Antonio POV
It was still early morning while Tony sat in the Alpha’s private dining room, drinking his coffee. He had crept out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake up a very dependent Stacy.
After Georgia had calmed down yesterday, they had gone to the packhouse dining room, to get some food. Stacy kept glaring at Gigi the whole time, while clinging to Tony’s arm. She must of have really been shaken up, he thought, because she was not acting like her normal independent self.
When they went to his bedroom, Stacy had climbed on top of him, naked, but he quickly turned her down. He wasn’t in the mood at all. His mind kept wandering elsewhere.
Where was Mackenzie? Was she okay? Why couldn’t he contact her?
They had talked about it last night, and they all agreed they would give Mackenzie
