Chapter forty-six
Wakinguptohandsshaking me, I squinted up at Ace.
“Morning,” he said as he smiled down at me. My lips tugged up slightly, and I felt for Tyson behind me, but he wasn’t in bed. His side was cold like he hadn't been in bed for a while.
“He is at work. You have your end of suspension meeting this morning, unless you want me to pull you out?” Ace said, sounding hopeful, and I groaned, stuffing the pillow back over my face, hating the idea of going back to school. But at least I could see Mitchell, and soon I would graduate, so I figured I would just suffer through it.
“No, I should go. What time is it?” I asked him.
“In that case then, it is time to get up,” he said, gripping my hips, making me squeal before I was flung over his shoulder as he marched into Tyson’s ensuite.
“Shower. I will make you some breakfast,” Ace said, placing me on my feet, and I instantly shivered from the cold tiles.
“We leave in thirty minutes, so shower quickly,” Ace said before walking out. I quickly showered before digging through my clothes and finding some jeans, a blue tank top and hoodie.
“Lucy?” Ace called from the kitchen.
“I am coming!” I screamed back to him while stuffing my shoes on my feet before grabbing my school bag. Walking down the hallway, I tossed my bag near the front door before turning into the kitchen, and tying my hair in a messy bun on my head because I couldn’t be bothered to brush the knots out.
Ace placed a coffee on the bench in front of me before sliding a plate of peanut butter toast over to me. I sipped my coffee before picking up a piece of toast and biting into it. My tongue was sticking to the roof of my mouth from the peanut butter.
“Well, that defeats the purpose of brushing my teeth,” I told him, seeing as he smothered the poor toast in so much peanut butter that I might as well have been eating it straight from the jar.
“Too much peanut butter?” Ace chuckled as I tried to swallow it down with the dry toast, having to wash it down with my coffee.
“Just a little. What’s going on with Tyson? He always seems to be working these days?” I asked him.
“Nothing. Just Alpha Jamie’s pack causing problems. We have had a few issues within the pack because of him.”
“What sort of problems in the pack?”
“Mate problems mostly. Three pack members from our pack found their mates.”
“Why is that a problem, though?”
“Because they are from Alpha Jamie’s pack.”
“You don’t want them to leave the pack?” I asked him, and he shook his head while sipping his coffee.
“No, we said they could go. It's not us. It’s Jamie, he's using his pack members as hostages. Refusing to let them leave and denying our pack members time with their mates,” he said.
“Well, that sucks. All for a piece of land? Why not just hand it over to him?”
“For starters, we had plans for it, but that isn’t the only reason. Alpha Jamie wants the river to send his shit across pack borders. He knows if he steps over our packs’, or the other packs’ borders with his drugs, he will be strung up. The other packs bowed down and gave in, so the river running along the back here belongs to him. Except the piece that backs onto our land. Unless we give this side, he can’t run his drugs up and down it to get it out of the city without crossing into someone's pack territory.”
“Why doesn’t Ryker do something about it?”
“Because he needs proof and reason to step on his land for him to intervene. Sure, he can walk in there and search his pack, but it would cause an uproar with him just walking in. And that may cause problems with the other packs.”
“How was he getting it out before this then?”
“Planes from what we gathered. Ryker shut the airport down, which was on Alpha Jamie's territory, and had a new one built on the other side of the city. Then all this shit started,” he said, looking at his watch.
“Come on, time to go,” he said, finishing the rest of his coffee. I quickly did the same, dropping my plate and cup in the sink before following after him. I grabbed my bag and rushed out to his car, which was parked out the front of the packhouse. Only it wasn’t his car, but a new silver one.
“Where is your car?” I asked him, and he scratched the back of his neck.
“Motor blew up. and Aamon has a friend who owns a dealership. He had this sent here this morning for me,” he said with a shrug. Hitting the button to unlock the doors, he smirked. I huffed, walking over to the passenger side.