Page 10 of Omega's Vengeance

He stops and faces me. “Yeah?”

“If you do get caught by Valentino, you won’t talk, right?”

He scowls, looking insulted. “Fuck no.”

I narrow my eyes. “Even if he cuts off your fingers or your dick?” Few men hold out long when being brutally tortured. Even if they have good intentions, the agony makes silence impossible. Loyal or not, slice off a few choice body parts, and most men start spilling their guts.

Enzo looks sickened by my question. “I won’t rat you out.”

“Everyone says that.”

He grimaces. “Okay, well, if… if it comes to that, I… I’ll hold out as long as possible. If I don’t get back here quickly, I guess assume the worse and get out of here? I won’t cave easy, but I guess if they cut off my dick, I might.”

I appreciate his honesty and I smile grimly. “If you’re not back in two hours, I’ll disappear.”

He gives a curt nod and leaves.

I hear the engine of the car start and then it fades into the distance. The cabin is deadly quiet once he’s gone. The silence makes sense. The cabin is tucked away in a remote area of the mountains a few hours out of the city of Los Demonios. Father bought the place forty years ago, but not as a vacation home. He purchased the cabin because it was so remote, he could torture people to death and conveniently dump the bodies on the mountain, never to be found.

I shiver, thinking of all the people who’ve been murdered in this cabin. Glancing around, it’s hard not to feel creeped out. Are the spirits of the dead here now? Are they watching me and wishing they could get their revenge? I laugh gruffly, the hairs on the back of my neck stiffening. I stand, shooting an uneasy glance around the small kitchen. I decide to give Dario another visit. It’s better to be around a flesh and blood man who hates me, than a vengeful ghost who hates me, right?

I open one of the kitchen drawers and pull out a pair of oversized handcuffs. I planned ahead about how to restrain Dario. He’s a big guy and I knew his wrists would be too big for regular cuffs. I tuck the key into my back pocket. Next, I grab my flashlight, the cattle prod, and I go down to the cellar. I haven’t been to the cabin in years. As I move down the steps, the stench makes me gag a little. I hadn’t noticed the smell before because I’d been so focused on Dario, but the cellar fucking stinks. The small area is damp, and it reeks of urine and blood. I almost pity Dario for having to sit down here for days.

Almost.

Dario sits up when he hears me coming down the stairs. His size is intimidating as he gets to his feet. He’s much bulkier and muscular than me. I remember the feel of that big body pressed up against my back when we had sex. I hate how my mind swirls with memories of that moment. I’d love to put it behind me, but I find it hard not to think about the rough way he entered me. I shiver at the memory of how he just took what he wanted. There was no negotiating. He took me how he wanted, and it was fucking hot. I enjoyed the hell out of being manhandled by this brute of an alpha. In fact, even now, my dick hardens at the thought of it. But I clench my teeth and push the lusty memories from my brain.

“Back so soon?” he says gruffly.

“I figured why wait?” I smirk. “You deserve to suffer, and I look forward to being the one to make that happen.”

He doesn’t come back with a snappy retort, which surprises me. He’s generally pretty mouthy. He just stands there quietly, the dark shadows giving his angular face a sinister appearance.

“Turn and face the cot,” I command.

He hesitates. “Why?”

“So I can cuff you.”

He wrinkles his brow. “Maybe I don’t want to be cuffed.”

“This isn’t a democracy.” I lift the cattle prod. “You’ll regret it if you’re stubborn.”

He takes a step toward me, leaning in. His masculine power radiates off of him, and I get a whiff of faded cologne, sweat, and wool. “If you’re going to torture me either way,” he says softly, “Why should I let you cuff me? What’s in it for me if I’m agreeable?”

I shiver, instinctively inhaling his alpha scent. I can’t help my physical reaction to him, and it’s annoying. I’m embarrassed by how much he turns me on. I’m not usually attracted to big alpha thug types, but Dario makes me hard. I find myself drawn to how rough and base he seems. He’s so different from me. From anyone I’ve ever allowed to touch me. He’s a hoodlum but I want more of him..

I need to get a fucking grip.

I clear my throat, desperately trying to get control of my perplexing lust. “If you play nice, I’ll be nicer too.”

“Meaning what? You’re still using a cattle prod on me. You still plan on torturing me either way.”

“Yes,” I say harshly. “But if you cooperate, I’ll avoid your balls for now.”

He swallows loudly. “How about you avoid them all together?”

“Sorry. We both know you’re not gonna want to talk. You know the score. I’m sure you’ve tortured hundreds of men over the years. You know as well as I do that threatening a man’s junk is a fabulous ice breaker.”

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