Page 63 of Curvy Dirty Omega

“Silence makes you complicit,” I reminded him. “Letting that happen and doing nothing about it is worse in my opinion because it means you’re a coward.”

I took my time drawing the blade across his throat, keeping it shallow enough his blood gushed down his front just like the other one, but it would take some time for him to bleed out.

Just like it had for Gideon and Lucy’s mother.

Blood pooled on the white tile beneath them. It soaked into my clothes and cooled on my skin where it had splattered, but all I could see was the bright red pool of blood that kept getting bigger.

It finally hit the toes of my boots, but I couldn’t bring myself to move, not when I felt frozen in place by the thought of what Lucy would do if she found me right now, looking like this. She’d find out eventually because she was too damn smart for her own good.

But this was for her.

Their bodies would get chopped up into tiny little pieces and sent off to the farm for the pigs to eat or sent to the crematorium. It didn’t really matter to me since Liam was the one who took care of that part.

Maybe he’d come down here tonight and help me clean up like he usually did, but I doubted it. Lucy was changing our lives and I had no idea how far it would go.

I really didn’t like that.

Maybe I should take Liam up on his offer next time because it didn’t seem to matter what I did. Regardless of what choice I made I’d end up dead so I might as well get something out of it.

Licking the blood from my lips, I wondered for the thousandth time if she’d taste as good as she smelled.

Fuck, I was starving.

Maybe I should order some steak for dinner tonight. Soup just wasn’t cutting it anymore.

CHAPTER 21

Lucy

After my nap, Liam woke me up with breakfast despite the fact that lunch had already come and gone. It was nice of him to pretend like I hadn’t pleaded for him to take a nap with me. He’d made sure I woke up alone, but it wasn’t as if I’d forgotten what I’d done.

No, I remembered every fucking moment like it had been filmed by my brain in high definition. Especially the memory of what he looked like without a shirt on.

Closing my eyes didn’t help wipe the image from my mind, if anything, it only intensified the details until all I could think about was the way those oblique muscles had dipped into his black jeans, sitting so low on his hips I wondered how they hadn’t fallen right off of him.

Jesus, Liam fucking Valor had made me breakfast in bed – scrambled eggs and toast with a side of fruit and the best orange juice I’d ever had. He’d assured me there was no pulp in the juice, and there hadn’t been small bits of shell in the eggs either. They’d been fluffy and buttery. I’d never tasted anything so delicious in my life as those eggs on toasted sourdough.

He’d also made sure I knew where all my stuff was, including my phone and laptop. Then he let me take my time looking around his fancy urban house.

It was close to the office he worked in, but tucked away in the middle of the city just behind the fashion district between Chinatown and Little Tokyo. I was pretty sure it had once been a warehouse he’d converted into a three-story masterpiece of urban luxury.

The walls were mostly glass when they weren’t cement or brick and I was positive the view of the city would be breathtaking at night.

There wasn’t anything of interest in his house though.

Despite the faint scent of his and Cas’s mixed pheromones, I would have assumed the place was a showroom for architects or designers. There were no pictures on the walls or personal items to decorate any of the surfaces. They didn’t have bags or jackets on any of the furniture either and it wasn’t until I went into the study that I found any trace of someone living there on a regular basis.

Two desks just like in the Valor Enterprises main office building and two computer setups. Shelves lined three walls and the fourth had been all glass with a gorgeous view of the buildings reaching for the sky in Chinatown.

Even the study was too clean, but there were books on the shelves that showed signs of wear and tear. The computer mouse on Liam’s desk had marks where his hand went, rubbing off some of the coating.

I hadn’t had the courage to go into his bedroom or Cassius’s, but I’d studied both from the doorways. They were right next to each other too, and they shared one of those connecting bathrooms but it was massive – more like a spa than a normal bathroom from what I could tell.

Not that I’d seen it myself, but the blueprints hadn’t been hard to find.

The house may appear sterile, but the whole place was infused with the subtle scent of Liam’s pheromones mixed with Cassius’s. It wasn’t overpowering or laced with overwhelming emotions, but it did make the place feel safe and welcoming.

At least, it did for me.

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