Page 114 of Fallen Omega

Watching her ass in those too short booty shorts is dangerously easy. The shiny black does all kinds of sweet and filthy things to the shape of her ass. And when she turns, it shows off her thigh gap, the hint of camel toe.

I narrow my eyes as someone drops a napkin and to the fucking bump and grind, she bends to pick it up.

Oh, fuck. I don’t think she’s wearing panties.

And that’s when a man reaches out and slides a hand up between her thighs.

Not just any man.

A dead one.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

Dante

Ihaul the man out of his chair and into one of the private rooms where girls can dance for extra cash. The only one who’ll be dancing in here is this fuckwit. And he’s going to dance off the mortal coil.

“What the fuck,” I snarl, wrench his arm up, and back as I slam his face into the wall, “do you think you’re doing? Touching my girl?”

“I didn’t know!” He screams as I break three fingers and then turn him to punch him in the stomach.

I pull my arm back and land a punch in his face as he doubles over, falling to the ground. I haul him up by his hair.

“Didn’t know? Didn’t fucking know? Were you missing from school the day they taught fucking manners? You don’t touch in here. Ever. And especially not her.”

“Everyone touches a little,” the guy says, sputtering up blood. “Nothing meant by it. They get tipped big. I tip big!”

I fucking grab his balls and twist, enjoying the inhuman howl. “Nothing meant by it, huh? How about I tip you big?”

“Let me go, please!”

“I’m going to fucking pull you to pieces, feed you to the crows, fucking dance on your bones for touching her. And in such a fucked up way. She isn’t yours, get me? She, like everything else in this place, ismine, and when you come to my place, you respect my fucking things.”

“Dante?”

I shoot a sharp look at Lizette who stands just inside, stock still.

Fuck. I realize the outfit’s wrong. On her, it makes her look like she’s dressed like a stripper, or an expensive escort. She looks both classy and filthy, cheap and gorgeous. She’s a walking fantasy and this guy’s going to fucking die for thinking he could even have a taste of her. I’ll take his eyes. I’ll?—

“Boss.”

Behind Lizette, Darcy appears and her expression is one of annoyance, snapping me back to my senses.

“What?” I say, not willing to let this go.

“You can’t kill him.”

“I’m the fucking Unholy Trinity. I can do what the fuck I want.”

Her expression doesn’t flicker. “For one, he still needs to pay his bill, and it’s a hefty one. And two, I think he’s learned his lesson.”

“I didn’t know,” the guy starts, but I cut my eyes to him, and he shuts up.

Darcy pushes Lizette out. “Go back to work, kid.”

Then she rounds on me as I let the asshole go. He tumbles to the ground and curls in a ball.

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