Omega's Destiny: Foxes of Scarlet Peak (An M'M Shifter MPreg Romance Book 5)(4)

“I understand,” I told him. I wanted to protest, but I knew how pointless it was. Even if I had a better idea, which I didn’t, Ryker wouldn’t want to hear it. God forbid I made myself look smarter than him.

“Come on, let’s get you suited up,” Creed snarled, waving me over toward him. I moved quickly, taking deep breaths, trying to keep my heart rate down, as he led me over to an old pickup parked beneath a broken street light.

In the back, was a t-shirt from one of the local pizza chains, and one of those insulated delivery bags. He handed it to me, and I could feel from the weight that the product was already inside.

“Now, when you get there. You tell them, ‘delivery for Frankie.’ You tell them Frankie because there is no Frankie. Got it?”

I nodded, but Creed just glared at me.

“Got it?” he repeated.

“I got it.”

“Good.”

I turned and started to walk back over to Ryker, but stopped when I heard something…it was like an engine, idling quietly somewhere in the darkness. I peered out across the parking lot and into the shadows across the street, searching for the source of the sound. But I didn’t see anything.

Maybe it’s one of the other guys’ bikes?

But when I turned in the direction of the rest of the gang, I could tell it wasn’t one of theirs.

Is it the cops? I thought. But if it was the cops, why weren’t they moving in on us now? If they were watching, they’d just seen me take something from Creed and I doubt they’d give a shit whether they had probable cause or not. They’d swoop in and pull it out of my hands and we’d all be fucked.

But nobody was coming…so who could it be?

I looked around to see if anyone else was on high alert, but none of the other guys seemed to notice the sound. Their hearing wasn’t as good as mine, so it wasn’t a surprise. But with my hands around a felony’s worth of illegal drugs, I was ready to get the Hell out of there.

Quickly, I made my way back to my car and slid into the driver’s seat. I already knew where I was heading, and gave a quick two-fingered wave to Ryker as I pulled out of the lot and back onto the road.

My heart was racing, as it always was when I had to do a delivery. Those people out there that talked about times like this being an adrenaline rush, as though it was something they actually enjoyed, were completely bonkers as far as I was concerned. I didn’t do this stuff because it was fun – I did it because I had to.

As I drove, I could have sworn I saw someone in my rearview mirror, but it could have just been my imagination.

You’re just paranoid, I told myself as I kept going. The Crimson Horses’ headquarters wasn’t too far away, just on the outskirts of Stonington, in an old apartment building they’d taken over and converted. There were a few back rooms, and one or two upstairs, but for the most part it was one big open building where all the guys could congregate and hang out. I saw the regulars outside standing guard as I pulled in.

I licked my dry lips as I parked and got out, holding the pizza bag as naturally as I could.

Stay calm, I told myself. Everything will be fine.

“Delivery for Frankie,” I told the first guy at the door. He was absolutely massive, and I think his name was Tiny, an ironic nickname like Little John. He looked like the kind of guy whose hobbies included crushing pumpkins between his thumb and pinky finger.

Tiny didn’t respond. He just raised his chin and looked down at me. Suddenly, I felt like a little bug just waiting to be squashed. Eventually though, he reached behind him and knocked twice on the steel door to the clubhouse. It opened, and Tiny nodded for me to enter.

“Thanks,” I replied, slipping past him and heading inside.

The main room of the Crimson Horses’ headquarters was filled with the smells of smoke, alcohol, leather and body odor. They were wolves, and smelled significantly different than the foxes I was used to, and not in a good way. Even if it was possible, I could never see myself wanting to mate with one of them.

“What do you want?” A tall alpha with long black hair asked me, stepping in front of me.

“Delivery for…Frankie,” I stammered.

Keep it together, Bobby!

“Frankie, huh?” The man chuckled. “Right this way.”

He turned his back and I followed as he led me across the room toward the back hallway. I followed him as he opened another door that opened into a room filled with shelves stocked with booze and cigarettes and other things of dubious legalities.

There were a few men, but I recognized one right away. Travis, the leader of the Crimson Horses, a tall alpha with a long brown beard. He was wearing his usual leather vest and turned toward us as I came through the door.

“Delivery for Frankie,” my escort told him. Travis’ eyes lit up and he got to his feet and walked over to me.

“Frankie, eh?” He smiled as he stood before me. I’d done this sort of thing before, but for some reason, this run felt different. It felt like the guys were all amused by me or something. Like they were all enjoying a joke I wasn’t in on. “Yeah, Frankie’s outside. Why don’t we go and see him?”

I felt my hands start to tingle with anticipation as Travis slid an arm around me and led me toward the back door. One of his men nudged it open for him and we stepped outside. As we did, another one of his men took the pizza bag from me, and when I looked around, I realized exactly what was going on that I’d been left out of, and I knew I was in big, big trouble.