Page 142 of Captive Omega

What is unprecedented is for a wealthy alpha to actually face the consequences of his actions. He has fancy attorneys, and according to the news reports, he’s fighting charges he won’t win.

Surprisingly, Sloane is not naming any other alphas, though I suspect cops might have offered him a deal to talk and maybe not die in prison. So he’s the proverbial rat determined to go down alone with a sinking ship. But I know the names of more than a handful of those rats, and they’re going down too. Even if I have to drag them onto the ship myself.

Only, that’s going to involve speaking in front of a judge, reporters, and other trial observers. In short, a lot of fucking people and my history of public speaking is not great.

If that’s what has to happen, it will happen.

“Do you have a notebook I could have?” I ask.

“Give me a minute.” Garrison walks out and returns moments later brandishing a notebook and a pen. “Here.”

I take both. “You’re not even going to ask why?”

“I assume you’ll tell me if you want me to know.” He lifts two packages. “Turkey or roast beef?”

My stomach lets out a happy rumble. “Would it be wrong to say both?”

“Not wrong. I can throw in a bit of chicken as well?”

“Sold,” I say, so quickly there’s no missing his smile.

His mouth is a little fuller on the bottom than the top. Sexy lips. And I should not be paying them as much attention as I am.

I watch him for a bit, my eyes naturally settling on his long, strong fingers as he makes me a sandwich on a heavy looking wooden chopping board he sets on the granite island in front of me. It looks like it’ll be a good sandwich.

Turkey, chicken, roast beef, sliced cheese, mayo, mustard, tomato, and lettuce on a sub. He even seasons the sliced tomato. That level of detail alone is impressive.

“I was taking a walk outside earlier,” Garrison says as he builds my sandwich.

I should have offered to make it myself. It’s not like I don’t know how to put a sandwich together, but truth be told, I think I’m starting to enjoy being spoiled. So I sit, my mouth watering, as I wait for my sandwich.

“So?”

“And I found a broken cell phone.” He turns around to grab a jar of pickles from the refrigerator, so he misses my wince.

Shit, I’d forgotten about the phone I flung out of my window. Probably a very expensive, top of the line cell phone that did not have a screen protector or even a case.

I squirm in my seat, embarrassed at what now seems like a childish and stupid thing to do. Maybe it’s the thread of gray in Garrison’s bent head that makes me aware of just how childish that act was. “About that?—”

“I had Lex replace it with a new one. Our numbers are in it, including Isaura and Sadie.” He places two big pickles on the side of my cut-up sandwich and slides the plate toward me. “It’s charging in the computer room, so if you need it, you know where to find it.”

I stop squirming.

He doesn’t notice because he’s back at the refrigerator, pulling a container from a side shelf. There are five identical containers just like it. Fancy apple juice. He fills a large glass full of liquid ambrosia which he places in my grabby paws.

I’m pregnant. It is not my fault I’m addicted to the stuff.

This sitting and having people do things for me that I can easily do for myself could easily become my new addiction.

“And the person who tossed an expensive phone out into the garden? Surely you have something to say about that?” I take a long gulp from my juice and place the glass on the table.

“They have good aim.” The chip bag he pulls out of the cupboard rustles, almost drowning out his voice. He empties a good serving on the other side of my sandwich. “One more foot and it would have wound up in the pool. Not a bad throw to make from the house. More chips?”

I take in the small pile of chips. It’s plenty, more than enough.

“Yes, please.” Greedy is what I’m becoming these days. For food, apple juice, and attention from the men in this house. I should be embarrassed. I’m not.

Garrison deposits another handful of chips to my plate and says, “It’s not my best work.”

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