Page 94 of Fallen Omega

Chapter

Twenty

Lizette

“Should I even ask why you look so fucking forlorn?”

I shoot a look of resentment Dante’s way. He’s lounging against the bar upstairs, and I’m washing endless glasses from the night before.

“Do you care?”

The impassive expression is all I need to tell me he doesn’t as he takes a seat and opens his tablet that has a flip out keyboard.

I’ve been here a week, and it’s been excruciating.

I’m lost in this giant new world, even if it starts and ends with the walls of Pandora’s.

He hasn’t told me what he expects me to do. He hasn’t outlined the rest of his rules for work in exchange for protection.

And I know it’s not just this. He told me as much.

It’s excruciating and lonely.

Knight is busy. Reaper keeps his distance when he’s here. I don’t think it’s me because he’s like that with everyone that Ican see. Besides, he’s hardly around, which I don’t know if it’s normal or not.

And why should I?

I don’t, when I think about it, know these men, no matter what’s happened with them.

But it doesn’t stop me from thinking, it doesn’t stop me wondering and wanting something intangible.

It’s not intangible.

The thing I want is comfort.

When Dante doesn’t answer, I say, “What else do you get up to?”

“Criminal things, Lizette. Why? Second guessing our arrangement? Thinking you’ll be better off with your mate-to-be?”

His brow lifts as he goes back to the tablet he’s typing on, the little keyboard softly clicking.

“Hardly.” I try to sound heartless, a brazen, hardened criminal, but I just sound pathetic to my ears.

I catch the half smile that flashes on his mouth. “Well, I’ll make sure to come to you next time we pull a heist.”

“And here I thought you worked in kidnappings.”

Now he looks at me, humor dark and sparking in his eyes. “Oh, we do, but only the girls who come to us and get themselves marked. It’s niche.”

I glance down at the fluorescent light under the bar turning the edges of the bubbles blue as I dip two more glasses onto the whirring brushes.

“When are you going to trust me?” I ask.

“It isn’t about trust.”

“Sure. I know you keep Knight from me. And Reaper.”

The words hang, and he just stares at me. Then he starts laughing. “Fuck, you’re a comedian, too. What other secret talents do you have?” Slamming the glasses down, he goes back to whatever he’s doing. “Contrary to what you mightthink your magic pussy can do, along with my powers to order around the other two alphas in this pack, they’re busy.”

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