Hiroshi and Fionn lead me down the glass tunnel to the elevator. When the doors ding open, we walk across the garage toward an SUV with blacked-out windows, and I’m surprised Ted and Killian aren’t here.
Hiroshi appears to read my mind as he gets in the back seat with me. Fionn drives.
“We’re meeting Killian and Theodore later at the restaurant. They had to run an errand in the end, so don’t worry. You’ll see them again.”
Did he think I was worried? Please. I’m glad to see the back of those two for a while.
We buckle up, and I thank the fucker who invented seat belts the moment Fionn drives us out of the garage, going way over the speed limit.
We must have broken so many traffic laws.
Hiroshi seems so at ease, even when the madman swerves around a bend. I go flying into the window, glaring up at the back of Fionn’s head when I right myself.
“Are you fucking crazy?”
Fionn cackles. “Hell, yeah! Crank up the radio!”
He switches on the radio, and some angry demon screams down my ear. At least play some old-school R&B.
Hiroshi slips on a pair of EarPods and closes his eyes. What have I gotten myself into?
This whole pack is insane.
I just hope I live through this day.
***
Fionn finds a spot on the curb, and how he even managed to get it to park is beyond me.
How the hell we even managed to survive the ride here still amazes me. I am alive, and I am eternally grateful to whatever God runs this crazy shit show called life.
The redhead opens the driver’s seat and raises his arms in victory when he steps onto the sidewalk, and all the rich, fancy folk avoid him.
We really are in a nice part of town. The ladies and gentlemen who stroll down the street look so elegant. One woman wears a mink coat, and I’m so out of my depth.
Killian’s shirt may be a designer, but it still makes me look cheap. I look as if I just got fucked 24/7 by my boyfriend, and now I am wearing his shirt with nothing but a belt to cover up my shame.
I wish I could melt into the leather seat of the SUV.
Hiroshi is silent beside me, and that's when I finally pick up on his scent. He smells of fresh water and wild cherry blossom trees, and I've never smelled anything so unique. It's not strong and overbearing, like the alphas of his pack, but it's still distinctive.
I perfume next, and the scent of cinnamon fills the car. Hiroshi doesn’t comment on it, and I’m glad he's here. He’s a beta, so it’s good to be around a male who doesn't lose his shit at the slightest hint of my perfume.
“Are you ready to go outside, Ravyn?”
My name sounds so sexy on his tongue, and there goes my slick again, dripping generously down my thigh. Again, Hiroshi doesn’t react. He doesn’t even growl or twitch his lip or act like an overall horny animal. He’s just... Hiroshi. Calm and collected.
Fionn is still doing a victory dance on the sidewalk, and more and more fancy folk avoid him. I think he’s just glad he managed to get here within five minutes of us leaving the penthouse, and I’m not surprised. He drove through so many red lights. The idiot.
“Well, let’s go,” Hiroshi says, inclining his hand toward my door.
It’s hard to believe he is a member of such a brutal pack. I guess I am about to see their infamous reputation in action.
Maybe that’s another reason why people avoid Fionn. They know who he is.
Finally, I step out onto the sidewalk in a pair of flip-flops that are way too big for my tiny omega feet, and the three of us approach the gilded set of rotating doors.
My jaw hits the floor when I see the name of the shop.