at him again but he rears back and reaches for the gun on the holster at his side. I grapple with the door handle, trying to escape before he can shoot me. He points the gun at me. I gasp when he fires and a zap sings through the air, electricity rocking through me.
It wasn’t a gun
It was a taser.
My vision dims, and I cry out in agony, stumbling into the door and sliding down to the floor, body convulsing. I can vaguely make out the guy standing and rearing his foot back to kick me. His shoe connects with my side so hard that pain momentarily takes over the pain from the taser.
“Omega slut,” the guy mutters, kicking me again.
That’s the last thing I hear.
ChapterThirty-Four
CORY
My phone beeps three times in rapid succession. The table full of council members turns to look at me. Cornelius’ lip curls in distaste, and he growls.
“Have you forgotten the rules?” he snarls, slapping his hand on the table. “No fucking phones.”
Ignoring him, I yank my phone from my jacket pocket. That was the security system alert. I unlock my phone and open the app, shoving away from the table when I see what’s happening on camera. Reagan is in the foyer wrestling with someone I don’t recognize. It sure as shit isn’t Frank.
“Motherfucker.”
“What is it?” Lucas asks, standing too and leaning over to look at my phone. He curses and rushes from the room. I’m hot on his heels, barely hearing Cornelius shout at us.
“I’m sure it’s important,” Marco says before racing after the two of us. “What the fuck?” he calls from further down the hallway.
Lucas bursts out of the building, sprinting to his car.
“Someone is attacking Reagan.” I catch the closing door and wait a beat for Marco. “We need to go.” We bolt toward Lucas’ car.
“Where’s Frank?” Marco asks, face darkening. “Where the fuck is Frank?”
“I don’t know,” I say, trying to calm him down. “Let me call him.”
Once we’re in the car, Lucas peels out, breaking all the speed limits in the city to get to our girl. I tap on Frank’s number and put the call on speaker. The rings go on and on. Frank isn’t answering.
“Dammit.” I hang up and call Amelie.
“Cory,” she says, half out of breath.
“It’s Reagan. Get to the house now. Someone is there with her. Take Jefferson.”
“Fucking hell. Babe, get your clothes on!”
I don’t regret interrupting them. They have their whole lives to fuck. Reagan might not have her life by the time we get there.
“The authorities are already on the way,” Lucas says, talking through his panic. He white knuckles the wheel as he weaves in and out of traffic. “That’s why we installed that system. They’ll be there. SWAT team in ten minutes, remember?”
The last time I saw her we had an argument. That can’t be my last memory, it just fucking can’t. This is like Emily all over again. Can’t we ever have anything fucking good without it all going to shit?
I grimace. “They better fucking be. I didn’t pay fifty grand for her to fucking die.” I punch the dash and Lucas growls a warning.
“Calm the fuck down. Breaking my car isn’t going to get us there faster.” He punches it once we get on the freeway, going close to one hundred on the open road to our house. There are a few close calls with other drivers, but Lucas has top-notch reaction times and keeps us out of danger. “She’ll be okay. She has to be.”
Marco and I don’t say anything. We all know what happened the last time.
