Page 28 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
“I don’t need the prize money from you,” he chuckles, leaning back against the lockers, drawing my eyes down to the abs he has on full display. “If I needed money, I’d just win more fights and make more.”
Is it cockiness if he’s right? Whatever it is, whether it’s cockiness or confidence, it’s hot as hell.
“Okay, then what’s up?”
“Do you know about the Sorel family?”
I freeze, my gaze instantly sharpening.
“Why’re you asking?”
He shrugs, nonchalantly. Too nonchalantly. He’s hiding something.
“I just know they’re who Razor got some of his new drugs from. The alpha enhancement drugs? I heard those things are powerful enough to even work on betas.”
I tilt my head, trying to figure out what in the world he’s hiding before nodding slowly.
“Yeah, those things have crazy long-term drawbacks, from what I hear. The Sorel family’s drugs tend to do that.”
“Do they?”
“Yeah,” I huff, leaning back against the lockers myself.
“You seem like you don’t like them. Why?”
I narrow my eyes on him, running my tongue along the inside of my mouth.
“The only reason why I’m answering your question is ‘cause I don’t think you should get involved with them. They’re badnews, and they always have interest on any favors or loans you ask them for.” I turn my gaze back down onto the floor. “But I personally don’t like ‘em ‘cause I don’t wanna disappear. They have a reputation for taking girls who have no other choice but to turn to a family like that and poof.”
I wave my hand in the air, emphasizing my words.
Obsidian sits straight and leans in towards me.
“Are you at risk for something like that? Getting involved with someone like that?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I keep my head down. I don’t have the kind of debt the girls they take have. Or the kind of family that would sell me off like that. I just have a lot of people to take care of.”
I glance at the clock on the wall and see it’s almost time for Obsidian to go on for his fight. I stand from my seat.
“You should worry about yourself. Those kinds of drugs are a slippery slope. I’ve seen guys that use them go feral a lot sooner than they would have without it.”
“Got it,” Obsidian nods, his expression grim.
“Hey,” I say, waving a hand in front of his face. “Get that look off your face, you’ve got a fight to win.”
He closes his eyes briefly before opening them and flashing me his familiar smirk.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Little did I know, I was wrong. Keeping my head down wasn’t enough to stay out of the Sorel family’s line of fire.
“What the fuckare you saying to me right now, Dom?” I growl, pressing my fists into his desk.
My heart is pounding in my chest. It’s too early in the day for this bullshit. I came here early to do some of the paperwork for the club, not get absolutely blindsided by Dom’s new insanity.
“You heard me. I’ve been in talks with the Sorel family.”
“You’re fucking joking. No fucking way. Does Frankie know about this?”
