Page 62 of Curvy Dirty Omega

Prepping the syringe, I considered all the various options.

That bastard loved playing games. It was nothing new, but this fucking girl was his childhood crush – his first love. Liam was fucking obsessed with her in a way that had me worried I’d have to burn her body to nothing but ash when this was all over.

Or his.

So, why the fuck would he keep trying to give her to me? Was he trying to share her, or was he reminding me I could never have what was his without losing my life? We both know I can’t win a dominance fight against him, but it would be close.

I highly doubted either of us would survive the experience.

And then there were all the girls we’d shared before her – all the ruts we’d gotten each other through so we didn’t accidentally kill someone who didn’t deserve it and to make sure that no one would ever learn just how strong I was.

Me, a nobody who happened to possess the strength to overpower legacy alphas. Maybe it would have been different if I’d gotten the red eyes, but no, mine were a very unsettling shade of blue that Lucy kept staring at as if she liked how cold they were – how they promised her I was secretly taking lives that didn’t belong to me.

Her ability to see that side of me through the mask I wore in the daylight was why I knew she’d find Gideon’s murderer, but it was fucking inconvenient if I were being honest with myself.

Even if she did look like she wondered how much blood I’d spill when I fucked her every time I caught her staring at me.

I injected the adrenaline straight into Hodge’s heart and his eyes flew wide open. The asshole tried to scream but it was more of a moan that sounded straight out of a B-list horror movie.

“Welcome back,” I told him. “It’s rude to fall asleep when someone’s speaking to you, but I’m not surprised no one taught you any manners considering what I saw yesterday.”

Miller’s muffled words made him sound pathetic. They were nothing more than gibberish, but I’d done this enough times to know what he was asking.

“There’s nothing you can say to get out of this. There’s no information from you that I want. Nothing I can’t get on my own. I’m doing this because you pissed off Valor like a bunch of rookies.” Miller’s sobs intensified and I tossed the syringe aside. “Liam Valor commands, and I obey.”

I took a step back and swung the club again, hitting Hodge where his jaw hinged on his skull.

Bones shattered, his jaw dislocating instantly. Part of his skull caved in and his jaw awkwardly hung from his face with nothing but his distended skin to hold it in place.

Hodge started to choke – on blood or teeth, I didn’t know and didn’t care.

“If we’re being honest though, I'd probably be doing this even if Liam hadn’t ordered me to. It would have just been a bit more…complicated. Arranging a cop’s death isn’t difficult, but it is risky.” Ripping off the tape had blood pouring into his lap.

Razorblades and teeth clattered to the floor and I stepped over them to place my fingers on his pulse to see he was still alive, but not for much longer.

I finally slid my gaze to Miller, who looked like he was choking on his own vomit. “That omega has me all kinds of fucked up, and between you and me, I’m not sure how much longer I can be such a loyal guard dog. She just smells so fucking good, and she looks at me like she’d stab me if I tried to kiss her. Do you think she would? I really fucking hope so.”

Shoving my fingers into Hodge’s mouth, I grabbed his jaw and yanked down as hard as I could, watching the bloody slits at the corners of his mouth tear until the whole thing came off with a sickening crack.

“What do you think?” I dropped the bloody mess in Miller’s lap and then yanked the duct tape off his mouth, ignoring the blood gushing down Hodge’s front. “Should I take a bite out of her and see if I get my head ripped off, or should I just leave her alone?”

Miller gagged, but nothing came up. It wasn’t an answer but it was good enough.

“I really don’t know how much longer I can leave her alone when Liam keeps shoving her in my face.”

God, her ass…I was never going to forget what that looked like. Every time she wore pants I’d find my eyes on those curves, knowing what was under the fabric and wishing my teeth had scarred her when he’d lifted that shirt up to show me what I could never have.

What she’d never give me.

Cracking the other side of my neck, I shoved down the urge to take what I wanted and pointed the golf club at Miller again. He flinched, and I was pleased to see he might actually be experiencing the same fear an omega did every time an alpha forced them to their knees before taking what wasn’t theirs.

“You let your partner violently use his pheromones on Lucy Parker. You were an accomplice before you decided to commit the same crime and your disgusting scent clung to her hair and clothes until it made her sick. You should have known better than to mess with anything that belongs to Valor.”

Tossing the golf club away made him flinch again as he sobbed like a little baby. Hodge deserved the fate I gave him, but this one…

I slid the knife from my boot and set the blade under his jaw, leaning in close enough I was the only thing he could see. I was his judge, his jury, and his executioner.

Now I was his god.

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