Page 34 of Claimed Omega

And for years, it worked.

We traded in pills, not caring who we sold to because we never offered synthetics or crap that hurt Omegas, only products with natural ingredients, even if ours were a lot more expensive on the market.

All that had gone out the window when we finally scored ourselves an Omega. Along with so much baggage, it might as well be a tidal wave that never stopped slamming into us.

Would I change a thing?

Fuck no! Trinity was ours, and if that meant fighting to the end, I’d do what it took because nobody was taking the woman I loved away from me. I’d fuck them up real good if they tried.

That was why I was driving like a maniac in the middle of the night down the backroads to avoid anyone seeing us. We had to find contact details for Trinity’s friend since she might be our inside key against Axel.

“You think we’ll cross paths with any of the Matteis?” Viper grunted, playing with the tip of his blade in the passenger seat. The guy always had a loose screw, but I didn’t hold it against him. I’d rather he was in my corner than against me.

Since he’d met Trinity, he’d changed. Tamed down around her, but the savagery in his eyes of anyone else potentially endangering her was as fucked up as mine. If he was going to go psycho on anyone, let it be all the pricks who intended to harm her.

“Pretty sure we’ll see them or the Shchavlevs on our drive. We just keep low.”

“I’m in a shitty mood and want to kill someone.”

I glanced over at him, staring into the darkness, and knew he meant every word. As long as it was the enemy, I didn’t give a fuck. Viper was a tornado when he got pissy, and standing in his way made you collateral damage. So, unlike Shadow, I didn’t bat an eye at anything Viper did.

We drove in silence, my ears and eyes sensitive to what was around us. Headlights turned from a side road behind us, piercing through the night, and my pulse sped up. Viper already had his Glock in hand, lowering his window.

“It’s probably a local,” I murmured. “Don’t shoot a civilian.”

Viper watched the car behind us through his side mirror. Every turn I took, they followed, cranking up my panic. The gun I had tucked under my thigh felt like fire, reminding me it was ready for the taking.

I lifted my gaze to the streetlights up ahead, where the road diverged into two lanes on our side. Swallowing a shudder, I came to a stop as they pulled alongside us, my hand gripping the hilt of my gun to pull it free.

“When I start peppering them with bullets, you hit the gas,” Viper grunted over his shoulder at me.

Heartbeat thundering, we sat at the red lights as several other cars ran across the road in front of us.

The white sedan pulled up alongside us, and my eyes scanned the driver frantically. Viper had his gun pointed at them just below the window.

Single driver. A young female, hair pulled back, who appeared to be wearing scrubs.

Glancing at us momentarily, she flinched, fright palling her face when she saw both of us staring like death into her, Viper lifting his gun.

“She’s a civilian,” I hissed at Viper. “Stand down.”

The street lights flicked to green, and she hit the gas, flying away from us, probably on the way to the hospital for a late shift.

“Fuck, man, couldn’t you see she was an innocent?”

“You can’t be sure of that,” he growled.

“Just chill out. You’re so wound up.” I took off and swerved right onto the main road.

Viper settled back in his seat, his breath regular, as if we hadn’t almost freaked out on a poor woman.

Hitting the button to put up both windows, I mentally estimated how quickly we could complete the job. My guess was all documents were kept in the office, so if we were in fast, we should be in and out in less than twenty. I’d broken into enough locks to know my way around any filing cabinet.

“I fucking hate being out here instead of next to Shadow, protecting her,” Viper grumbled, studying the quiet streets, back to playing with his blade.

“Shadow will protect her until we get back.”

“What if he can’t, and he’s outnumbered?”

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