All Chapters of Trapped Between Two Alphas: Chapter 691 - Chapter 700

“Tell him to hurry,” Tessa insisted. She needed her baby almost more than she needed to breathe. And she was desperate to get over to this address before the men moved—and took her daughter with them. “We need him.”Zy nodded. “You got it.”Zy glanced at Tessa, who looked tense and withdrawn in the passenger’s seat of her little sedan. As they sped to Hector Johnson’s place, he wished like hell they could clear the air now. But she wasn’t in a good headspace, and he was at least half to blame for that.Why hadn’t he shut the fuck up in the bunker when he’d had the chance?The only good thing he’d done this morning was drop Hunter a text to tell him Tessa’s double cross wasn’t at all responsible for Kimber’s abduction and that he needed a few more hours. After that, he’d explain everything.“Baby, I know you’re worried.” Zy was, too…but he didn’t want to say that. Even if he didn’t share Hallie’s blood, that was his little girl, damn it. He knew how ruthless cartels could be. He’d seen

From his current position, he had a better view of the kitchen, but half of it still wasn’t visible. He saw an open cabinet door and heard footsteps, but that didn’t tell him who he was dealing with.Still crouching, he eased into a shadowy corner of the living room, pressing his back to the wall, then craning his head around the remaining obstructions.Bingo! A woman with long brownish hair swishing down her back and wearing tight black yoga pants emptied the dishwasher, skinny ass swaying to some R and B tune. But that wasn’t the only thing that interested him. In the very edge of his view, he caught sight of what looked like the leg of a high chair.Damn it, another six inches and he’d be able to tell if his eyes were correct and if Hallie was in there.Suddenly, he heard a baby peal unhappily. His heart leapt in his throat.“If you want more Cheerios, you’re going to have to wait, kid.”So they did have a baby here. He glanced back at Tessa. Her eyes had gone wide. Hope lit them.

“How much do I owe you?” Tessa didn’t have the money for this indulgence, but she needed it for her peace of mind. Too bad her rent was almost due and she was about a hundred bucks short, but she’d figure it out later. Maybe one of the bosses would cut her a final check when they fired her. Then she’d have to start looking for another job immediately, maybe two. And she’d have to find less expensive daycare…somewhere.But none of those problems were more important than Zy.“Nothing,” he assured. “It’s all been taken care of.”Why? And by whom? “I don’t understand.”He just smiled. “I see you’re cuddling with your little one. I’m glad she’s okay. Mind if I help myself to some water?”“Of course not. I would get it for you, but…” She glanced down at Hallie. She slept like a child who hadn’t rested well in days. Probably because she hadn’t.Minutes after the last shot had been fired at the mobile home they’d infiltrated, the police and ambulances had come. The coroner, too. The next whil

“Wha… I don’t… Someone almost killed you? This morning?”“What the fuck do you think I do for a living? I take down bad guys. Every. Single. Day. And you’ve been enabling them for a buck. But not anymore. I’m stopping it. They also kidnapped my girlfriend’s daughter. They put a gun to her head. She’s an infant. And it was all coordinated on your fucking app. Won’t that look good in the press, especially after you banned people so publicly for merely talking about government overreach because you thought they might get violent? These people are violent—and they’re criminals. Give me a fucking break.”“Son…”The emotional appeal in that one word pissed him off. “Don’t call me that.”“But you are.”“In blood only. If you don’t want me to go to the press with everything I have—accounts, screenshots, secret groups that clearly violate your terms of service—you ban every one of those motherfuckers and you live up to your promise of a safe platform. If you don’t, in twenty-four hours everyth

His gaze stopped on her gold-colored wrist cuffs, and his face hardened into solid rock. “Here go, dude?” he repeated softly; then his voice turned cold. “What is your name, trainee?”Oh crap. “I’m Gabrielle”—don’t say Sir, don’t say Sir—“Sir.” The respectful term slipped out; she just couldn’t hold it in under his ruthless stare. Damn, he and Master Marcus had this intimidating stuff down to a science. Don’t let him psych you out. She tsk-tsked at him. “My grandmother said you shouldn’t frown like that because your face might stay that way.”“She’s got a death wish,” he said under his breath. Rising—and oh, joy—the guy was as tall as Marcus. He gripped her arm and glanced at his sub. “Wait here, Kari. I’ll return in a second.”“Yes, Sir,” his sub said and gave Gabrielle an appalled look.After glancing around, the dom dragged Gabi across the room to a station where a domme caned a potbellied, older man. Gabi winced as the man’s gag-muffled groan followed each whacking noise. The nast