Page 111 of Fallen Omega

“Aww, come on, now, Dante, don’t give douchebags such a bad name.”

“Gutter dweller?”

Julien's face splits into a smile. “He lives in a condo in the Park.”

“Christ, he’s not even where we have our home.” His daddy lives near where we do when we’re not here in our hub. I thought the gambler still lived at home, but…

You learn something every day.

“Not surprising,” I mutter. “The Park’s for rich poseurs who want to make a statement.”

And our complex is an old converted fifteen floor building, landmark, gorgeous, and built like Fort Knox, harder to get into than a spinster sister. We live where the real rich are, and in the heart of the corrupt, the old money, the big names most don’t know about.

I like being amongst the enemy and those who despise us. I’m not even sure most of them are aware of who and what we are.

But this guy… He’s a nobody, a kid of the rich and powerful, and thinks he’s got power himself.

His daddy wouldn’t care if he dropped off the face of the planet. The dude’s got other kids. Plus a daughter. And this kid is a delta. Daddy likes his alpha son and omega daughter.

Other than driving myself insane watching the wiggle ofAngel’s ass, one I doubt she can get rid of, I’ve been going over some books and diving into the backgrounds of our clients deeper than usual.

“The guy’s fucking rich and he thinks he can fuck with us?” I laugh. “Fucker.”

“Probably thinks we can’t fucking touch him, Dante. Daddy’s got clout.”

“Daddy’s got a lot of clout, but nothing we can’t handle. And daddy really doesn’t give a shit. Even if he did…” I shrug. “Fuck his daddy.”

“Rather not,” Julien says.

I look at him. “We don’t get busy until later. Can you take care of him?”

He nods. “Reaper care, or mine?”

I contemplate it. “Take Reaper, see how it plays out.” He starts to turn when I grab his arm. “After you collect. And take out any cameras first.”

“Got it, boss.”

When he goes, I watch Angel on the feed, and I watch fucking Knight watching her. Shit, he’s got it bad. I want to blame it on the bite, but I’m not entirely sure anymore.

With a sigh, I make the footage small and bring up the research from Reaper.

I frown. It’s all legend shit that people don’t hold with anymore and it’s not like Reaper to give me stuff like this. So, I sideline it for later.

If he gave it to me, it’s not for fucking fairytales, that’s for sure. He’ll have a reason.

He always does.

“Dante?”

I look up as Mason puts a glass in front of me and brandishes a bottle.

“Fuck, yes,” I say. He pours, and I thank him, before picking it up and taking a swallow of the caramel-edged whiskey.

I look into the mirror behind the bar, right as a shadow passes over me in the low-lit space.

Reaper’s there, right behind me, and that man’s more than able to bypass anyone’s awareness levels, but for some reason, that shadow, more felt than seen, made me look up.

He’s not looking at me. His gaze is riveted down. On the device on the bar. That small corner, where Lizette serves the few customers who are in.

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