(SASHA)
I push the front door of the Magna open and quickly scan the interior. It is at lunch hour. The Magna tends to be empty at this time. Eritrea, a mid-twenties female omega that I'm fond of sits behind the bar, sipping on her coffee as she wads through a magazine.
I cut through the tables for the back hallway. "Get everybody out."
She doesn't question me. She obeys and hurries off to gather the few girls and shoo them away.
I round the corner office and one alpha on Angelo's team steps out approaching me, his brows furrowed. I heft the gun and smash it on the side of his head before he gets the chance to tell me anything. He falls on the floor and blood oozes from the side of his head.
"Where are they?" I ask, crouching beside him.
"What the fuck, Sasha?" here groans, holding his head.
"Avi and Angelo, are they here?"
He shakes his head. "Just Avi. Downstairs."
