Page 38 of Nest of Thieves
I ditched my old phone, but I have my sister’s number saved on the new phone. I don’t want to risk Laurence searching through her phone and finding a message from me, so I haven’t tried to contact her. Also, there’s a good chance no one has realized I’m missing yet since I’ve set up my classes online.
“We don’t have the ring anymore.”
I curse and hit his bed with the palm of my hand. “What did you do with it?”
“The man we work for would have skinned us if we didn’t come back with something. You took our cash, so we had to give him the ring to save ourselves.”
“Who do you work for?”
Mac shakes his head, pushing the longer strands of his black hair into place. “I can’t tell you that, Kitten. It’s for your own safety.”
“Don’t youKittenme,” I growl, jumping off the bed even as my head pounds. I grind my teeth to keep from crying out and appearing weak. I can’t afford to be vulnerable in front of him.
“Jo,” Mac says, standing and walking toward me. He’s six-feet tall, a good six inches taller than me.
That doesn’t stop me from delivering a death glare. “What?”
“We have a job and we need your help.”
I scoff. “You’re kidding, right? You expect me to help you after”—I gesture between us—“everything that’s happened?”
“I’d like it if you’d help us. I’ve never met a woman as daring as you are, and we need someone who can handle herself.”
“You barely know me.” I step into his space, knowing it’s a distinctly alpha move but not caring one bit.
A lot of people think omegas are cowering, bumbling fools.
We’re not.
There’s power that comes with being an omega, a dark, feminine energy that calls to something primal in me. Something that gives me the strength to stand in front of him and stare him down. An instinct that tells me this alpha won’t hurt me.
“And yet, I can’t help wanting to.” He pushes a strand of hair from my face.
My breath catches in my throat, but I smack his hand away. “Don’t try to be charming. It’s annoying.”
“But charming, nonetheless?” His brow quirks.
Placing my hands on my hips, I glance around his surprisingly clean room. I bet his clothes are color coordinated. Clean and handsome.
Screw his cleanliness. I need the ring. The only way I’m going to figure out who these guys work for is to stick around; let them think I’ve forgotten about the ring.
And you can get to know them more.
“Fine. What’s in it for me?”
Mac chuckles darkly. “As much as you want, Kitten.”
“You keep trying to seduce me.”
“Is it working?” He places his hands on my hips and tugs me against his body. “You smell wonderful.” Rubbing his cheek against mine, he marks me with his own scent. I soften into his hold for a second, drowning in chaos and bad decisions before I grind my teeth and pull back.
“Let me go.”
“What if I say no?”
“What if I junk punch you?” I tip my head to the side.
“You’re feral.” He runs his tongue over his teeth, flashing his tongue ring at me.
