Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(68)

“Mr. Montgomery is her husband, Miss Masters. They’ve been married for thirty-one years. He’s her next of kin and legal guardian.”

“Thirty…” But my words drop off. What the f*ck…

“Get out of here, Molly. Now,” Atticus yells as another security guard grabs him. They drag him way, but he screams it over and over. “Get out of here!”





Chapter Forty-Two - Lincoln




“Yes,” I say, answering Sheila’s call through my phone. Case is still playing his game in the corner. The sound effects are about to drive me insane and if I have to listen to one more Social Distortion song on the f*cking jukebox, I might kill someone.

“We have a problem.”

“Hold on. Case!” I yell. And then I turn to Mac who is washing dishes nearby. “Turn that shit off. Case! Come here and listen, Sheila’s on the phone.”

Normally I’d just have her tell me, but I need to snap Case out of this shit. He can’t dwell. It’s not good. The past can’t be undone. All we can do is move forward.

Case pounds his fist on the arcade game glass as a sound announces the death of a pixelated life, then turns towards me. “What?”

I put the phone on the bar and press speaker. “Go ahead, Sheila.”

“Molly went to the asylum.”

“What?” Case and I both say together.

“Why the f*ck would she go there? After all these years?” I ask.

“I tracked her car to Blue Corp first. I can only assume the Old Man gave her something to think about. She entered the parking lot of the asylum fifty-three minutes ago.”

“Is she still there?” Case asks.

“No, she just got back in her vehicle. But she hasn’t started up the car yet. She’s just sitting there.”

“He told her.”

“You don’t know that,” Case says.

“Please, Case. No visits in all these years and then today of all days, she gets an urge to talk to her mother? Do you have a visual on Atticus yet, Sheila?”

“No. Closed-circuit cameras behind the doors. He needs to get himself in front of one that’s connected to the internet. She’s still sitting in her car. It’s possible Atticus said something he shouldn’t have.”

“Fuck.”

“Call her,” Case says.

“And say what?” I throw up my hands. “‘Sorry, your life is a lie and everyone knows about it but you?’”

Case shrugs. “I don’t know. But if the girl I loved just learned the truth about her life, I’d call her and tell her every sweet thing I could think of to make her smile.” He turns away from me and goes back to his game.

“Keep an eye on her, Sheila. This whole day feels wrong. Everything is off.”

“You need to call her. She’s just sitting in her car. At the very least you should get her home and away from that creepy building. I’ll call Thomas and fill him in.”

The line goes dead and I let out a long sigh. Everything since I left Molly has gone wrong today.

The sound effects from the arcade game come back to life just as the jukebox starts up again. I pick up my phone, get up, and walk outside. I can’t take that noise anymore.

I lean against the building, my head bowed, just thinking about Molly. It is highly probable Atticus started talking in there. I should at least call her to see how much she knows. Maybe he told her something useful?

I tab her contact on my phone and listen to it ring. I’m just about to hang up after the fourth ring when she answers.

“Hello?” It comes off sad and lonely.

“Hey, gun girl,” I say, smiling as the words come out.

“Hey, Lincoln.”

“You OK?”

“Um,” she says, hesitating.

“I was just thinking about you. Wanted to check and see how your day is going.”

“Well…” She stops again.

Yeah, Atticus definitely told her something. “You want to know what I was thinking?”

I get nothing but some little breaths. My phone buzzes once, signaling an incoming video from Sheila, and when I tab it open, I can see Molly in her work car from the camera mounted on the rear-view. She’s crying. Tears are streaming down her face. “Molly?” I ask.

“Sorry,” she says, holding the phone away from her, so she can take a deep gasping breath and not let me hear it. She wipes her face with the back of her hand and I’m suddenly transported back in time. Back when she was so small, she barely came up to my waist.

She was five and I was twelve and we had just met for the first time. I knew what an Omega was. Thomas had gone through a few of them by that time. And Case had his too. But I was the last of us boys to get one.

I walked to the conditioning room angry as f*ck. I was ready to pound my Omega to death, just like Thomas had. I vowed I’d never let anyone have that kind of control over me. Ever.

I was seething with rage when I entered that room. One second I was ready to explode with anger and then…

“The first time I saw you, you were standing over by a window. You had on an orange dress. It was solid orange at the top, but the skirt part was little orange flowers. And it hung all the way down to the ground.”