Page 18 of O'Mega's Revenge
“Neither am I. And because of that, I saw the absolute worst side of power. Did you forget that?” My voice raised to the point where it echoed against the water. I stepped back, realizing I’d gotten too close.
“I will never forget that. You won’t fucking let me.”
My spine stiffened. “There’s a solution for that.”
“My untimely demise due to a musk bomb?” He had the nerve to laugh.
“No.” I turned toward the house with the intent of walking straight through and getting on my bike. Once there, I would ride. To where was a crap shoot. Maybe home to Maryland, or maybe just keep rolling until my money ran out. Hopefully, that would be somewhere in Mexico or maybe Argentina. Somewhere a long fucking way from him and his club.
“Tits, wait.”
I walked faster.
He caught up with me before the sliding door on the bottom floor. The party overflowed into the downstairs home gym that also held a pool table. Someone set up a keg on the concrete skirt under the wooden deck above.
“Listen to me, woman.” He grabbed me by the wrist.
With speed created by many hours working with Missile and Trot, I broke his hold with a quick twist and downward stroke. I followed through with the heel of my free hand to his chin. He barely blocked it in time.
That caught the attention of the women downstairs. They circled the skirmish, ready to jump to my aid.
But I didn’t see it. I was stuck in my emotions. The same dark need drove me that fired up nightmares every night.
I was trapped. When Wolf blocked my strike, he wrapped up around me.
In the background of my internal scream, his words buzzed like white noise. I kicked and elbowed until I was free. Then I ran. I made it to the doors before getting foiled by a sister. I have no clue who it was, but they paid for the mistake of trying to hold me.
Wolf, on the other hand, was fighting his own fight. His sharp yell of my real name broke my haze. I turned to where he was being constrained by four Handmaidens.
“Say the word, we make him disappear.”
“Let me go.” Wolf twisted and got an arm free for a second before more women stepped between us. He towered over them. His expression was frantic.
In contrast, I was glacial.
“We’re done,” I whispered… or yelled. Or maybe I just said it in my mind. I don’t know. But he heard. Either he saw it in the dead light of my eyes, or in the blankness of my face. All the pain would go away if he wasn’t there to make me remember.
Quietly, I slipped through the crowd. At the bar next to the back stairs, I grabbed an open bottle and walked out the side door. I made it as far as my bike.
“Some night.” Quick jingled her key ring and stared at the sky.
I glanced at the bottle in my hand and at my bike. I couldn’t do both. She followed my gaze.
“You going to drink that whole thing by yourself?”
“Maybe.”
“Give me your keys.” She snapped her fingers and held out her hand for them.
The urge to defy her was strong. It was just another trap after all.
Chapter Five
Tits took the tequila— a sure sign she’d had enough of me.
Once the DHMC’s hen party’s feathers were unruffled, I snagged a bottle for myself. It was one of Sprout’s premium Kentucky bourbons. I carried it to the dock and sucked on it for an hour or more.
Sprout joined me. He stretched his legs out. They outmatched mine. He had more height in his legs, but I beat him in the torso. Both of us compared our Viking ancestry once. Turns out we might be related a few centuries back. All that to say, we both topped six feet by more than a couple of inches.
