Page 178 of Fallen Omega

Every. Single. One.

No one speaks when she sings.

They follow her every movement. Every note.

And while she’s performed the four nights we’ve been open down here, business thrives and grows each night. The crowds who want in are bigger than the night before.

The angel who sings and doesn’t show so much as a nipple.

Thing is, I prefer the wordless song. The power of her hum.

Her elemental magic she has in those notes.

I get a bottle of whiskey that’s sitting on the edge of Dante’s desk and two glasses that are sitting near it. Both clean. I pour a finger in each and hand one to Liz.

I down mine.

She holds hers, and she stops humming, thank fuck. There’s only so much undoing a man can take, and she takes a swallow. Her previously unadorned nails are vixen red. They match the slinky dress and flame red wig from last night.

I wouldn’t recognize her here as that woman up on the stage, which is the point.

Dante and Knight haven’t stopped snarling at each other, and I’m fucking done. I don’t need this and neither does Liz.

Their altercation has been festering since the raid. And since then, she’s filled the place with her scent, and I’m betting she’s fucked Knight exactly once during those five days as the place once smelled like them both.

She hasn’t fucked me. I haven’t been here more than to grab some sleep and her shows. And she hasn’t fucked Dante. Or perhaps he hasn’t fucked her.

It doesn’t matter. What matters is that Ghost is definitely here in Starlight City.

Liz has seen him. Just one of the reasons I’m hardly around. I’m the only one who can track him, apart from, perhaps, Dante, but those two…their history.

The man betrayed Dante and Dante isn’t New Testament. He isn’t turn your fucking cheek. He’s fire. Brimstone. The circles of hell. He’s all the stories of vengeful gods and dark warriors.

Ghost is slippery. He’ll play on that.

It’s better if I try and find him.

I have all the players in a row. The ones I think are relevant.

There are people I’ve eliminated. Rival packs who rule other parts of the city, those from other cities. I contemplated them.

There are some who’d swoop in to pick over our carcasses.

And maybe others who’d want our power enough to try and join with another power to take over. Though that seems farfetched to me. We run the city. We rule crime.

Besides, the Council’s somewhere in the mix and none of them would throw down with those fucks.

And without the might of an organization as strong as the Council, none of them would take us on, not even if they thought they had a small chance of winning. Because networks exist for a reason. Somehow manage to take us down and the network would eat the intruders alive. We might be gone, but someone who knows our ways will step in to protect it all.

It’s convoluted and the kind of shit that bores me, but it’s there, and I get it. I just leave it to the Dantes of the world.

Besides, our enemies would join us before having a thing to do with the Council.

I keep coming back to that.

It’s right, it fits.

Someone like Ghost fits.

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