Page 95 of Unhinged Omega

Home sweet fucking home.

Geo kills the engine and climbs out, leaving me alone with my thoughts for a moment. I hear him barking orders, his gruff voice carrying easily through the armored walls of the vehicle.

"You two! Yeah, you. Stop pretending you're not on duty and help me unload the piece of shit in the trunk. Take him down to the basement and make sure he's secured."

My heart rate picks up.

Nikolai must have survived the trip.

Geo is right about one thing. Thatshouldn'tbe a relief. I came to his hideout planning on putting a bullet in the bastard myself, so why the fuck did I put myself in the line of fire to make sure Geo couldn't?

I don't have all that long to contemplate it before Geo rips open the passenger side door.

"He needs a doctor," I mutter, not meeting Geo's eye.

Geo's expression hardens. "You're not calling the shots anymore, kid," he growls, reaching in to grab me.

I try to squirm away, but with my arms bound, there's not much I can do. When he tears the tape off that secures me to the seat, I lunge to bite him and end up facedown in the dirt. Geo grabs me by the back of my shirt and hauls me to my feet.

I spit in his face.

He stares at me in dangerous silence for what feels like a small eternity before wiping my spit off his cheek with the back of his hand and a low growl.

"Iknowyou didn't just fucking spit in my face."

"I'll do it again," I warn him.

He shoves me up against the side of the vehicle, sticking his finger in my face. "You fucking listen to me, and you listengood.You're the one who involved me in all this bullshit, so I don't want to hear a goddamn word about how I'm not doing things according to your half-baked plan. I just saved your ass, and nothing and no one made me do it. I came to your rescue—again—because I do give a shit. Don't make me regret it."

I give a bitter laugh. "I didn't ask you to care."

"Is that what you're doing, then?" he asks, his gaze hardening. "Trying to piss me off until I stop caring about you? Because that might work on everyone else, but it won't work on me. Trust me, you've already pushed every button you could possibly push, and I'm still here."

For once, I have no fucking idea what to say.

But I don't have long to dwell on it before he grabs me again and slings me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The sudden shift in position makes my head spin, and I can't help the undignified yelp that escapes me.

"Put me down, you fucking Neanderthal!" I snarl, thrashing uselessly. "I'm not a child!"

"Could've fooled me, the way you're acting lately," Geo mutters, already striding toward the hidden entrance to his underground lair.

As we descend into the dimly lit tunnels, a hysterical laugh bubbles up in my throat. How many times have I imagined Geo manhandling me like this? Carrying me off to his private chambers for a night of debauchery? But this is about as far from those fantasies as it gets.

Be careful what you wish for, I guess.

Geo throws a glance over his shoulder, and I don't need to see his face to know he's looking at me like he can read my damn mind. Like I've lost it.

Maybe I have.

It's only when we pass the turn that would lead to Geo's living quarters that I start to get nervous. "Where are we going?" I demand, craning my neck to try to see where he's taking me.

Geo doesn't answer, but the pit in my stomach grows as I realize we're heading deeper into the complex. Toward the area I know he keeps for "special guests."

Oh, fuck no.

"Geo," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Geo, come on. This isn't funny. What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Giving myself a break from your constant whining and pestering," he grunts, shifting my weight on his shoulder. His big, burly hand is closer to my ass than he probably realizes, and I'm too fucking pissed to even enjoy it. "You need some time to cool off and get your head straight."

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