Page 68 of Fallen Omega

“You’re a prick.”

“So I’ve heard,” I say. “You know going home would be temporary.”

“I know.”

My phone buzzes on the table, lighting up. It’s Knight and the one word,shipment, flashes. Fuck. I do have a shit-ton to do today, and I forgot about the drugs and booze coming in. Some of it legal, some of it not.

I nod at Sierra and motion for the next girl. Then I text Knight back.

Handle it.

I’ll join him when I’m done on the three fronts in this room. The burlesque dancers and strippers, Lizette, and Reaper.

“Then again,” I mutter, “I could make you fucking stay and you can’t do a thing about it.”

“They’ll look,” she says. “And I’ll find a way to get a phone or a way out. Then…I’ll report you.”

Her triumphant check-mate smile is adorable.

Because I can, because I want to, because I need to, I lean in close to her, lips brushing her soft, sweet-smelling hair, andI breathe in her skin, that scent, deep into my lungs and blood and bone.

“That outs you, too, sweet Lizette,” I say. “And when they find out you’re not so pristine…” I trace the mark on her throat, pushing in a little to make her moan. “They’ll probably nix the old guy and auction you off to someone far, far worse.”

She recoils, staggering. “You disgust me.”

Her eyes tell a completely different story.

“Right back at you.” I raise a brow. “And that’s exactly what they’ll do.”

I’m not lying.

“I don’t care.”

“Yeah, you do.” I laugh and shake my head. “I’m out of time and this was a fuck-ton longer than five minutes. Go and see Julien. He’ll get someone to take you home.”

I turn and go over to Reaper.

He’s watching the girl on the stage, but he didn’t miss a moment of our exchange just then. “Not her.”

I stop, look at the dancer. “Her? Why?”

He shrugs. “She’s weak. She’ll steal and try to blackmail us.”

“You know that by looking?” I get a drink from the bartender, Mason.

“Yes.” He pulls out his phone and types some things in, then slides it to me. “But I’ve met her.”

I nod and pick up his phone. It’s a picture of Craig Edmonton but young.

Wait. No it’s not.

It’s his son. Who’s a weak alpha, but is looking to carve a name. The article doesn’t say that, but it’s the gist as I scan the gazette from Hover Valley.

“Do you think this is why they really want Lizette?”

“It’s interesting.” He takes a swallow of his rum. “You’re letting her go? Plan A?”

“Yeah. I wanted to wait until tomorrow, but she’s antsy.She’ll find herself in trouble and come back for our protection. Then we can work at removing the fucking mark”

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