Page 191 of Broken Omega

The rich asshole looks pissed now. “I own a fortune 500 company! I—”

“You were gifted a fortune 500 company from your parents when you turned twenty-one,” Kellan goes on, his eyes darkening as he approaches. “And you’ve already had to settle in five court cases against women you assaulted at work. You’re a piece of shit who has the money to avoid going to prison for being a piece of shit.”

“He is most definitely a piece of shit,” Brooke agrees.

“If I’m a piece of shit, you’re a fucking whore,” Lachlan snaps.

Kellan slams a fist into his face, and Lachlan topples backward, hitting the ground hard and sliding back against the chairs his family are sitting in. Two people at the front get to their feet.

The woman raises her hand and looks at me expectantly.

Oh. She’s waiting to be allowed to speak.

When Lachlan starts to get up, the man standing next to her puts his foot down hard on his middle, keeping him down. His gaze moves downward, and he hisses, “Don’t even think about it!”

I nod at the woman, clearly the piece of shit’s mother.

She clears her throat. “We were led to believe Lachlan was marrying his true mate today. The arrangements were very sudden, but we had no reason to doubt the veracity of the event. As it seems our son has once again lied to us, we will be disowning him and cutting him off from the family fortune.”

The spoiled creep groans from under his father’s foot. His father spits on him.

Lachlan mutters something barely audible, calling his parents assholes, I think. It’s hard to hear through the strained tone he’s gone into now that he’s crying on the ground.

“You deserve worse,” his father snaps down at him.

Murmurs of agreement rise up around us.

This guy has hurt a lot of women. It sounds like some of them are present.

Brooke’s looking at him with her head tilted.

She smiles strangely before she leaves my side to approach them.

BROOKE

As satisfying as it is to see Lachlan crying on the ground with a bruise under his eye and a foot in his guts, I think his father is right.He deserves worse. Much, much worse.

“Your son here abused a lot of women. I had no idea I was one of them until I remembered what my father did to get me to be compliant to any of the academy Alphas. He made me forget, so I’d never suspect what he was up to. Now that I know, I’ll never forget, and I’d like to give Lachlan a present he’ll never forget, either.”

His father gives me a nod. He’s furious with Lachlan. I can see it in his eyes, and I can feel his rage swelling around me as he looks up. I can hear a couple of the Omegas behind me crying. I can hear others cursing Lachlan’s name to hell and back.

Everyone moves when I kneel at the crying rapist’s side.

“Get that bitch away from me!” he screeches up at his dad, thrashing wildly under his well-placed foot. “She’s fucking crazy!”

I take off my heels, because God knows where my hairpin went.

I have a feeling the stiletto will be easier to wield. I grip the shoe tightly and bring the thin heel down hard over his groin. He lets out an unearthly shriek, and I hear his pants tear a little bit.

“Wait, that didn’t work out like I planned,” I tell him, disappointed that it didn’t actually stab him.

There’s no blood on the stiletto. Not yet anyway.

“Well, you know what they say, Lachlan. If at first you don’t succeed …”

I bring it down harder this time and I’m rewarded with a fine mist of blood on the sleeve of the dress. He howls like a banshee. I tug at the heel, but it stays wedged tight.

“What was I saying? Oh, yeah. Try, try again until the rapist is castrated as painfully as possible.”

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