Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(80)

“There is no us for you, Boar. There is only the we of Molly and Lincoln.”

“You mean Alpha and Omega. All things must end, Alpha Three. Even you.” He nods his head towards Molly. “Even her.”

“Yeah,” I say, nodding as I keep a wary eye on Molly. “There’s an end coming all right. But it won’t be me and her.”

“No?” he asks. “You can’t even fight back, Alpha Three. You can’t harm me, I’m your maker. And you can’t harm her, she’s your Omega. Isn’t inhibition sickness inconvenient?”

Eighteen twenty-five and forty seconds, Sheila says in my head. Keep him talking, Lincoln.

Molly is on me before I can even open my mouth. Her foot kicks me in the jaw and makes me spin, blood spattering out of my busted lip. I stagger to the side, but hold my balance.

“Lincoln Wade, meet your worst nightmare.”

“Molly,” I say, my hands up in the air. Her eyes are blank, like she doesn’t even see me. And nothing about her says she is the least bit afraid, even though she should be. I am just as dangerous to her as she is to me now. But the difference is, I will never—ever—hurt her again.

Shots are fired from the hole in the broken glass of the spire, hitting random things around the office. Molly looks up to see Case entering the same way I did, minus the bike. He’s got a thin metal line attached to him that ends inside the helicopter. He falls hard, and the ’copter weaves so close to the building, I have a moment of panic that Sheila might crash it.

Another kick from Molly snaps my attention back to the fight, but she catches me off guard this time and I go down to one knee.

Case is firing at the chair where the Blue Boar was just sitting. Pieces of tattered leather go flying, but his target is gone.

“Looking for me?” the Boar says, from atop a desk a few feet away.

His distraction works because Molly takes Case’s rifle and throws it across the room. Case has got a pistol out before the gun even lands and he shoots the ground near her feet. She doesn’t even flinch.

“Do not hit her, Case!” I yell.

“He can’t hit her, Alpha Three.” The Boar laughs. “Wishful thinking, but so protective. I made you a good Alpha, didn’t I?”

Molly’s attention returns to me even as Case continues to shoot the floor as she steps. He misses her by mere inches and even that is enough to make him sick. The bullets go wild but still she never even notices.

“Molly,” I say, putting my hands up as she comes towards me. “Molly, listen to me!”

Eighteen twenty-eight and fifty-five seconds, Sheila says in my head. Blue Corp inner security has been breached.

“Molly,” I say again. But she never slows. She never falters. She sees right through me like I am nothing to her. A fist comes crashing down on my jaw and Case sends a few more rounds off. One skims her arm. She stops for a moment, giving me a fraction to look at Case.

He’s doubled over, clutching his stomach as Molly sends that gold rope hurtling towards me. It wraps around my forearm, and she pulls.

Razor-sharp barbs penetrate the leather of my jacket, right through to my skin, scraping along the steel plate where my poison grenades are mounted. A barb digs into a canister and gas starts spewing out in an ugly red cloud.

A smoke screen, Lincoln, Sheila says in my head. Use it!

But I can’t use it. Pain floods my body. Pain like I have never felt before. The little barbs on Molly’s lariat are tipped with something. My vision goes blurry and I begin to lose consciousness.

“Take him alive, Omega!” Boar yells as he jumps down into the cloud of red smoke. “Take him alive and I will make him my slave!”

Case is shooting again, but his bullets are wild. Window glass shatters and the rotors of the helicopter become louder.

I reach for the gun from the port on my thigh, but Molly is there, kicking it from my grip. It goes sliding across the black tile floor and comes to rest a few feet away.

I push the pain down. Tuck it away. My whole arm is burning, but I’m used to the burning. The energy inside me builds and builds until I’m nothing but a living crescendo that ends in a climactic explosion of red heat from my palms. The light escapes in waves, split by the mesh cover, and blasts past Molly’s face. She squeezes her eyes shut and screams as she drops to her knees.

I roll over, instantaneously sick. So f*cking sick. Bile churns in my stomach and I don’t know what is worse—the fact that I hurt Molly so badly or the inhibition consequences. “I’m sorry,” I whisper through the pain. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, Molly. I swear.”

Eighteen thirty and three seconds, Sheila says in my head. Disable her, Lincoln! Or you will lose everything in three minutes!

Molly is still on the floor, her face a bright pink from the burn I caused. Her eyes are flashing, angry, and filled with hate. She holds her fists together and slams them down onto my chest, knocking the breath right out of me. But that pain is nothing compared to the writhing pain in my gut. I try to roll over to see her face, but she pounds me with her fists again.

“Get up, Lincoln!” Case yells from across the office. Bullets spray on either side of Molly’s body and she turns to him, the rage still there.

Cackling from the Blue Boar fills the room, even as he dances to the tune of the helicopter rotors through the cloud of red smoke.