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“Okay. Can you text me the info? Or send it to my email? I need to know who I’m around. Keep an eye out.”

“Absolutely,” Reggie said. “And don’t call me back unless you’re back in the city and ready to work. Calling on vacation. I can’t believe you.”

He hung up first and I spent some time looking over the information he sent. These guys, or the one guy was bad news. The worst news.

A sick feeling went through me. Trace walked through the crossway all the time, just doing his job and there were some trafficking charges on this one man’s rap sheet.

If I had his number, I would call him and warn him but I took solace in the fact that I’d seen him to the building and hopefully he was tucked into his bed all safe and warm now, maybe dreaming of me.

But I had to keep my eyes on these men.

Maybe they would be gone by morning.

I sighed and flopped into the bed. I could go on vacation all I wanted, but there was no getting away from who I was. A protector.

Especially to my omega.

Chapter Twelve

Trace

Even though Azlan left me to go to my room and rest for the night, I was too wired from the events in the club to sleep or even make it to my room.

And there were things my mind needed to sift through.

For one, our animals bonded while we were shifted. Not something I planned or even thought was possible but they did. My bear was head over heels for his wolf.

Neither of us said a word about it, but that didn’t make it any less true.

In a few days, Azlan was going to leave. I would be a memory to him. Maybe someone who he thought of who made him smile.

But I was already addicted to him after one night.

Boy, my heart was in trouble.

The kink affected me as well. Knowing that I had finally found someone to trust enough to try those things…again, I was deeper than I ever imagined.

My feet took me toward the villa of their own accord, probably pushed by my bear, but I stopped before reaching the open area as my mind focused. Shit. I shouldn’t be roaming the areas where the mafia men were.

They were still here, as guests, as far as I knew.

I had no proof whatsoever, other than my gut, that they were the same men I was practically sold to, but taking chances wasn’t in the cards tonight.

I took a seat near one of the lush garden beds under the shade of a tree and waited. I still needed fresh air to clear my mind, but I also had to stay safe.

I wanted to run to Azlan. Go to his door and knock, needing him to save me from the bad men, but as much as I already adored him, I didn’t want his sympathy or for him to see me as some victim.

He was on vacation, and I was a part of his good time.

He was not my alpha to run to when I was in trouble.

As though my thoughts had summoned them, I heard voices coming from the other side of the common area. Low voices. Lots of them. The heavy scent of cologne and some kind of overpowering hair product reached my nose, and I froze. I knew that scent.

The same scent that came from the men who were at my door that night, there to collect their card-game winnings. Looking at me like I was nothing more than a poker chip they’d left at the table and came to retrieve.

Fuck. I should’ve stayed in my room. Taken Azlan’s advice and gotten some rest.

The group of men came around the corner and, despite my bear and I knowing exactly who they were, I held my breath. They’d only gotten a look at me once and then probably a picture my ex had after that.