Page 61 of Curvy Dirty Omega

Satisfied that nothing was going to happen while I dealt with yet another problem for Liam, I walked to the other side of the room and pulled on the metal shelf with motherboards, cables, and keyboards stuffed onto it. I punched in the seven-digit code to the hidden door and the mechanism unlocked with just enough noise they’d hear me coming.

Metal clanged against metal, telling me that at least one of them was awake. Muffled noises filled the vast space, but they weren’t as panicked as I’d been hoping.

Closing both doors behind me, I made sure to leave the lights off until they were secure.

Flicking on the surgical lights overhead, I leaned back against the door and watched Hodge and Miller blink owlishly at their surroundings. They were way too calm given their current situation, but sedatives will do that to a person.

Not that I knew what it felt like, but the closest I’d ever gotten was when someone had slipped me a horse tranquilizer in the same dosage they’d used on the actual fucking horse. Unfortunately for them, my body burned off drugs a lot faster than a horse.

“Gentlemen.” Two sets of eyes landed on me with an impressive amount of clarity.

I didn’t usually enjoy this kind of thing. Normally, I preferred to get the job done as quickly and efficiently as possible, but Liam kept fucking with my head. That was nothing compared to what her scent did to me though.

It took a moment for the two ex-cops to recognize me. The realization hit Miller first and he started shouting, yanking on the chain like a madman. That set off Hodge and the amount of noise these two were making would give me a fucking migraine if I didn’t already have one.

No blood to be seen despite the razorblades I’d placed in the corners of their mouths between their teeth before duct taping them shut. It was disappointing they hadn’t tried to cut through the tape with the blades, but when it came to these two, the bar was on the floor.

“I trust I don’t need to explain why you two are here.” Grabbing the golf club resting against the wall next to me, I strode forward with single-minded focus.

This time, I wasn’t going to let them off easy. An example needed to be made.

Hodge and Miller were bound to chairs bolted to the floor, their ankles cuffed to the chair legs and their arms cuffed behind their backs. Those cuffs on their wrists were chained to hooks in the floor behind them and pulled tight enough their backs arched off the chairs.

It was impossible for them to struggle or get free, but I was still disappointed they hadn’t even tried.

“Valor may not be able to touch a cop, but neither of you are cops anymore, are you?” Sometimes, it was really fucking nice to have the power of Valor behind me.

All it took was one call from Liam to the chief of police’s personal phone and these two had been called in and dismissed on the spot. They’d been forced to turn in their badges and their guns before breakfast this morning.

Now my blood was boiling with her scent in my nose, fucking with my head and telling me the mark of my teeth on her throat would look really nice with Liam’s on the other side. But I didn’t just want to mark her throat.

I wanted to mark that ass too.

What would Lucy look like in one of these chairs, back arched and tits pushed out while I went to my knees to find out if she tasted as good as she smelled?

Swinging the club as hard as I could, the metal struck his knee first, shattering the bone instantly. His scream of pain was muffled by the duct tape over his mouth, but it was still loud enough to make me smile.

Good to see he was making sure those razorblades were doing their job.

“Usually I’m a bit more patient.” I studied the end of the club as the other one pissed his pants. “But this guy I know keeps setting a delicious steak before a feral, starving dog. Resisting that steak is making me a little…”

Cracking my neck didn’t really help ease the tension since it was in every fucking muscle and bone, but the action did ease some of the bloodlust.

“It’s making me a little irritable,” I admitted, swinging the club in the opposite direction. This time, his ribs shattered and the agony of it must have been quite the shock because Hodge slumped forward, head hanging over his lap.

Annoyed he was already out cold, I pointed the golf club at Miller, who was now sobbing so hard that snot and tears ran down his face and neck as he begged me to stop.

“See, I don’t even really like steak. I’m more of a soup guy myself. What about you?”

No response from either of them.

Resting the club on my shoulder, I watched Miller shake so goddamn hard the chains rattled until I was almost positive he’d have a fucking heart attack before I could make him hurt the same way she’d been hurting.

I sighed and went over to the massive toolbox mechanics usually used and opened the top drawer, grabbing the syringe of adrenaline already prepped for this sort of thing.

“Omegas are a temptation. That’s just a fact, right? Alphas learn not to take what doesn’t belong to them, but that doesn’t mean we can’t see it and appreciate it. But what are you supposed to fucking do when someone keeps trying to give you their steak when you know for a fact that taking a single bite will kill you?”

What the fuck was Liam really up to?

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