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“How the fuck are we going to get to her in time?” said Ruston.
I pulled my phone out and dialed a number.
“We need a helicopter,” I barked into the phone at my pilot. “We’ll meet you in ten minutes or sooner. Get it ready.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Nice,” said Chad, and we all rushed to the car while Oscar clutched the bouquet of flowers for dear life.
As we drove to the helicopter site, I couldn’t help but wonder if Breanna was hurt, struggling for her life, or in the throes of passion with the alphas.
“You should never have broken up with her,” said Ruston.
“Don’t you think I fucking know that?” I snapped, tired of him blaming me. “I regret it, and I know all of this wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t withdrawn my protection from her.”
“We all feel sick about it,” said Chad. “But I agree with Ruston.”
I sighed as I pressed on the gas pedal to get there faster.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
BREANNA
Iwas terrified of what was going to happen to me as my dad dragged me out of my aunt’s house and towards our house, which I hated to be in.
“Did you really think you could get away forever?” he asked.
“How did you find us?”
“I told Henry everything, and his men tracked you down at your horrid little trailer,” laughed Alan. “I even saw pictures of the place. Your auntie couldn’t provide more, could she?”
“She provided me with a real family who loved and cared for me,” I shouted, holding back tears. The alphas walking around ignored our scuffle since they knew my father. It didn’t matter if he abused or killed me.
I was just a worthless beta in their eyes.
“Back to real life for you,” my dad cackled as he flung me into the house. I flew forward, grabbing the side of the couch to retain my balance.
“What do you want with me?”
“You’re going to do what you do best,” he said. “I need you to cook and clean this house.”
He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me roughly towards the kitchen. I hated being in here with all my heart. And it was precisely the reason why I hated cooking. I would never get a kitchen that looked like this one.
Within minutes, I was scrubbing the floors on my knees.
“Where’s Mom?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about that,” he said dismissively as he kicked the back of my legs, pain searing through them. “Keep asking questions, and I’ll permanently disfigure your legs.”
I kept my mouth shut as I continued to clean the dirty floor, wondering where my mom was. I didn’t care about her, but…
“Did you kill her?” I asked, looking up at him.
His face twisted into a smile as he let out a manic laugh.
“You really think so low of me, do you?”
“I do.”
