Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(68)

It wasn’t going to be much of a vacation knowing OPS were going to be breathing down my back the whole time I was there. It’s not like omegas that were born into a pack could just return home whenever they wanted. There were too many variables when it came to omega safety.

“We should be celebrating and bonding, not… this.” My eyes filled with tears, but I refused to let them fall. “It’s not fair.”

“When this is all over, we’ll go on a nice long vacation somewhere secluded where it’s just us, okay?” Kane stroked my back and pulled back to tilt my chin up. “We aren’t going anywhere.”

Kane moved out of the way and Rio took his place, kissing me gently. “We’ll make sure Beck’s taken care of. Don’t worry, this will all be figured out.”

Rylan took my hand, and I moved into his arms. “There’s nothing you can’t handle, curly. You’ll be back in our arms in no time at all.”

A tear escaped and he wiped it with his thumb. I’d just given in to the idea of them as my pack, and now they were being taken away from me.

With shaky legs, I joined the two OPS agents, one a beta and one an omega, and they flanked me on both sides as we headed down the hall away from my pack.





CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN


Rio


W atching Kayla walk away from us made my heart feel like someone had put it through the meat grinder, reshaped it, and shoved it back into my chest cavity. I couldn’t stomach the thought of losing another omega. I wouldn’t survive this if she was taken from us.

The hallway cleared, leaving me, Rylan, and Kane alone, the only sound the distant noise from the stadium. We walked in silence into the locker room, which was trashed, all of our bags and gear strewn about.

“Fuck.” Rylan dragged his hand down his face. “What are we going to do?”

We came together in the middle of the mess, our arms wrapping around each other’s shoulders, our foreheads coming together. Our bond was a mess with anxiety, anger, and fear. We needed to stick together now more than ever.

“We’re going to get our brother and omega back.” I leaned my weight on them and they did the same. Together we were strong and we’d make it through this.

“But what if-” Rylan started, pain in his voice.

“The lawyers are on getting Beck a quick hearing and release. I’ll request video footage from the hall to see if anyone came in when we weren’t in here.” I squeezed their shoulders, then released them. “Brian’s not going to admit to anything, so we’re going to have to come up with a plan in case there’s nothing on video and there are no fingerprints.”

I pushed my turned-out duffle bag off the bench and sat down. I didn’t understand why they had to make such a complete mess of our shit. I wondered if they’d been to the house or if they had the proper documents to even do a search. It was a Sunday, so it wasn’t like a ton of judges were working to grant permission.

“We torture his ass.” Rylan started to pick up his things off the floor. “Make some cuts and rub some lemon and salt on the wounds. He’ll tell us what we want to know.”

Kane sighed and took off his jersey before throwing it across the room in a ball. “Fuck this. Kayla was right. We’re fucking idiots. As soon as that whole thing went down with Omega Match, we should have been more cautious and done some digging into it.”

“No one expects someone they trust to be so deceptive.” I kicked off my cleats and pulled off my socks. “Let’s shower, then go see if Brian is still in the security office. I have his phone. We need to crack his passcode.”

“Let me see it.” Kane held out his hand and I held it out for him. “He uses a swipe password and I’ve seen him do it enough.”

The screen had a crack across it, but it had already buzzed several times since Alvaro had handed me it along with my phone after the game. If we could poke around in it before giving it back to him, maybe we could find something.

Kane swiped his finger in a pattern, cursed, then tried again. “See. Easy. Just had to try it a few different ways.” He handed it back to me and I felt hopeful we’d find something. “I’m going to go shower really quick.”

I opened up Brian’s text messages. There was a group text with us, a few others that looked to be business-related, and then one from someone named Brandie, who had sent quite a few over the last few hours. I read them out loud for Rylan and Kane to hear.

Brandie: Done.

Brandie: What happened? Are you okay?

Brandie: Do we need to worry? I told you to not be an asshole.

The conversation didn’t make sense out of context and with such vague messages. I pulled up his call log and saw she had been who he’d been talking to when Kayla had heard him talking about betting and she’d attacked.

Why did that name sound so familiar?

I went back to the message and took a second to think of what to say without drawing suspicion from her that it wasn’t Brian.

Me: Beck’s been arrested. OPS took Kayla.

Brandie: They don’t suspect anything?

Me: No. They’re fools. When can we expect the money?

Brandie: Tonight. I’ve arranged everything.

Me: What’s arranged exactly?

Brandie didn’t answer me back, and I cursed. Not even a second later, the phone rang with Brandie’s name appearing on the caller screen. I was going to take a risk.