Page 16 of Omega's Vengeance

His chin rises. “You heard me. Make room for me to sit. The cot isn’t just for you.” He looks like a snobby little prince the way he’s staring down his nose at me.

I sit up on my elbows and give an incredulous laugh. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

He doesn’t respond, he reaches down and grabs hold of my feet. Then he pushes them toward the wall. Next, he brushes off the spot where they were, and he gingerly sits down on the rickety cot. The little bed creaks alarmingly, and for one second, I’m pretty sure we’re both going to end up on our asses. But somehow, the cot holds.

“Bed hog,” he mumbles.

I’m tempted to wrap my legs around the little shit’s neck and choke him out. But I control my murderous rage and simply watch him in silence. He eventually turns to look at me. His expression is stuck-up, but there’s a lot of fear and uncertainty in his pretty eyes. I fuckinghatethat my heart flutters as our eyes meet. I resent the attraction I still feel for him.

He swallows loudly, and the says, “We should work together.”

“Seriously?” I arch one brow.

“Sure. I… I can help you,” he says softly. “It’s better if there are two of us. You’ll never be able to pull anything off without my help.”

“Still,” I rumble, “I kind of like the idea of leaving you here todie.”

His mouth thins. “Be smart. Use your brain, not your emotions. You know that two is a better number than one.”

“We’re still out numbered.”

“Yes.” He shifts so that his knees are pointing toward me. His hip touches my leg. Is he aware of that, or is he too distracted to notice? “But I’ll do whatever you tell me to do. I have to survive this so I can have Carlo murdered. Howdarehe pull this shit on me?”

“Forgive me if I don’t care about your problems right now. It’s your fault I’m even in this fucked up situation.”

He turns his head away, avoiding my gaze. “I’m not going to apologize. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“You’re stupid, kid. If you want me to help you, you need to think before you speak.”

He meets my gaze and a spark of resentment glimmers in his eyes. “I don’t lie well. There’s no point in me pretending I regret what I did to you. I still blame you and Valentino for my father’s death. Nothing about that has changed.”

I can’t help but laugh. He’s like an angry little kitten hissing at Godzilla. “You’re unreal. You should shut up before I make you shut up.”

I expect him to give some snide, mouthy remark, but instead, he leans toward my face. He’s so close, his warm breath puffs over my lips and I’m embarrassed when my dick gets hard. I hate the sexual power this brat has over me.

“Come on, Dario,” he purrs. “You don’t really want to leave me here to die, do you?”

He’s so cocky. He knows I’m lusting after him and he’s trying to use that to his advantage. I’m tempted to head butt him, but I’m reticent to mess up his pretty face. Instead, I move quickly and shove him off the cot, and he lands on his ass with a yelp.

Chapter Four

Alessio

“Asshole,” I grouse, glaring at Dario. “I could have broken my neck.”

Dario smirks. “Oh, well.”

I scramble to my feet, scowling. “I guess I should expect that sort of treatment from a low life thug type.”

“You’re not exactly an upstanding citizen,” he mutters, rolling over and presenting me with his backside.

I don’t speak for a moment, then I say, “Instead of sleeping, shouldn’t you be thinking of a way out of here?”

“Iamthinking.”

I should probably count my lucky stars that Dario is ignoring me, instead of trying to get revenge on me for how I’ve treated him. I’m trapped down here and he could do what he wanted with me. I don’t have my cattle prod anymore and he’s a lot bigger and tougher than me. If he wanted to make me pay for what I’ve done to him, he could do that easily.

Feeling dejected, I shiver while glancing around the dark, dank space. As much as I’d like to believe Dario can somehow get us out of here, I know there’s no way out. For decades my family has used this cellar to imprison people. Not one of them has ever escaped. As I stand in the chilled room, inhaling the rancid scent of urine and blood, I’m seething. The cavalier way Carlo just left me down here enrages me.