Page 157 of Fallen Omega

But it isn’t Jake. I don’t know this man. I barely get a chance to look before he kicks me and I tumble. “No, that’s what’s going to happen to you, bitch.”

“Let me go and you can live.”

He laughs at me, but only I know that if Reaper or Dante or Knight got hold of him, my words would be a lie. They’d kill him regardless. This man touched me. Hurt me.

That’s a death sentence to them.

“You,” the man says, “hurt my friend, you cunt. Had him beaten. So guess what? Since the heavens decided to land you with me, it’s got to be you. Pretty, small, omega—” He says the last word like it’s filth. “And stinking of the Unholy Trinity. Well, I figure those heavens want me to teach you alesson.”

I stagger up to my feet as he comes forward.

He lunges.

And topples, crumpling into a heap. Dead.

In his place is Reaper with a knife. He looks at me, and, holding my gaze, licks the blood from the blade of the knife. Then he flicks it shut and slides it away.

I stare at him. Speechless.

“Think I just won, Liz. And I’m going to collect.”

I keep staring as he approaches.

“Collect?”

“Yes,” he says.

“Me? You’re collecting me?”

Reaper tilts his head. “Who was that?”

“I don’t know.” I swallow. “H-He said I got his friend beaten up so…”

I don’t finish, but Reaper nods. “Knew the rapist then.”

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I guess.”

“Good riddance. And now, I have you.”

“What are you going to collect?”

Reaper’s eyes glint with dangerous intent. “You know.”

He stops speaking and takes my hand in an iron grip. He leads me away from the second body of the night, weaving us through the Hollows like he knows it intimately. There’s a small bar up ahead. He doesn’t say a word to the giantess guarding the door, or to anyone inside. He moves through the people and past the bar itself, through a door labeledprivate.

We pass an office, and he takes me up a set of stairs. At the top of the landing, he pushes open a door and drags me in, shutting it and locking it behind him.

Only then does he let me go.

“Where are we?”

“Unholy Trinity property. Time to give up the goods, Liz.”

There’s a feral, elemental note to his deep voice and it skitters over my skin, driving my senses into a frenzy.

“What goods?” I whisper.

He closes in on me with deadly, erotic intent. “Your ass.”

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