As I walk outside, I spot a group of my warriors assessing the tree that fell through the roof of a house. They have chainsaws in their hands as they struggle to figure out the best approach to remove it without further damaging the house’s structure.
Striding over to my car, I unlock it right as Jonah rushes over, and I groan. I have had enough of the inner struggle with myself, I don’t need the boy to follow me again and pull on the strings of my tainted soul even more.
My father chuckles at my reaction to the small boy. His green eyes light up as he sweeps his hair from his eyes. “He can’t be that bad, he is a kid,” my father chides, clapping his hand on my shoulder.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if the blood results show he’s the spawn of Dennis the menace,” I grumble under my breath, once again, making my father laugh at my misery.
“Mr. Andrei, Mr. Andrei!” Jonah calls out, waving his hand at us with so much enthusiasm, he draws everyone’s attention to him.
“What, Jonah?” I ask, tossing my bag in the backseat. Maybe, if I’m lucky, Jonah will notice I am busy already and will back off. Fingers crossed.
“Are you leaving?” Jonah asks, as if he’s completely oblivious to the fact that I am, in fact, getting ready to sit in the car and drive away. Before I can take a breath, the little shit turns to my father and glares at him as if Derrick is an unknown species. “And who are you?”
Jonah sniffs the air around us. His little brows pinch together once she realizes how similar our scents are, which does nothing but confuses him even more.
“He is my father, and yes, I am swamped. Now, go play or do something else away from me, maybe go harass Sage, she is inside,” I instruct him and point at the house, where my mate, I’m sure, is watching my misery and having the time of her life.
Jonah is about to turn around and look at my house, but he jumps when we hear yelling, and a loud crash. I glance over at the house to see the men have knocked the tree down off the roof with the digger.
“Oh, shit!” My father drops his bag next to my feet and jogs over to them.
I follow in his footsteps. Everyone is frantically trying to lift the monstrous tree, as I get closer, I hear groaning. My eyes scan the surroundings and focus on Clay, trapped on the ground. His body is under the tree and he has a branch caught across his stomach, which pins him down.
Luckily, only the branch is pinning him, and the gigantic trunk didn’t crush him. A sigh of relief leaves my lips as I walk closer to the scene. “How the hell did that happen? Are you good?” I ask Clay.
Clay nods and holds his thumbs up. Thank fuck it looks like he’s just trapped and he isn’t suffering any injuries from the accident.
While everyone present is trying to lift the tree off him, I facepalm myself at their idiocy. “What are you idiots doing?” I groan.
“Trying to help lift the tree,” Casen replies, and my father laughs beside me as the four warriors try hauling the tree up.
“I swear you fools only have one brain cell amongst you,” I mutter.
“Yeah, and even that one is fighting with itself for third place,” Derrick adds and I barely hold back from laughing like a damn hyena.
“Help us, Alpha,” Casen begs, and I shake my head, pointing next to his feet.
“What is that?” I ask him, and his eyes follow where I am pointing, just to look back at me as if I’m trying to explain to him the most complicated math formula.
“A chainsaw, Alpha.” Casen replies. He sounds a little too proud of his immense knowledge, and I really have to fight not to facepalm myself again.
“Exactly, bravo. Why are you trying to lift the entire tree when you could just cut the branch off that’s trapping him?” I ask, and they all look at each other.
Thank God I depend on them for their fighting skills, not their brains. If I were to take any of these men as my advisors, the entire pack would be fucked. No, scratch that, let’s make it double fucked up the ass with no way to return.
“Why didn’t we think of that?” Vince mutters, reaching for the chainsaw and picking it up.
“No, wait, please, don’t let them do it! Alpha, those morons will probably cut me in half! Or even worse, they could slice off my balls. Imagine how traumatizing that will be, I stress, slice off someone’s balls with a chainsaw! Bloody nightmare, Alpha. Don’t trust them!” Clay screams at the top of his lungs.
He looks absolutely horrified as Vince approaches him with a chainsaw.
“Good point.” I nod and look around. “Malik!” I call for the only person here who isn’t sharing one brain cell with the entire pack.
I hear a door open and slam closed, and a moment later, I hear jogging behind me. I point to Clay. “Cut free the idiot, who decided it would be a good idea to stand under a falling tree,” I instruct him, and he nods. Malik looks at Clay and mouths what the fuck.
“How?” Malik grumbles as he walks over to Clay and snatches the chainsaw from Vince.
“Are any of you guys capable of hearing it when someone talks, or should we make a mass doctor appointment to check your hearing? Do you think I speak only to hear myself talk? And where the fuck are your hardhats? What about goddamn safety?” Malik yells at them.
They all drop their eyes to the ground, and I click my tongue as I spin around on my heel. I know Malik and Zane can handle the situation just as well as they can handle the bunch of morons.
“There’s always something going on in your pack,” my father muses with a chuckle.
I ignore the remark as I walk over to my car. He is right, there indeed is always something going on around here. The weirdest shit happens thanks to that one community brain cell, so there’s no point in arguing. I press my lips in a thin line as I get in the car and start it up. My father buckles up, and we head off.