Page 22 of One Way Out

Leo leans against my shoulder, running his fingers through Saylor’s hair. He sighs and whispers, “I think she knocked out. Do you want me to carry her to one of the beds?”

I shake my head.

Fuck no.

I’d keep her sexy little ass plastered to me at all times if I could.

Omen and Valor will be done in the bathroom anytime, and having her in my lap is a good way to keep me from hopping up and starting shit. I won’t be able to take a swing at her newly bonded alpha without waking her. Hopefully it’ll help me maintain my manners because everything in me wants to fuck that guy up. There are bruises on Saylor’s throat and wrists. If I got a peek under the shirt, I’m positive I’d find even more.

The bathroom door opens, and the two men exit as I breathe through my fury.

“Shh, she fell asleep,” Leo says, keeping his voice down.

I don’t take my gaze off Saylor. She’s so fucking beautiful, my heart pounds when I study her for any amount of time.

But now she’s bonded to those two, meaning the four of us need to find some common ground…ASAP.

* * *

Valor and Omen carry over chairs, sitting across from the couch.

“Aww, you three look cozy. If they hadn’t nicked my phone, I’d take a picture,” Omen says, chuckling softly.

“Valor,” the alpha grunts, offering a nod of acknowledgment.

“Shaw.” I hike a thumb toward Leo, but it’s under the blanket. Hopefully he gets the idea. “That’s my partner, Leo.”

“How much do you know about Amato?” he asks, getting right to business.

“Enough,” I murmur, trying to hold back the bitterness that aches to escape.

“We know a little about his operation, and Saylor filled us in on your concerns relating to what will happen once you’re released,” Leo says, keeping his voice low to avoid waking the omega in question. “She asked us to kill him as her courting gift.”

Omen snorts obnoxiously loud and freezes.

I tilt my head down to check her face, but she’s still asleep.

He elbows Valor and nods to the sleeping beauty. “She also gave me a pep talk about offing Amato. She’s just out here, trying to turn us all into murderers.”

The giant alpha at his side scoffs. “Like we need any help with that.”

“Our boss is our benefactor, but as you know, his only goal in putting us in here was to ensure we could get Saylor out,” Leo says, running his fingers through her hair. “Ridge works with us regularly, and he’s who will take possession of us once we’re released.”

“He knows priority number one is getting Saylor back to the States,” I add. “Assuming they release us together, he’ll pick up the tone. You don’t have to worry about that. I’d trust him with my life.” Running my hand down Saylor’s back, I study Valor’s dark eyes. “More than that, I’d trust him with hers.”

“Well, it sounds like you should get to biting, gents.” Omen nods toward the sleeping omega. “Amato isn’t known for his patience. I’ll be genuinely fucking surprised if he waits five days to retrieve us. He doesn’t give a fuck what the facility has to say.”

“No.” My head shakes of its own volition. “I’m not rushing that. It’s too important.”

Valor raises an eyebrow. “Then, you plan to rot in here while we take care of our old boss and simultaneously try to keep Saylor safe from him?”

“No,” I say simply.

A plan sizzles at the back of my consciousness, but truthfully, it’s a last resort kind of option. It would take Leo and me away from Sayloragain, which is the last fucking thing I want. It could also be a good way to grovel and to prove how committed we are to keeping her safe, but it’s a gamble.

She seems open to forgiving us, and I want that more than anything. I just can’t stand the thought of us bonding and her realizing after the fact that everything was rushed because of our circumstances. I need her to genuinely forgive us before I sink my teeth in.

“Does anyone happen to know what country we’re in?” Leo asks, breaking the silence.

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