Chapter 10: Prevent and Interest (2)
Arren was correct. It was complete nonsense. How could the victim be denied the opportunity to see their perpetrators if they so desired? Spade simply didn't want them to meet.
"Rules were rules. You are not allowed to know his whereabouts, let alone meet him," he said firmly, leaving no room for argument. What he said was ridiculous even for him, but he didn't like the fact that the omega was meeting that bastard.
Arren was going insane with these rules, like fuck the rules. He couldn't say anything. Who made these damn policies? He had already knitted his brows and was about to tear his hair to make sure it wasn't a dream. He didn't believe it in the least.
"Are you playing with me?" he asked, gritting his teeth in annoyance. This investigator couldn't be joking with him, could he?
"Why should I?" the alpha asked innocently as if everything he said were true. Even his calm demeanor couldn't save the situation. Arren was completely unable to read his thoughts.
He sighed dejectedly. They were going in circles, and he knew the investigator wouldn't tell him anything no matter what he asked, which enraged him. He immediately comes up with numerous countermeasures.
Then he had an idea for a devious plan in his head. He smiled playfully once again, making one think that the angry omega just then was an illusion. He certainly shifted his mood quickly. He was always quick to adapt to new situations.
"Your phone," he said as he extended his hand. He smiled and waited for the alpha's phone.
"Why?" the alpha asked, perplexed as to why he was demanding his phone. Arren didn't mind though and just grinned widely.
"Let us exchange phone numbers," at some point, he was already closer to the alpha than before. It's gotten to the point where Spade could clearly smell the omega's pheromones. "So, you can keep me updated on the investigation," he smiled, showing his white teeth. He was obviously pleased with the plan he devised.
"Why should I?" said the alpha, furrowing his brows.