*More was added to the previous chapter.
DILLON
Ollie was right when she said life was better and more peaceful in our cottage so I'm leaving the penthouse today.
"Everything has been put in the truck," one of the male servants says to me.
"Sure," I say. "You'll take everything to the cottage and have four of the females arrange the inside. I have a place to be so I won't come along."
He nods and leaves.
I leave the penthouse and drive to the Pack prison.
"Alpha Barlowe," an officer I don't recognize greets and I bob my head in her direction.
"I'm here for Alfred or Gustavo, in case you know him by that name," I say.
"Right," the female officer says. "He's in the basement cell, I'll take you there."
She leads the way to the basement cells and stops when we get to Alfred's.
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