2. Lucy

How the fuckwas I going to figure out which fob went to which car and then get inside one of them before they figured out where I was?

I really needed to hide my scent, but I could barely see.

It was so fucking dark I could hardly make out anything despite the small bit of green light coming from the keypad, but I would bet my life they had spare oil and gasoline in here. That should be enough to cover my scent.

It was annoying these two assholes seemed to be the only two people on the planet who could scent me. That was making this a thousand times harder than it needed to be.

Why was that anyways? No one else had ever been able to tell what I smelled like. Even Frankie had a hard time, but she always said it gave her the impression of something dark, floral, and sweet.

That kind of scent was too noticeable in a place like this when I was sweaty and scared. They'd find me instantly if I didn't get my shit together.

A slight scuff to my left stopped me from heading back to the workbench where I'd found the wrench.

I pressed my hand down harder on my mouth and held as still as possible. My heart was pounding against my chest so fucking hard I was sure they'd be able to hear it, but nothing happened.

Just another small noise that could be a foot sliding against linoleum, but at this point I couldn't be sure. I was so amped up on adrenaline I wouldn't put it past myself to hear things that weren't there.

Were they even down here or was I losing my mind all over again?

"Lucy…" Liam sing-songed my name and I felt tears prick my eyes when I heard just how close he was.

He was right on the other side of this car.

The terror was finally starting to outweigh the curiosity, but his deep voice said my name so softly my pussy clenched at the sound of it.

Fuck my stupid omega instincts. Why did I have to start acting like one now? It was the worst timing possible.

Honestly, I shouldn't be surprised. I have always had bad luck.

"Luuuuucy." Liam chuckled, sounding even closer than before. He was definitely walking around the car. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."

Hysterical laughter bubbled up and I shoved it down so hard I almost choked.

Tears escaped instead of laughter and slid down my cheeks like liquid flame. If I wasn't careful I was going to hyperventilate before I could even find the cars I had the keys to.

Another sound to my left and I carefully—quietly slipped around the front of the car, keeping as low to the ground as I could. Liam was close, but Cassius? I had no fucking idea where that asshole was.

Liam was using his hunting dog to scatter his prey so he could shoot it down, and today…today I was that prey.

My grip on the wrench tightened and I took a deep breath, studying my immediate surroundings as much as I could.

This car was parked diagonally against one of the walls – close enough I barely managed to squeeze through. I was lucky there wasn't a license plate on the front or the hoodie I was wearing would have gotten caught just like it had with those damn keyboards.

If I pressed the alarm button on all five of the fobs, there was a good chance one of them might belong to the car I was using as a shield. There was the possibility that the headlights could catch me just right and cast a shadow, showing them exactly where I was, but if I sat here and did nothing they'd definitely find me.

Disorient them, find a car, and get the fuck out of here. Call Frankie, and then…

What? What the fuck was I supposed to do after that?

I shook my head and tucked the wrench into the front pocket of Cassius's hoodie. I would worry about what to do after that later. Getting out of here first was my top priority.

Knowing Liam, he might just set this place on fire to avoid letting someone find any kind of evidence.

Getting out was the goal. Then Frankie. I had to warn her first…just in case I couldn't resist the mania buzzing in my veins, telling me I should let them catch me so I could learn why they had Arturo in their basement.

Was it a pack feud, or was this about what happened at Bite?

I clenched my teeth and set my thumbs on two different panic buttons. It didn't really matter, and I couldn't let the possibilities distract me right now. I had to warn Frankie before something else happened. She'd call the police, or better yet her father. There was nothing Frankie wouldn't do for me.

Pressing the buttons, I tossed the fobs as far away from me as I could and then set off the last three, creating enough noise to make my ears hurt. Lights flashed all throughout the garage, making it feel like a rave.

I kept the fob for the second closest car and ran, tossing the other two in the opposite direction as I kept my profile as low to the ground as I could.

The fob in my hand went to the black Jeep and I hit the automatic start button, running toward it as I pulled the wrench out of my pocket.

My fingertips barely managed to brush against the door handle when I felt something wrap around my ankle and pull.

This time, I couldn't stop myself from screaming as I fell – my heart lurching in my throat.

Cassius yanked me toward him and my whole body slammed into the ground, my head bouncing off the linoleum hard enough my ears started ringing and I bit into my tongue, tasting blood. The asshole had to have been hiding under one of the cars, waiting for me to slink by.

I swung the wrench on instinct alone, but my vision was fuzzy and his profile kept shifting from one of him to three and then back again. It made it impossible to actually hit him and I rolled over, feeling like I was about to throw up.

Fuck, I must have hit my head hard enough I had a concussion.

"I'll take this." Cassius ripped the wrench out of my hand and grabbed me by the front of the hoodie. "Good job, little omega. You got farther than I thought you would."

"Go fuck yourself." It sounded pathetic. I was wheezing and sweat was dripping down my back as I tried to push his face away. He was too close and all I could think about was the way his blue eyes seemed to glow in the dark.

His deep growl sounded far away as the ringing in my ears got louder. I couldn't let him win, but I could barely move let alone see as the alarms went on and on, the cacophony threatening to split open my skull.

Liam appeared behind Cassius's shoulder then and gave me an infuriating smirk. He didn't try to hide the madness in his eyes either and the intensity of it took my breath away. "I made you a promise Lucy, and I have every intention of keeping it."

I couldn't remember what promise he was talking about, but it didn't matter anymore.

They'd caught me and my vision was starting to get dark around the edges. I doubted I'd be conscious for much longer.

"Didn't I promise I'd find you?" Liam's smirk widened until it became a grin and it felt like I was missing something important. "There's no way I'm going to let you disappear again, Lucy."

And here I thought I was crazy, but Liam had me beat. Talking about shit that made no sense. I opened my mouth to tell him just that, but Cassius shoved something in my mouth hard enough the skin at the corners split just like they had when I'd choked on his dick.

"You did well, Lucy," Cassius praised, his voice gentle enough to shock me. So much so that I actually stopped fighting him.

I'd always liked the sound of his voice, but when he was praising me? It didn't matter how much I hated him. I was still an omega, and my entire body relaxed against my will at the sound of those sweet words.

"You need to learn how to control your pheromones or you'll lose this game every time," Cassius warned me.

This wasn't a fucking game and I had every intention of proving that to him, but I lost consciousness right as I reached for his throat to strangle him.

Why did I always have to have such shitty luck?