Page 120 of Filthy Royal

“I need you to grab the healing gel from the med kit. Then I want you to go on a little field trip.” He dug in his pocket and pulled out the trackers he’d taken from Scarlett, who, fortunately, was still obeying his dictate to remain quiet.

After turning the trackers back on, he tossed them to the kid. “Take these and run the search party around on a nice chase through the tunnels. Then dump the trackers in a flowing water source and let them chase that for a while.” He leveled his brother with his most terrifying Enforcer stare. “Above all, do not get caught.”

Maddox just smiled. “And you?”

“I’ll take the omega and head to Consortium headquarters. Hopefully, for a family reunion.”

Scarlett squirmed in his hold before remembering his threat and stilling once again.

Damien returned his focus to Maddox. “Until we’re back together, I want you to wear one of Maxheim’s cloaks at all times.”

They’d already established a second meeting place, but he wasn’t stupid enough to mention it aloud. He might be idiotic enough to tongue fuck his captive, but that didn’t mean he was dumb enough to trust her.

“Yes! Didn’t get to turn it on before at the coliseum. Can’t wait to take it for a test drive now.” Maddox started pawing through the mess around them.

Thankfully, Scarlett’s cave-in had been on the opposite side of the room, leaving a bunch of their supplies scattered around the place but still intact.

It took the kid only a few heartbeats to locate the dry bags he needed and shake off the excess dirt and pebbles. He grabbed the less dirty cloak and tossed the other Damien’s way. “Maxheim’s toys are next-level nebular.”

“Yup.” Damien was only twenty-two planetary rotations. Why the fuck did he suddenly feel old?

“Let’s make sure it works right after the last scuffle.” The kid tossed it over his head, yanked down the hood, tugged a small flap at the inside sleeve, and backed up against the nearest wall.

A heartbeat later, his shape was almost impossible to discern, his body blurring until it was difficult to distinguish him from the shadows and dirt behind. Just as good, while the cloak made its wearer virtually invisible, it was still possible to see everything going on while underneath the fabric.

Scarlett twisted her upper body to stare at where Maddox had stood. “H-how is that possible?”

Since she wasn’t fighting him or demanding to be put down, he let her question slide. Plus, who wouldn’t have questions? The cloaks were incredible.

“My brother Maxheim made it.” Damien put her back on her feet so she could get a better look at it. “He’s a damned genius.” He was well aware of the pride in his voice.

At one time, he’d told Scarlett all about his family, excited for her to meet each of them. He’d been certain they’d love her too.

Clearly, he was not the visionary Maxheim was.

“Here.” Maddox eventually shoved the requested tube of salve in front of his face.

Damien took it with a grunt and smeared a respectable amount on his cut. Then, gaze not on the kid, he did the same with every cut and scrape he found on Scarlett’s skin.

Mindful of the kid’s stare and her stiff state, he was efficient as hells. He definitely didn’t linger over the softness of her skin as he applied the healing balm. Or consider how his lungs were working overtime thanks to the taming chain, their recent activities, and the scent of slick that kept sending messages to his dick that she was primed to be fucked and rutted.

So, after applying the gel, he broke out another cleaning capsule and used it on them both.

The entire process seemed to take way too long, yet not nearly long enough, but he got it done without fucking her, so he’d call it a success.

“Time to go.” He’d mapped out the usable tunnel passageways the last time he was in the Golden Dome, then given himself and Maddox a refresher on this return trip.

He grabbed his go-bag, which was also intact and covered in debris, and then, despite her effort to evade him, hefted the omega back on his shoulder, immediately regretting it when her thigh brushed his cheek.

“Damien, please.” Scarlett thrashed in his hold with renewed vigor. “You don’t know what you’re getting into. They’ll catch you. Don’t do this.”

“Such vehemence. I might almost think you cared.” Except she’d drugged and dumped him and chosen to work with his greatest enemy.

She sighed. “I don’t remember you being this stubborn.”

“I don’t remember you being this mouthy.”

She dug her knee into his chest.

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