Page 37 of Omega's Vengeance

I’m shaking with anger, and frustrated that I can’t do any damage to him. The alpha I despise most in the world is right in front of me, but with my arms tied behind my back, I’m unable to attack. Not that I think even with my arms free Valentino would be easy to take down. I never intended to fight Valentino in hand to hand combat. My plan was always to ambush him. Why would I play fair with Valentino, when he didn’t play fair with my father? “You’ll get yours eventually, Valentino.”

He sighs, looking at me like I’m a troublesome child. “Do you really not understand how compassionate I was toward your father? Or are you just a brat throwing a tantrum?”

“Because of you my fatherdied.”

His cheek twitches. “You’ve got your facts all mixed up. Why am I not surprised?”

“You humiliated him,” I growl.

“Isparedhim,” Valentino snaps. “I have to say, I’m regretting my decision to be lenient. If I’d murdered him and all of his family, then I wouldn’t have to deal with you right now. I have much more important things going on, kid.”

“I’ll bet. So many people to betray and humiliate. I’m sure your schedule is full.”

“The one who betrayed someone was your father. He was supposed to be on my side of things. Instead, he threw a fit and grabbed Nico. That almost got Nico killed. Do you expect I’d just stand by and let him disrespect me and mine like that?”

I’m not the idiot he thinks I am. I get that he had to retaliate. But he didn’t have to retaliate so hard, in my opinion. But we’re never going to see eye to eye on this subject. My father is gone and I want blood. Valentino’s blood, to be precise.

“You think you’re right and I know I’m right. You really should kill me,” I rumble. “Because I won’t stop coming for you.”

His mouth thins. “I wish you’d be less annoying. I don’t want Dario upset, but he might be if I slit you open. Which I’m tempted to do.”

“Then do it,” I hiss, taking a step toward him. “I’m sick to death of hearing all the excuses of why it was okay for you to drive my father to his grave. Just come at me and lets get this over with.”

Valentino’s eyes light with a sort of murderous excitement. “You shouldn’t tempt me,” he says through clenched teeth.

When the door opens, and Dario walks in, he takes one look at Valentino and he moves swiftly toward us. “What’s going on here, you two?” Dario slips between me and Valentino, his smile strained. “Is everyone getting along?”

“Not really,” Valentino says in a gravelly voice. “I was thinking I might gut this little shit.” His muscles are bunched and he looks like he’d like to shove Dario aside and lunge at me.

“Just you try,” I mutter.

Dario gives me an impatient look, but then says to Valentino, “I’d really prefer you didn’t kill him, sir.”

“And I’d prefer you went back out of the room so I can deal with this ungrateful punk the way he deserves.” Valentino’s eyes glitter maliciously.

“Come on, Boss, just wait a bit longer.” Dario sighs. “I… I know he’s fucking annoying. I get why you want to murder him. I myself have that urge at least once a day. But, if you’d just hold off a tiny bit longer, I’d be grateful.”

Valentino hesitates, resentment burning in his eyes. But then he gives a harsh laugh and takes a step back. “You’re timing was good, Dario. One minute later and the little shit’s entrails would have been on the floor.”

A chill zips down my spine when I notice the gleam of a small knife in Valentino’s hand. I hadn’t even seen him pull it out of his pocket. If I didn’t hate him so much, I might actually respect Valentino’s skill. There’s no question in my mind Dario just saved my life.

But I’m not one to back down easily, so I grate out, “Figures you’d attack me with my arms tied behind my back. You’re so fucking honorable, Valentino. Here’s an idea. How about you untie my arms and give me a knife too? Then we can see whose entrails end up on the floor.”

Valentino gives another humorless laugh as he tucks his knife away. “For Dario’s sake, I’ll allow you to live a few more hours.” He turns to leave, but he hesitates as he passes Dario. His voice is cold as he says, “Get your emotions under control, Dario. He needs todie.”

Dario stiffens but says nothing.

Valentino leaves us there and slips out of the room.

Dario exhales harshly as he turns to face me. His cheeks are flushed and his dark eyes glitter with confusion. I’m pretty sure even he doesn’t understand why he’s protecting me at this point. “Do you actuallywantto die?” he snaps. “Antagonizing Valentino is a good way to do that.”

“He’s an arrogant asshole.”

“And you’re dumb as a brick sometimes.” Without warning, he pushes me backward, and I fall on the bed.

“Hey,” I yelp, glaring up at him.

“Roll over,” he growls.

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