Page 105 of Filthy Royal

Fast as a suns’ flash, he struck, dragging his claw across the male’s jugular. “There. No more pain.”

The dead prince slumped in the chair.

Damien only wished he could kill the fucker all over again.

Silence descended: a tense, heavy menace that vibrated throughout the room and in his chest, and this time, Damien didn’t think it came from Scarlett. But from himself.

I planned to rip the bitch apart anyway.

With the prince’s words echoing in his brain, Damien spat on the Alphahole.

“You didn’t need to kill him.”

Damien spun, his stare locking with hers. “You’re still defending him? He sold you out.”

“H-he was misinformed.”

Whatever she saw in his eyes had her shuffling back on her knees, her arms stretching as far as they could go.

But that wasn’t very far thanks to the manacles at her wrists keeping her chained to the dirt.

There was nowhere for her to run anymore...

“Maddox”—he never looked away from the omega— “take the fucking trash out.” He considered. “Then do a lap and make sure none of our traps have been messed with.”

There was a slight pause, but the kid was smart. And a survivor. He knew better than to challenge Damien right now.

Without a word, Maddox sliced through the prince’s bindings and let the corpse fall to the ground.

Soon, the determined tread of the kid’s footfalls as he dragged something heavy from the room was the only sound.

The door shut. Then there was no sound at all.

“Damien, please.” The chains at Scarlett’s wrists rattled as she broke the silence.

“I like that word on your lips. I like when you beg.” He stalked toward her. “Seems I might not be the only one.”

“No one’s whoring me out.” She spoke fast. “Least of all Stormhart.”

“You sure you want to mention that name right now?”

“All the prince did was give you rumors and speculation.”

“And confirmed Brock’s intel that you’re my best shot at getting into Consortium headquarters and finding Darvish. Access to his private room—that sounds important.”

Her lips pressed tight. At least she wasn’t foolish enough to lie about that. “Even if I can somehow get in, headquarters and his private suite will be heavily guarded. You’ll never make it.”

“I disagree.” Damien moved closer.

“It’s a suicide mission. The building’s fortified and full of security. Even if I get you in, you’ll never make it out.”

“Let me worry about that.” He was near enough that he loomed over her again, the tips of his scuffed, dirty boots coming into contact with her perfect, shimmering skin, his groin mere inches from her mouth.

She stared up at him. “He’s likely already gone, the headquarters’ top floor evacuated. The fact I’ve been taken will have put everyone on high alert.”

“You worried for me, Scarlett? Or are these pretty lips working overtime, trying to save your business associate Darvish from the prince’s fate?”

“I hate him. I’d gut him myself if I could.”

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