Page 17 of Fallen Omega

“No.”

Fucking Reaper…

He doesn’t have proof, just what I told him and who was trying to shake her down.

“Want me to talk to the two cops?” he asks.

“Andy and Harry are greedy, pliable assholes we can use. Within parameters,” I say, picking up my fresh drink the bartender sets down without me asking. “And if you talk?—”

“Words, Dante.”

I almost laugh. He uses them sparingly, when he needs to, and when he wants to. But asking Reaper to have a chat is a waste of his real skill sets. Besides, those two will talk, and then tattle.

“Save them,” I say.

We have cops on our payroll. These aren’t. They’d love to be, but they’re Council cops. Council fucking people are weak, they can turn. And no matter if they’re Council businesspeople, or Council criminals or Council cops, they take information to the Council.

I’ll use them.

Never trust them.

Never take one into the tight web of even the lowest-level Trinity family.

It’s not that we live outside the law, it’s that we have a code, our own morals.

And trust? Fucking paramount.

“How did you find her place?”

“It was easy. I followed my nose. Her scent is a beacon.” Reaper stares at her. “Fucking flowers everywhere.”

I’m about to say something when I do the math. He followed her when she left. So, he couldn’t go in and be here when she arrived. Not unless…

“Reap, when?—”

“She was easy to find.”

He searched her out on his own, before tonight.

“She could still be Council,” I say.

I heard the cops get her name and sometimes that’s all it takes to turn someone because I know where she was coming from. The Hollows.

If she has contacts, then she might have information. The Council doesn’t care about those who’ve slipped through the cracks and ended up there. They care about those who sell certain drugs, identities. Places to disappear to.

She’s a young omega.

The Council’s gotta be drooling over her.

Because she smells untouched.

I want to touch her.

I need to touch her, mark her, rut her, breed her.

Fuck. No. I don’t. I don’t want any of that. And the last? Not ever. With anyone.

We’re a pack without the norms. There are three alphas. No omega to fuck things up.

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