Page 146 of My Unhinged Alphas
Havoc leans against the car, folding his arms. “I like her.”
Vale says quietly, “She’s right.”
I look at both of them, then back at her. She’s not backing down. I can see it. Even if I dragged her back to the car, she’d make me work for it, and I’m not stupid enough to start a scene out here over pride.
I let out a breath through my nose. “You stay close.”
Lena’s jaw tightens. “Fine.”
I point at her before she can mistake that for victory. “And if I tell you to stop, you stop.”
She doesn’t answer fast enough for me to like it.
“Lena.”
“Fine,” she says again.
Havoc pushes off the car and claps once, too cheerful for the setting. “Lovely. Family outing.”
Vale gives him a look.
Voss just turns toward the house and says, “Try to keep your people quiet in there.”
I step forward before anyone else can answer and head for the front door, the others falling in behind me.
Voss lets us in through the front door.
The house looks normal at first glance. Too normal. Clean counters. Shoes by the entry. No signs of a struggle. No police tape, no broken furniture, no drawers dumped out. If you didn’t know better, you’d think the owner had stepped out for errands.
Havoc looks around once and says, “Police been here?” It sounds casual, but it isn’t. He’s asking whether they know the guy is gone.
Voss answers right away. “No.”
Havoc nods once. “So they don’t know what happened to him.”
“No,” Voss says. Then he glances at me. “You were perfect. They may never find him.”
Lena turns sharply at that, but nobody explains it.
Voss shuts the door and keeps his voice low. “But police are not the ones looking for him.”
That gets all of our attention.
Vale says, “Who is?”
Voss doesn’t answer. He looks at Lena instead, clearly unhappy that she’s here and even less happy that this conversation is happening in front of her. “You brought her,” he says.
“She came,” Havoc replies.
Lena folds her arms. “I’m standing right here.”
Voss looks at her once. “That’s part of the problem.”
I say, “Show us.”
He takes us down a short hallway to a room at the back of the house. Probably meant to be a study. Desk, shelves, printer, locking file cabinet. Practical room. No wasted space.
I stop in the doorway. For a second, I don’t think my brain takes it in properly.
