Page 20 of Claimed Omega

We barely had the chance to turn toward the black Chevrolet Impala when four figures rushed into the garage just as the roller doors came down.

A sense of darkness rippled down my spine as they fanned out and came our way.

“Viper, get Trinity in the car now!” Shadow growled as he and Aspen rushed forward to cut off the intruders.

Grabbing my arm, Viper rushed me into the driver’s seat and started tugging at the electrical lines hanging out beneath the steering wheel.

“If they get the better hand, you get the hell out here, understand? Run over as many of the bastards as you can.” The car came to life. “Stay low.”

“But they weren’t supposed to come for us until tonight until twenty-four hours passed.”

“Fuckers never follow the rules. Love you, babe.” He shut the door softly and darted into the shadows at the edge of the garage, none of the beefheads noticing him.

My heart was slamming into my ribcage as I peered out through the dirty windscreen, convinced two of the men were familiar. It came at me fast as the terror punched me in the gut. They were my father’s men.

Fuck, he’d found me.

I whimpered, manic hysteria whipping through my veins, and I frantically wanted to get out of the car and run.

Run.

Run.

Run…

I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white. I felt like a sitting target in the car, so I desperately searched the middle console and the glove compartment for something I could use as a weapon. Shoving the trash and papers out, I found nothing, and the backseats and floor were empty.

Panic bristled over me because I wasn’t going back to my father. I’d die before I let him sell me off.

Sweating and panting for breath, I pushed myself back up to peer out the front window, the men shouting something at the newcomers that I couldn’t make out. My heart pounded, sending shivers over my body.

Aspen moved to the left, clearly eyeing two of the men in front of him, one of them holding a gun aimed at him. My blood ran cold, but wait… is that…

I blinked and leaned in, staring at the guy with the gun, recognizing him instantly. A big brute covered in scratches and bruises, he’d been one of the asshole guards in the room with Axel when he’d murdered Don.

What the fuck? I pushed back into the seat, waiting for the tears to come as my body shuddered, but they never fell. Instead, invisible hands wrapped around my throat, leaving me gasping for air.

Were the Matteis now working with their enemy, the Shchavlev family?

Seven

SHADOW

“Are you going to scream, asshole?”

I glared at Axel’s guard, standing before us with three of his men who were smug as fuck, his question hanging in the air and pissing me off.

Aspen’s chest was pumping for air with his fury, his gaze locked on the gun aimed at him.

“Get the fuck out of here, or you won’t be leaving this garage alive.” The angry threat tore from my throat. These sons of bitches rocked up before the twenty-four-hour deadline, thinking they’d get us early, then blame us for attacking them first. It was how it worked. I had just hoped we’d get out of the area before they came for us or at least not see us leave the building.

Desperation ripped through me that we’d made a mistake by staying the night for me to heal. That could end up being the death of us, and I should have known damned better.

The guard smacked his lips together and barked a laugh, glancing at his friend, who still held a gun pointed at Aspen. I’d noticed the other two guards now grasped their handguns.

“He’s gonna be a screamer,” he kept going on, but no one responded to him.

The other two meatheads exchanged a few words… in Russian! I’d heard it spoken enough in my dealings to recognize the language.

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