The Alpha and Me

79. He found his mate

79. He found his mate

I was still trying to contemplate what to do when Nathan shared, "Alpha, Tony just transmitted another message."

"Tell me fast, Nathan."

"He said that the girls will be delivered to buyers as it was decided earlier by tomorrow." He said.

"What the hell is this?" I bellowed on top of my voice.

"I swear we have no idea, Alpha. Tony is as clueless."

I clutched my head and roughly massaged my scalp with my fingers. It reminded me of Nandini and her fingers in my hair. She never did it intentionally but everytime her fingers touched my scalp, I'd felt an intense rough of relief.

No time to think about her. I huffed glaring at the steering wheel as I flexed my shoulders. Opportunities come once in a lifetime.

This is the opportunity I've been hungrily keeping my eyes fixed for. I know what I need to do.

"Nathan, I want you to turn around and follow the truck down with the soldiers." I ordered, knowing this is the only choice we have left. "Kill all the fuckers in the truck and take it under your possession."

"Okay, Alpha."

I connected with Rogue after him, "Yes, Salvay. What do you have in mind now?"

"Show time, Captain. Barge in. Pop some of their knees with your bullets or their ball sacks if it takes. I don't care! Just don't let any of them get away. I want them all." The trill of his excited laugh made my shoulders relax.

"On it, buddy. It's just that, don't accuse me by the end of the day for being a barbarian. You know I am a sucker for blood and bones."

"I won't complain. Just take a go. I will join you very soon."

"You have them already, Salvay. Give us five minutes." His voice simmered with rising curiosity.

A ripple of joy spread across my face. Thanks so much Moon goddess. I am not alone. I have a backup of some of the strongest individuals in this world. It'll work out in my favor.

With my eyes glued to the device next to the steering wheel, I combusted my engine and drove at full speed. Watching my Allies jump into the room full of perverts was satisfactory.

The asswipes were preparing to leave after submitting fat bags that I have no doubt was full of money. I observed some drop their bags carelessly at their feet as they attempted to make a run as my allies broke into the room.

The smoke from fired shots slowly rose from Evan's gun. He shot dead a volunteer while Conor unarmed another and forced him down on the dirty ground on his stomach.

Good. We need one of them alive to record their statement.

I wished to drive even faster but I was already straining the car off its ability. Taking a peek at the screen showing the situation in the warehouse, I avoided running into dirt sacks kept by the wall near a left turning street.

Some of the buyers had their own guns. But they didn't stand a chance against the bosses of Bratva, Irish and Italian syndicates as they stationed their guns on the forefront, targeting on their heads.

Conor said something, his eyes darkening as he ended it fiercely. May be it was to ask them to stop moving around. One or two wished to act extra smart and earned a bullet in their knees or shoulders. Seeing them fall with a puckered look, others settled down. The gun holders let their weapons free to plummet as they went to their knees in surrender.