Page 36 of Broken Dreams

“Focus on the next thirty seconds, and then do it again,” he says so only I can hear. “You’re doing so fucking well.”

The praise helps clear the terror from my lungs as I take a breath and keep moving. I can hear the thudding music through the walls as clients continue to enjoy Slick Dreams’ amenities.

We haven’t seen Christian since his last visit, which means Makayla and I will probably never see him again. As much as I downplay the way I feel about him because it’s easier to swallow when he has to leave, I’m going to miss him.

Makayla’s weight in my arms also helps to keep me centered as she puts her hand on my skin. This girl is my rock, the reason I get up in the morning. I need to do this for her as much as for me.

My steps take me to where there’s usually a guard, and I begin to slow down. The alphas take my lead, forming an arcbehind me as they glance around, listening for anyone who may pop up.

“There’s usually a guard here,” I breathe, not wanting to be too obvious about it.

“Do you have an escort to take the little whore to her room, or is the boss selling her to these men to fuck while she’s unconscious?” Saxon asks, seeming to come out of nowhere.

Fuck. This warehouse has alcoves all over, which makes it easy to hide.

“Unconscious gang bangs seem fun,” Oliver says with a dark chuckle. He’s believable in a really creepy way.

My skin pebbles with goosebumps in the face of a predator. Outside of the bedroom I’m realizing these men are scary and dangerous. Figures I’d have a goddamn type.

“He’s taking us to an available room,” Lucas adds.

I’m almost stiff with stress now that Callum is no longer touching me.

Please don’t notice I’m being shady as hell, Saxon.

“I am,” I murmur. “Bret told me to do it.”

“Did he also tell you that he wants you on the floor working?” Saxon asks, brow raised. He’s a brick house of muscle, the type of person you’d expect to constantly be at the gym.

I’m hoping there’s also very little brains in his thick, bald head. Swallowing hard because it’s no secret this beta makes everyone nervous, I nod.

“He did,” I rasp. “It’s the next place I’m headed after a shower.”

Saxon’s nose turns up as if he can smell me from where he stands. I wouldn’t be surprised, honestly. I didn’t do much, but four days of being around sweating alphas and laying on slick stained sheets are bound to take its toll.

“Give her to me,” he says, making it clear this is an order and not a suggestion. “I’ll take her.”

“Jostling her could wake her up and ruin things,” Duncan murmurs carefully.

“There’s drugs to put her back under for hours,” Saxon says breezily.

The alphas behind me silently seethe, but Saxon is too stupid to realize the can of worms he’s just released.

“Makes no difference to me,” Alesso lies. “Go ahead, Little Omega. Do as you’re told.”

I flinch though I know he’s playing the role of a cruel alpha, moving very slowly to give her to him. I make sure to take a step to the side, instinct telling me that I don’t want to block Saxon from the alphas behind me.

A knife sails through the air a hair’s breadth away from my shoulder. It’s moving so quickly Saxon doesn’t see it until the hilt is buried in his throat.

“Breathe, Little Omega,” Alesso reminds me, his hand clamping over my mouth to muffle my yelp. Fuck, that’s embarrassing.

Duncan moves quickly to kick Saxon in the chest, effectively forcing him to fall back so Callum can catch him. The tag team defense is done so Duncan can remove the knife and silently shove it up into Saxon’s brain through the back of his thick neck.

“If we’d had more time, we’d have tortured him,” Callum says sadly with a sigh. “He’s too big to take with us.”

“Shame,” Oliver growls in agreement.

I’m not sure what’s happening right now. It’s not normal for people to kill so easily like this. I’ve seen a lot of death while I’ve been here, don’t get me wrong, this is different for some reason.

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