Page 19 of Fallen Omega

“What did he say?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Wasn’t close enough to hear. But body language doesn’t lie.”

I turn to him.

“I’m pretty fucking sure it was Ghost,” Reapfinishes.

Fuck.

“That lying, piece of shit prick is back,” I mutter, “and sniffing around?”

“First I saw of him in ages.”

“I’ll make sure our people keep on the lookout.” I check my watch. “I need to take care of some things, then I have a meeting.”

Reaper’s gaze is back on the girl. A muscle in his jaw ticks and there’s a vibration of violence around him. He wants her, too. But he wants to do damage.

Not to her. He’s fucked in the head, but he doesn’t abuse women. But yeah, he wants to cause damage out in the world.

“Let off some of that pent up energy. Talk to some people, get the low down on Council moves.”

“Talk?” He takes another sip of beer. Arches a brow.

“Talk.”

This time he smiles for real. “No mention of her.”

“I want to know what new plans are in place.”

“Talk…how?” he asks.

“Your choice.”

He looks at me. “Speaking my fucking language now, Dante.”

“Send Knight up before you go.”

He nods. “Dante?”

“Yeah?”

He sets his bottle down. “Be careful. That omega’s fucking trouble.”

He’s preaching to the choir.

While I wait, I watch her, how she tries to make herself small, the way she orders a third drink. Cheap, below bottom shelf, liquor. That’s what she’s buying.

She’s poor and watching her money. There’s a haunted look in her eyes; the pinched aura around her speaks of pain, sadness, fear.

My head says there’s something’s going on with the girl.

My body’s too full of a throbbing need to be bothered to work it out.

Her scent winds around me as I breathe in and my cock throbs. It wants that virgin.

Is she a fucking virgin? She must be. That’s why she smells so much sweeter. No one’s had her yet. I fucking hate virgins. They piss me off. I like a girl who knows how to please.

The omega turns.

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