Shooting that fat fuck had been one of my most satisfying hits in recent memory. Hell, maybe ever. The sight of him looming over Cody’s tiny body had made my blood boil. I'd watched as the omega had banged on the door before the fucker had come into the room, probably hoping for someone to rescue him. Poor kid. If only he'd known that help was on its way.

Then that fat fuck had come in and shoved him down on the bed. The moment I’d seen that, my body had gone still as I'd lined up my shot. My finger had been just about to press the trigger when he’d bent and yanked the boy from the bed and pushed him to his knees.

Once he'd straightened again to give me a clear shot, my finger pulled that trigger, and the show was over with just one shot from Baby's iron mouth. There was no way I'd have waited for him to shove that thumb-sized cock through the boy's lips.

After he'd dropped, and I saw the spray behind him, I began packing up and preparing to get the fuck out of Dodge. I heard the twins bursting into the room over the comm while I efficiently disassembled and packed up my weapon. They left the comm open, and I heard Cody apologizing profusely. The boy probably thought the twins were with whoever had been holding him.

"I didn't do it! I promise, he just fell there and..." His panicked voice came loud and clear before he paused, then he spoke again in a fast clip. "Please, forgive me! You can use me however you want, I won't fight—just don't drug me! I know you guys have always wanted to take a turn with one of us, you can take me now, really! I won't fight you, and I won't tell the bosses either. It’ll be our secret, I swear!"

Zeke growled. "Get your hand off my fly, Cody. You're safe—we're not with those fuckers who brought you here."

Ezra echoed Zeke. "You're safe, Cody. It's not necessary for you to offer yourself up like this; nobody is ever going to touch you like that again. We're Team A.L.P.H.A.; you called our hotline number yesterday, and we’re here to answer."

Cody's voice went silent as I closed my case and sprinted toward the ladder. Zeke's voice was in my ear. "Did you hear my brother, boy? We're answering your call for help. You're safe now."

Ezra spoke quietly. "I'm gonna have to take him out in a fireman's carry, we need to get him out of here. I think between Levi's bullet and our rushing the room, we must have pushed the kid into his happy place—wherever the fuck that could possibly be."

I glanced over the edge of the roof, satisfied to see nobody around the alley that ran behind the building. As I clambered down the ladder, I heard Zeke's chuckle as he warned Ezra to step carefully.

"Dude, watch out for the dead fatty. You don't wanna trip over him and slip in that puke. And dropping Cody on that asshole wouldn't be cool, you feel me?"

Ezra snorted loudly in my ear as I hit the ground and began making my way along the alleyway. "Thanks for the reminder. That gut on him would've tripped me for sure if I hadn't remembered to step wide. Holy shit, did you take a good look at that fat fuck? That's why you need to just say no to all the treats at the office, bro. I mean, damn. I’m pretty sure the memory of that pale, white gut is gonna haunt me for a while."

Zeke chuckled. "Yeah, I’d lay odds on the fact that he hadn’t seen his teeny weenie in at least a decade. Although, maybe that was a blessing. Hell, with a dick that small, food might have been his only way to get off."

"Alright, you two." Noah's amused voice came over the shared link. "Enough. Just get out of there and try not to trip over the bodies you left down the hall. Zeke, get your ass to room 242. I have an omega here for you to carry out—the dude's drugged to the gills. I have the other one. We’ll use the emergency stairs at the end of the hall. It will drop us out by the rear entrance."

"Rear entrance, ha! Hey, where's Boomer?" Ezra asked.

"Where the fuck do you think I am?" Boomer growled, the sound of a revving engine in the background. "I'll be pulling the van up to the back door in about thirty seconds. Get your asses down here—we need to get gone. I left the dude who was at the door out here in the bushes, but it won't be long before someone sees him and calls in the po-po."

I heard the van's cargo door slide open with a loud groan and Noah's voice in the background as I cheerfully exited the alley, whistling, and began walking down the block. "The twins are right behind me. Levi, you clear?"

"Sure am, bossboy," I said, holding and tapping my ear like I was adjusting a Bluetooth as I passed a pair of old ladies on the sidewalk. Once I'd passed them, I took advantage of the red light as I jogged across the street, weaving between cars.

I ignored the few honks, waved middle fingers, and muffled curses as I made my way over to the other side of the street and merged with the crowd. "I'm going south down Tremont Avenue. Head back the way we came in, you can pick me up en route."

I heard the van's doors slamming shut and whispers of movement crackling over my earpiece. Boomer was the first to respond, while I assumed the others were busy getting our rescued cargo settled in safely. "Roger that, Levi. You've got shotgun, just jump in when I pull up. It’s gonna be a minute, the light has traffic backed up on this end."

Sirens sounded in the distance. I heard a heavy sigh from someone as Noah commented next. "Sounds like someone’s found one of the gifts we left back at that motel."

"Don't kid yourself, bossboy," Jonah said. "You're in the big city. They won't get to this scene for a while, you boys ain't in Pleasantville, you know? Shit takes time in the city, even with bodies in play." The sound of his fingers clicking over his keyboard came through the comm while I continued casually walking down the sidewalk. "Yeah, okay. Here we go, the average response time to a critical call today is eight minutes, forty-six seconds. The call came into 911 one minute, thirty-three seconds ago, so you're golden. Those guys are headed to an assault three blocks west of you. Just get out of there, you're fine."

"You're the best, Jonah," Ezra said.

"Tell me about it," Jonah grunted. "Do you know how many satellites and cameras I had to redirect or hack into just to erase any trace of your presence? Don't worry, boys. You're clean. No trace of any of you, except for Cody's puke and the fingerprints the omegas left, but I'm already working at replacing Cody's official fingerprints on his file. I can't take care of the other two until I get IDs on them."

"Lookin' good, Levi. Work that ass," Boomer interrupted with a wolf whistle in my ear as the van suddenly pulled up to the curb about fifteen feet ahead of me. I walked over and casually got in as he pulled away. I was just sliding Baby between the seats as Boomer merged back into traffic and we made a clean exit.