Page 166 of Unhinged Omega

Just another fucker I have to kill.

The list is getting too damn long, even for me. And my fingers start to itch if I haven't pulled a trigger for a while, so that is certainly saying something.

"What delivery?" Geo asks, clearly annoyed at how his underground fortress is being taken over by Raven's latest obsession.

"The suppressants, Daddy," Raven says, looking up at Geo from beneath his light lashes with that infuriating sweetness in his voice. The sweetness he uses when he wants something. "I ordered them rush delivery from my most trusted supplier. No offense to your market, of course."

Geo grunts. "Fine. But hurry back. I'm not dealing with your omega and her tin man on my own."

I bristle at Cosima being referred to as "Raven's omega," but I have bigger issues to deal with right now. Like how the fuck I'm going to get her out of here.

And the Knight... that's another problem entirely. Though maybe not as big of one as I initially thought. If she can actually control him, maybe it's a blessing in disguise.

After all, the last time I saw him, he was wiping out my men and destroying my air field. Now, all it takes is a single touch from her to soothe the savage beast?

I wanted to turn him into a weapon in the first place. I just never thought my mate would be the key to controlling that one-man army. But first, I need to get her alone. Need to talk some sense into her.

Raven practically floats out of the room, leaving Geo grumbling something that sounds like, "Darling, my ass," under his breath. The moment he's gone, Geo's eye fixes on me with laser focus.

"What was that about?" he asks, his voice deceptively casual.

"What was what about?"

"Don't play dumb," he growls. "Your reaction when Raven mentioned Azarel. You know something."

Fuck. He's too damn perceptive.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I say, keeping my voice level.

Geo's lip curls. "It was plain as day in your expression, Vlakov. You’ve heard that name before."

"Maybe I should have taken your other eye, too," I sneer. "Then you wouldn't be so observant."

In an instant, Geo's gun is in his hand, trained steadily on my chest. "Raven's not around to bitch about it now," he says coldly, flicking the safety off.

"You think he would forgive you?" I sneer. "His opinion of you seems more important than you'd like to let on."

He scoffs. "I could always say you made a run for the girl. That would dry his tears up quick enough." His finger tightens on the trigger. "So talk."

I weigh my options. The wounds in my back are still fresh, limiting my movement. Even at my best, Geo's not an opponent to take lightly. I learned that the day I took his eye—and the first day he nearly took my life.

And he's right.

Raven's not here to stop him this time.

"Fine," I growl. "Yes, I've heard the name before."

"From who?"

"From Cosima," I answer. "She spoke it in her sleep."

Geo's eye narrows as he considers this new information. I watch an array of emotions flash across his face.

Confusion.

Irritation.

Concern.

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