Offroad POV
(Minutes Earlier)
"Shit!" Offroad exclaimed, pulling on his hair in frustration as he watched as they dragged Daou off towards the pit.
"You heard him, let's go!" Ram hissed, pulling Offroad back to leave out the back entrance so they could cut across the courtyard.
"We can't let him die, Ram!" Offroad hissed back.
"Yes, we fucking can Offroad!" Ram yelled. "He is right, the moment they realize he isn't going along with the plan Deacon will come for you!"
"Fuck!" Offroad yelled kicking the cage door like a child.
"Let's fucking go!" Ram growled this time forcing Offroad towards the back door they made their way outside and across the back courtyard to his car. Ram shoved him inside pulling out his phone presumably to call Earth to tell him to get out as he ran around to the driver seat. Offroad turned back to look at the concealed area; he needed someone who could get Daou out fast. Someone that Offroad knew wasn't going to just shoot him dead, or that the people wouldn't try to shoot dead either. He needed...
"Fuck give me your phone!" Offroad yelled reaching up to the front of the car ripping the phone from Ram's hand dialing the number he knew by heart.
"Captain speaking," a deep voice answered the phone.
"You want a payday? The old Roth prison," Offroad said into the phone before hanging it up.
"Who the fuck did you call?" Ram asked from the front seat and he sped down the road. Offroad didn't answer but sank back in the seat. It wasn't long before Ram drove past the incoming police envoy.
"You didn't!" Ram asked shocked. "How the fuck are we supposed to get him from there Offroad?"
"I didn't think that far ahead!" Offroad admitted turning in the seat and watching them disappear hoping they reached the pits in time.
"I know why you are doing this and I'm telling you right now you are going to get yourself killed," Ram growled and Offroad felt the pit in his stomach. "He isn't Luke,"
Offroad would never admit out loud that the alpha had bared a strong resemblance to his dead lover; it was partially why he had been interested in who his father was. But he had learned through his mother's intake form that his father was a lowborne alpha who had passed away and his mother was originally not from here. Offroad knew he wasn't Luke or had any relation to him but the man had all been ready to lay his life on the line for him and his mother. That intrigued him. Offroad wasn't ready to let him go.
They had made it home and Offroad had leapt from the back seat and raced up his front steps rushing into his home as Ram screamed for him to stop and to wait. Offroad I didn't have time. If the police got there in time and he hoped they did, the clock had already begun ticking on the time he had to get him out of the wretched place before the man was sold overseas to the highest bidder. The one and only person he knew that could help.
"I need your help," Offroad said as he burst into his father's office. The man didn't even flinch or look up from his paperwork. "I need you to go down to the police station and convenience Captain to give back that alpha,"
"And why would I do that," His father asked in a calm voice.
"Because I am asking you to," Offroad said. "And he saved my life, so you owe him,"
"And why my dear son was your life in any danger?" His father asked, finally looking up from the table.
"I made a deal with Harley for the alpha, he survived in the pits he was mine,"
