Page 1 of No Escape

Prologue

Shaw

“You punched a seventeen-year-old kid in the face,” Easton growls, shaking his head as he paces the area behind his desk.

“Yeah?” I shrug. “Well, he looked adult size. Excuse me for not stopping to ask for his ID.”

“This is serious, Shaw.” His eyes narrow as he freezes in his tracks. “His father is…”

Blah, blah, blah.

That’s all I hear as I get raked over the coals.

Only, my boss at Shadow Security would have done the same if he had been the one to walk in that night.

Hell, he probably would have done worse.

Easton doesn’t give a fuck about which laws he breaks, so I’m having a real tough time figuring out why he’s all over my ass about this one small thing.

My jaw clenches, and I take a couple of deep breaths as I try to calm my fury.

It doesn’t help.

That little fucker called his friends in.

I don’t give a shit how old he is.

Some assholes need to learn, and I’m not afraid of teaching a lesson…

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Three Nights Ago

My fist slams into the face of the asshole all over Saylor. He groans, but I’m already in motion, ripping him off of her. He hits the floor, and I pounce, landing several more hits to his core. He doesn’t bother trying to fight back; instead, he covers his face and begs me not to hurt him.

Saylor whimpers, and my head whips up. She writhes around the mattress, groaning and red-faced.

And that would be why Leo and I told Easton we shouldn’t take this job.

Still, I’m not a fucking creep, so I shove myself up, slide my arms under her thighs and lower back, and lift her sobbing form. Hiking her up to my chest, I take off.

The dickhead on the floor is in the process of trying to get back up, so I kick him in the kidney for good measure. His shady little friends scatter like rats.

I carry Saylor out of the basement and past a fair number of faces I recognize as her friends.

Not one stepped in to stop this?

Fury burns hot in my chest, and if I didn’t have a client to take care of, I’d go back in there and put the fear of God into each and every one of them.

The omega practically seizes in my arms, and she tries to reposition herself. She ends up with her face buried in my throat, and her warm breath fans over my skin as she tries to lick me. It’s one of the fastest ways omegas can soak up pheromones, but that shit can’t happen.

“No fucking more of that,” I bark, pulling her farther away.

She jolts, whimpering. “I ache.”

“I know you do. I’m going to get you somewhere safe. Soak up my pheromones, but keep your tongue inside your goddamn mouth.” I feel like a dick as I jostle her around, heading up the steps.

“I need something,” she groans, and she’s so hot, her skin burns my forearms. “I think you’re what I need. We’re a scent match. You know it as well as I do. There are only a few months?—”

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