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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

HENLEY

“I can’t wait to take Camden home,” River sighs as we walk through a quiet breezeway at school.

Work took longer than usual, but I don’t think our omega will mind. He admitted to having a lot of work to do for a research paper so he’s hanging out with Jamie in the library. As much as I dislike how fucking handsy he is with my omega, I know he’ll also keep him safe.

That’s the trade off I’m willing to take, but my alphas are much more aggressive than I am.

“I feel bad that things were more complicated than we thought,” Brooks grumbles. “Cam is probably starving. Do you think he’ll forgive us if I make breakfast for dinner?”

Our omega really enjoys chocolate chip pancakes drenched in syrup. My lips curl up with affection and love as I nod.

“I doubt he’s upset about this, but yes, I think he’d love that,” I admit, pulling open the library doors.

River has been rubbing his chest since we got onto campus, but I’m not sure as to why. He keeps shaking his head and clearing his throat as if he’s getting sick. Deciding to ask him about it after we find Cam, I begin walking through the different study rooms as I search for our omega. When that yields no results, I frown.

“Something isn’t right,” I mutter. “I don’t see Jamie either. He’s a big fucker. At least one of them would be visible.”

“Dammit,” River whispers, rubbing his chest again. “Where the fuck are they?” He growls, eyes growing wild. “I knew I felt off, is that why I feel this way? I didn’t fucking think it could be about Cam. Brooks and I will keep looking. Call Jamie, now.”

My alphas begin to canvas the library, while I step out to make a call. My blood pressure is skyrocketing, and the thought of something having happened to him is terrifying.

Forcing myself to take a breath through my panic, I check my tracker and find Camden isn’t anywhere near campus, the dorms, or our house. He’s thirty minutes away?!

The phone rings as I spiral, and when Jamie picks up, I blink as I realize I need to speak. I’m not okay, and I won’t be until I know what the fuck is going on.

“ Hello ?” Jamie asks again. “ Lee, did you fucking butt dial me?”

“Hey,” I croak out. “Where are you? Is Camden with you? He was supposed to study with you, right?”

There’s background noise as he closes a door, and Jamie’s voice comes back.

“ Yeah, but he never showed up ,” he admits. “I thought it was odd, but figured he forgot to tell me that you were picking him up. Cam is completely wrapped up in you.”

“Then why is he thirty minutes away from school?” I demand. My fingers begin to tap on the screen as I look up who owns the compound and then pull the address up where he’s currently at. The satellite imagery is showing that there are gates, and my heart begins to sink as I can even see men with leather cuts.

I’d recognize the skull on it anywhere.

“I have no idea. Maybe his phone died and he took a drive?”

“Camden wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t go anywhere without finding a way to let us know.” I snap back.

“Fuck, you’re right. Lee, that doesn’t sound good, man,” Jamie says. “ He hasn’t gone that far without you in months. That boy is head over heels for your pack.”

“You’re not fucking helping, Jamie!” I snarl. “Where the fuck is my omega? We need to find him. We need to make sure he’s okay.” I’m losing it now, running a hand through my hair, grabbing at the strands as panic starts to seep in.

“Whatever you do, don’t do anything stupid!”

Jamie’s yelling at me helps me focus through my shortness of breath and anxiety.

“I got this,” I mutter. But do I? The idea of something happening to Cam, after everything he’s been through physically pains me. “I don’t think he’d leave of his own free will either. He’s terrified of his father.”

“ Fuck ,” Jamie curses. “ I’m really sorry. I didn’t think anything was weird about him standing me up.”

My growl gets ignored by the asshole. I may be a beta, but I’m very protective.

“ You’re insane, you know that? But the tracker is being put to good use at least,” he sighs. I’m not surprised he figured out how I keep tabs on my omega. “ Don’t sound so surprised, I’ve known you were tracking him for a long time. It makes sense after the hospital incident.”

“It fucks with my head if I don’t know where he is. I gotta go,” I say, returning to the library.

“Let me know when ? —”

Ignoring whatever else he was going to say, I hang up.

“What did Jamie say? Did you find him?” Brooks asks, getting shushed by one of the crones who works at the desk. Unfortunately, my alpha is on edge and snaps his teeth as we leave.

I’ll smooth things over with her later, after we rescue Cam. I know he wouldn’t go there of his own free will.

Looking at the tracker location again, a sense of dread hits me when I see the address.

“Out with it Lee!” River yells. “Why does my chest hurt so much?”

“He’s at his father’s clubhouse,” I grunt quietly. “We have to?—”

“What?” Brooks slows his steps, shaking his head. “No. That can’t be right.”

“If the tracker is right, that's where he is.” I don’t want to be right. I pray that I’m not.

“It has to be a mistake. It’s wrong. He can’t be there. I’m trying really hard not to jump to conclusions, Lee,” he rasps. “Because if we go over there, it will be a bloodbath. Before, I’d have thought he'd be running back to daddy to spill everything. But I know our omega. He wouldn’t have fucked us over to tell his dad about our business.”

“No he wouldn’t have. I know Camden. He wouldn’t betray us like that.”

My eyes flick over to River, his hand on his chest, face a mask of pain. It kills me to see them like that.

“Look at the satellite images. The place is crawling with people.” I say, showing them my phone.

“Call your sister,” River growls. “We’re finding our omega, now. We need to get in and out with the maximum amount of damage. Luna can keep a secret and fuck people up. Tell her to bring extra weapons.”

We have a few guns on us, but nothing in the way of knives, hand grenades, or flame throwers. I have a feeling we’ll want to teach Cam’s dad a lesson he won’t live through as well.

“Fuck!” he yells. “I have this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach.”

“Listen to it,” River insists. “Something is wrong, but that’s because Camden is in trouble.”

Nodding, Brooks takes off toward the SUV while we chase after him.

Lee:

Want to fuck some shit up with us? Our omega is gone. Grab anything you can that will make a grown man scream.

Luna:

Tell me where I’m headed. I’ll sneak out the back door while Dad’s in a meeting.

God, I love my sister so much. I may give her shit, but she always has my back.

My foot is heavy on the gas pedal as I race out of the parking lot, and my alphas hold onto the oh shit handles. Neither says a word as they grit their teeth, knowing I will bite their heads off.

My omega isn’t with me, which means I’m losing my goddamn mind right now. The running mantra in my mind is screaming at me to go-go-go, and thankfully, we don’t encounter a single police officer.

I’m not sure what I would do if we’d been pulled over.

My phone has a full view of the compound, and it takes me seconds to also pull the blueprints from the city. I’m a dangerous beta in my own ways, but no one can convince me that information isn’t power.

Parking a half a mile away, we begin to walk toward the compound after hiding the car. Luna catches up to me on her motorcycle, throwing me a bag as she continues up to the gates.

“What the fuck is she doing?” Brooks asks.

“Bait,” I grunt, knowing she’s planning to flirt while we sneak in. If the guards give her too much trouble, she’ll kill them.

Luna is going to be much more on edge because she knows I’m freaking the fuck out. I don’t even feel badly for the poor bastards.

Jumping the chain link fence, we sneak our way through the grounds, finding people talking shit as they mill around and talk.

“I think the President is going to be busy for a while,” one of them laughs. “Think he’ll kill Cam for this stunt?”

“Shh. You know more than I do. The Pres threw everyone out of the clubhouse, but I’ve heard screaming occasionally. I just hope he doesn’t make us clean blood and shit from the walls and floors,” the other alpha sighs.

God, I hate Cam’s father so much. River is pale as we move past the men, while Brooks becomes even angrier. There will be hell to pay, and the bill is due now.

There are men surrounding the building, and we split up to ensure they all take their last breaths. My gun has a silencer on it, palming it as I walk behind the stupid club members and shoot each one in the back of the head. By the time one falls, I’m already shooting the next.

My teeth bared in anger as I think about how they remind me of dominoes. Cam’s dad, Leroy, thinks that he can’t be touched, which is why none of his men are actually guarding the clubhouse. Their posture is bored, not at all bothered by the whimpers I can hear inside.

They were begging to be killed.

My boot smashes into the lock at the back door, my lip curling at how terrible the security is here. My gun is in my hand while I hold my fucked up bag of weapons, and River and Brooks find their own way into the clubhouse.

Cam is tied to a chair and passed out as we stomp into the room, while his dad just glares at us.

“Are you the fags that turned my son?” he yells.

I don’t see very much of this type of cruelty because of who I am. The fear my presence evokes tends to curb people’s tongues, regardless of what they think of me or the people that I love.

Closing the door with a kick behind me, I shoot Cam’s father in the kneecap. Brooks smirks and shoots the gun out of his hand, while River grabs the back of the chair and pulls Cam away to safety.

His fingers pressed against our omega’s throat are there way too long before he sighs in relief.

“It’s slow, but he has a pulse,” River growls then turns his murderous glare onto our enemy. “No thanks to you. What the fuck? How could you treat your own son like this?”

“My son?” Leroy snarls from the floor. He’s largely ignoring his wounds, eying his firearm that skidded across the room.

Picking it up, I open up the bag of weapons and put it in after setting the safety on it. Maybe I should just start blowing up body parts. Can I stick a grenade in his mouth and pull the pin?

Trying to release some tension in my neck as I roll it from side to side, I shake my head as I pull out a knife. Seeing a cordless hand saw and a nail gun, I wordlessly thank my sister.

“Yes, your son, who you just beat the fuck out of. He’s sitting in his own blood and piss, and I can see the tear marks from here,” I growl, trying to ignore the bile rising at the sight of my omega like this.

“Your son, our mate,” River says softly, more to himself than anyone else, pushing Cam’s hair out of his face. I can tell he really wants to untie him, but we need to finish this first. “The sweetest omega I’ve ever met.”

“That’s the fucking problem!” Leroy screams. “He shouldn’t be this little bitch! He’s a fucking joke, a disgrace.”

Brooks allows me to take the lead, watching as I pick up the nail gun and yanks Leroy onto his back. Pinning his hand to the ground, I shoot two nails into it to keep him there. Brooks stomps on his wrist, and I grin as I hear the bones break.

“Thank you, Alpha,” I purr, securing Leroy’s hand with nails.

“And why’s that?” River asks, straightening. “I want to hear you say it from your own vile mouth.”

“Because he’s a gay omega. How the fuck can he be both?” He huffs out a pained laugh. “I must be the unluckiest father in the world,” Leroy snarls.

I cannot believe this asshole. His teeth are gritted against the pain, yet he’s still spitting vitriol about his son.

“Being gay isn’t a curse,” I say, pulling off Leroy’s boots and socks. He tries to kick me, but gets kicked in the face by River instead.

“Stay still, jackass,” he says.

I make sure Leroy can’t move his feet either because they’re nailed to the ground before smoothly standing.

“While we’re at it, omegas aren’t weak,” I continue. “He’s one of the most important parts of our pack, and you’re currently trying to take yet another person from us.”

“You killed our mothers,” River reminds him.

“I didn’t!” he yells, turning green as I begin to flip my knife in my hand angrily.

“Don’t you fucking lie!” Brooks snarls. “We saw it, we saw what you did!”

Not wanting to hear anymore of his lies, I stab him in the eye. When Leroy opens his mouth to scream, Brooks shoves his dirty socks inside until he gags on them. River pulls out the duct tape from the bag, and it feels like a secret dance only we know the steps to as he seals Leroy’s mouth shut.

This is what it means to be pack, they never blink at my depravity, because they have their own. They’ve also been waiting a long time for this.

Knowing that we don’t have long, I cut off his shirt and begin systematically making holes in his body.

“I am really glad I don’t have to call you my father-in-law,” I say conversationally. “Camden is one of the best people in the world, and today we are freeing him from having you as a father.”

River and Brooks begin cutting his fingers off, muttering that now he will be able to keep his hands to himself. I know that’s because Camden is bruised and battered, and one of his eyes is completely swollen shut.

As much as I know the guys would love to take their time with him and make him pay for all the pain he caused them, for the mothers he ripped from their lives, we don’t have it. Camden needs help. We can’t leave him like this for any longer.

“We’re going to have to make this short,” I say sadly, standing up and unzipping my pants.

“Do you have to piss?” River asks, wide eyed.

“I do,” I say conversationally. “I may as well do it on the piece of shit laying here.”

Brooks glances at River and shrugs. They both pull out their dicks while Leroy screams from behind the gag, but there’s nowhere to go. Brooks makes sure to fill the ruined eye cavity with urine, and I watch as it drips off Leroy’s face with a dark chuckle.

What he doesn’t know is that we’re going to burn him alive. Putting away our dicks, I pull out the flame thrower before packing everything away. The second Brooks sees what I’m doing as I begin to whistle, he curses under his breath and drags River over to Camden to begin cutting the rope that is holding him to the chair.

“Here’s what is going to happen,” I say. “I’m going to burn your club house down around you, while you scream your little head off. Then, I’m going to do the same to your people. This place will be a dirty smudge on any satellite images by the time I’m done.”

“Meanwhile, I hope you rot in hell,” River adds. “While we are loving your son, kissing him, fucking all his holes?—-”

Leroy writhes despite the blood that is pouring out of him from his multiple stab wounds and nailed down extremities. The monster inside of me that demands blood and pain is being overridden by the need to get Cam to the hospital. I can’t play with him as long as I’d like, but burning him alive and taunting Leroy will have to do.

“His holes are delicious, and he tastes like cotton candy,” I groan, pretending to adjust my erection in my pants.

I’m too worried about my pink-haired omega to want to do anything but get the fuck out of here now that we have him. Brooks pulls off Cam’s pants and boxers and throws the wet articles of clothing onto Leroy, as he puts his own pants on Cam for modesty.

“Much better,” Brooks mutters, lifting our omega into a fireman’s carry.

Now, things are about to get very interesting.

“What the fuck?” Leroy’s VP asks as he comes in, and I don’t think. I simply lift the flamethrower and push the trigger, bathing him in fire.

“Time to go!” I call out, lifting the bag over my head so it’ll be secure. I light the walls on fire, as well as the floors, backing out the door with my pack as I grin widely. “Bye, bye, Leroy. I hope you feel the flames long after the light goes out of your eyes and you find yourself in Hell.”

The flames greedily lick at his skin as I grin, and the screams, though muted, are fucking delicious. He’s quickly bathed in the flames as well, and River pulls my arm. I’m not going to get to watch his skin melt off, and that’s the real pity here.

“We gotta go, Lee. Come light some more assholes on fire,” he says.

My alphas say the sweetest things. Turning, we run across the wide expanse of land toward the gate that’ll take us out to our car. Guns are drawn, and since the bag is still open, River reaches inside as we run and grabs a grenade. The pin is pulled and then it’s thrown into the crowd.

No one can get out of the way, and I turn the flame thrower to those in front of us as everything burns. Soon, the motorcycle club decides they’re better off running away from us and jump on their motorcycles. I have to admit, they’re not as stupid as their president.

I can hear gunshots, and twist to find my insane sister shooting MC members from a tree, picking them off one by one. Bikes crash, increasing the mayhem, and I bark out a laugh as I turn away to get the fuck out of here.

Luna will cover our backs and make sure no one gets away. River jumps over the fence and carefully takes Camden from Brooks, waiting for us to get over safely. Once we’re in the vehicle, our omega whimpers softly. River purrs for him, while Brooks grabs a blanket that we keep in here just for him and wraps Cam in it.

“Am I dreaming?” he asks, beginning to cry as River holds him tightly.

“No, Baby Boy. You’re safe with us, and your father and his men will never hurt you again,” I say savagely, starting the car. “I know you hate it, but we are going to take you to the hospital to check you out. You’re pretty badly beaten.”

Cam whines but nods helplessly.

“Let’s do this,” Brooks says, climbing into the back seat with Cam and River. “Get cleared by the hospital, and then I’ll take a shower with you while River and Lee make us pancakes. Okay?”

I chuckle under my breath because that’s really sweet. My alphas are completely obsessed with Camden and that suits me just fine.

“I can do that,” he murmurs, his eyes getting heavy.

“Lee, he can’t fall asleep right?” River asks worriedly.

“He’ll hate it, but no. We don’t know if he has a concussion or not,” I say, focused on the drive.

I’m hoping that we’re in and out of the hospital quickly, but I have a feeling that may not happen. It doesn’t matter as long as he’s okay.