Page 36 of Claimed Omega

“Found her.”

I ripped the folder out just as Viper howled.

“Found her, too.”

“Mine’s Amy Rain,” I murmured.

“I have Amy Morrison. I mean, are we looking for Amy Matteis?”

“Nope. Could be any of these, and considering we just found two Amys, we need to search all the cabinets in case there are others.”

Viper groaned, then dove back in, and I did the same.

By the time we finished, we ended up with five Amy files.

“Amy must have been popular back in the day.” Viper handed me the papers as he stretched his back. “Well, that took fuck longer than I intended to spend going through files.”

“Trinity can let us know which one is right now since this paperwork comes with photos of the girls.”

“Can we leave now?” he grumbled.

We got out of there fast, leaving out the rear door just in case. Without making a sound, we rushed up the driveway and around the lofty fence onto the street when we spotted another car parked on the road.

Terror washed through me as two figures were inspecting our car. Either they were in the market for a new car to sell on the black market, or we’d been found by one of the mafia families.

Viper signaled for me to join him back behind the fence, then leaned in close.

“It’s just two pricks. I’ll take them out. You protect the files.”

I arched an eyebrow. “The fuck. We’re each taking one.”

Gruff voices grew louder, and I recognized they were speaking Russian. Footfalls closed. I set the files down on the ground just as they rounded the corner of the solid metal fence.

Viper lunged at them, gun in one hand, shooting one bloke in the head. The other hand gripped his blade and jammed it into the other guy’s throat. They both fell over, bleeding, taking their last breaths.

Furious heat moved through me toward Viper. Barely a few seconds, and he’d taken them out.

“Thanks a fucking lot for having all the fun,” I growled. “You’re such a greedy bastard sometimes.”

A shrill laughter poured from his mouth. “Told you I needed to kill someone today.”

“Yeah, someone is singular. You could have left me one. You’re not the only one who enjoys spilling blood, you know.”

He shrugged, looking smug as he collected his blade from the still-gurgling guy and wiped it on his shirt.

“Collect your papers, and let’s get out of here.”

Narrowing my gaze on him as he strolled out of there as if he was sated, I snarled under my breath, “It’sourpapers, asshole.”

Trinity

“You want to mark me?” I asked, sitting on the couch, my legs draped over Shadow’s lap as he massaged my feet. His touch was intoxicating. The perfect pressure he applied across my heels was heavy and had me moaning.

“When you’re ready, yes,” he admitted, studying me carefully, waiting for my response to a conversation that came up only because he asked me how I felt about Viper biting me with his mark. “It’s a privilege to bond with my forever Omega. To know our bodies will always crave one another, our hearts and souls connected. It’s a beautiful thing, really.”

A smile curled my lips. Hearing the passion and love in his voice touched me right in my chest. Part of me was desperate to curl in his arm, push back my hair, and ask him to bite me—to make me his forever. My heart throbbed faster at the thought, but first, I wanted to better understand the mark.

“What happens if the person you’re bound with dies?” It was a question I could never bring up with Viper, knowing he lost his first Omega. I had no idea if he’d marked her, but did it matter now?

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