Page 68 of Nest of Thieves
I slide into the booth, leaving two spaces between me and Ricky and a space on the other side in case Charlie wants to sit. I look at her, frowning when I see the crease in her brow. This isn’t normal or something is off. Charlie’s eyes are trying to tell me something, but I don’t know her well enough to understand the silent message.
“Now,” Ricky says, sliding across the seat and stopping once he’s mere inches away from me. “What’s a gorgeous creature like you wanting drugs for?” He runs his finger over my arm.
A shudder races through me, but I try not to recoil. “My pack is out of town, and I can’t go into heat without them here.” I blink wide eyes at him. “My alphas would be so mad.”
He hums. “There are others who might help you in your time of need.” Ricky leans in and inhales, groaning long and low.
“I couldn’t. I love my pack,” I lie, hoping he’ll get the hint and leave me be. Gripping my purse in my lap, I slowly coax the zipper open, shooting my gaze toward T and Charlie. Charlie is shaking her head at T, and he’s scowling at her, obviously not pleased with whatever it is she’s saying. Ricky scoots even closer. My fingers curl around Mac’s knife. Stabbing him is a last resort, but I want to be prepared.
“I would help you,” Ricky says, as if that wasn’t already obvious.
“I really need the suppressants. Please,” I add, remembering I’m supposed to be a helpless omega.
Ricky grabs a lock of my hair and twirls it around his finger. “I don’t have a knot, but my dick will fit in that pretty hole all the same.”
I think I just threw up in my mouth. Sliding my knife from the purse, I shift so I can press it at the base of his cock.
“Listen here, asshole,” I begin, but someone loudly clears their throat.
“Kitten,” a seductive voice purrs from behind me. “Are you trying to get Ricky castrated?”
“M-m-Mac,” Ricky says, pupils dilating.
Of course, they know each other.
“There’s no trying, Mac.” I squint at Ricky. “I need the suppressants. Are you going to help me or keep making a fool of yourself?”
Ricky holds one hand up in surrender and reaches across the seat, dragging a briefcase from the other side of the booth to his side. “You can have them all.” He grabs a bag full of little pink pills and sets them in front of me, attention moving to Mac. “I didn’t know.”
“Don’t look at him. What are you looking at him for? Look at me.” I press the knife a little harder into his groin, refusing to turn around and acknowledge the alpha asshole behind me.
Ricky swings his gaze to meet mine. Much better. Mac sits. The hairs on my arm stand at attention, and tingles rush up my spine at his proximity. Vette and Lark slide into the other side of the booth. It’s impossible not to notice how Ricky visibly shrinks when Vette picks up the briefcase to set it on the table and settles at Ricky’s side. Ricky is pinned between me and Vette, and even though I’m the one with a knife at his member, he’s more terrified of the alphas.
A low growl rumbles deep in my chest.
The right side of Vette’s mouth tilts. “Quépasa, mami?”What’s up, mami?
“How was your nap?” I ask, grabbing the bag from the top of the table. There are enough pills here to last me several years.
“Refreshing,” Mac whispers next to my ear, pressing into my back. “I’m sad you didn’t join us.”
“I wasn’t tired.” I crane my neck to look up at him.
His blue eyes are filled with heat. “Pity that.”
Ricky sucks in a sharp breath, and we both glance at the beta. Vette’s hand is wrapped around his neck, the black skull ring in stark contrast next to Ricky’s pale throat.
“You touch our girl?” Vette tightens his grip. “No one touches what’s ours.”
“I’m. Sorry.” Ricky’s face is turning purple.
“I had it handled,” I grumble, removing the knife from his crotch and sliding it back into my purse. “You guys are cramping my style.”
Mac buries his face into the side of my neck, taking a long, slow inhale. My nipples harden, molten lava bubbling up from my core. “I could kill you,” Mac whispers.
“You already would have,” I say, deciding to stay where I am. The alternative is to lean into Ricky, and there’s no way I’m getting near that asshole.
“True, which means all that’s left to do is make you mine.” Mac’s lips brush over my throat, teeth nipping at my skin.
