Page 68 of Fallen Omega
“You’re a prick.”
“So I’ve heard,” I say. “You know going home would be temporary.”
“I know.”
My phone buzzes on the table, lighting up. It’s Knight and the one word,shipment, flashes. Fuck. I do have a shit-ton to do today, and I forgot about the drugs and booze coming in. Some of it legal, some of it not.
I nod at Sierra and motion for the next girl. Then I text Knight back.
Handle it.
I’ll join him when I’m done on the three fronts in this room. The burlesque dancers and strippers, Lizette, and Reaper.
“Then again,” I mutter, “I could make you fucking stay and you can’t do a thing about it.”
“They’ll look,” she says. “And I’ll find a way to get a phone or a way out. Then…I’ll report you.”
Her triumphant check-mate smile is adorable.
Because I can, because I want to, because I need to, I lean in close to her, lips brushing her soft, sweet-smelling hair, andI breathe in her skin, that scent, deep into my lungs and blood and bone.
“That outs you, too, sweet Lizette,” I say. “And when they find out you’re not so pristine…” I trace the mark on her throat, pushing in a little to make her moan. “They’ll probably nix the old guy and auction you off to someone far, far worse.”
She recoils, staggering. “You disgust me.”
Her eyes tell a completely different story.
“Right back at you.” I raise a brow. “And that’s exactly what they’ll do.”
I’m not lying.
“I don’t care.”
“Yeah, you do.” I laugh and shake my head. “I’m out of time and this was a fuck-ton longer than five minutes. Go and see Julien. He’ll get someone to take you home.”
I turn and go over to Reaper.
He’s watching the girl on the stage, but he didn’t miss a moment of our exchange just then. “Not her.”
I stop, look at the dancer. “Her? Why?”
He shrugs. “She’s weak. She’ll steal and try to blackmail us.”
“You know that by looking?” I get a drink from the bartender, Mason.
“Yes.” He pulls out his phone and types some things in, then slides it to me. “But I’ve met her.”
I nod and pick up his phone. It’s a picture of Craig Edmonton but young.
Wait. No it’s not.
It’s his son. Who’s a weak alpha, but is looking to carve a name. The article doesn’t say that, but it’s the gist as I scan the gazette from Hover Valley.
“Do you think this is why they really want Lizette?”
“It’s interesting.” He takes a swallow of his rum. “You’re letting her go? Plan A?”
“Yeah. I wanted to wait until tomorrow, but she’s antsy.She’ll find herself in trouble and come back for our protection. Then we can work at removing the fucking mark”
