Page 63 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Then everything goes completely dark.

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Good freaking God, I feel like shit. Every part of me hurts, and I don’t even remember what I did to put myself in so much damn pain. Did Hunter and I play a little too hard in the torture room? No, I would remember that. I always remember those romps. Maybe Vinny’s punishing thrusts finally did me in. That has to be it.

Fucking Vinny. Always his damn fault.

He’s lucky he’s sexy with a big cock.

Pain ripples across my stomach, aching deep inside my core, causing a groan to slip through my lips and rent the air. Shit, that’s right. My fucking heat is coming on. My arms ache with a fierceness, and I struggle to raise them to stretch out the kinks I have going on.

Taking a deep breath, I gag and sputter at the disgusting smells surrounding me. Holy cow, who the hell died? That’s exactly what it smells like. Death. And not the fun kind.

“Finally.” That voice causes me to stiffen. “I was afraid we used too much knock-out elixir on you.” Memories assault me from left to right, her voice bringing them on to the point they flash wildly in front of my closed eyes.

This cunt again. That’s right. She fucking drugged us.

It takes a minute, but I finally peel my eyes open, landing on the pink monstrosity known as Bianca. She’s as much of an eyesore as she was previously, only this time, there’s a Cheshire smile curling her lips. When the hell is she going to learn that no matter what she does to me, the guys will always be mine? And there’s no doubt they will figure out where I am.

Thank God for Arden’s ingenuity with the trackers placed under our skin. I may have balked over the idea, but now I couldn’t be more grateful.

Completely ignoring her, I glance around the dank basement they have me in. No wonder it smells like utter shit in here. This place is a disaster. In one corner, trash is piled high, splattered in what I think may be puke, but I refuse to get any closer to that area to find out. A metal table runs across one wall, the dull surface covered in rusted tools. They really should learn to take better care of their equipment. Hunter would have a shit fit if he saw that.

A chill whips through the room, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin. I go rub my arms, only to restart the struggle to get my hands free. Of course, this bitch tied me to the chair I’m sitting on. I glance down, my eyes widening as I see I’m stark fucking naked. My legs are spread and tied to each leg of the chair I’m perched on, my core open for the world or the boogeyman in the basement to see.

Oh, hell no. Consent is key, and this bitch didn’t even ask if I wanted to get naked for her.

Which… I don’t.

Gross.

Bianca giggles, drawing my attention back to her, her nasally whine of a laugh getting louder as she gets closer to me. She draws closer, comes to a stop in front of me, and reaches out, running the pad of her finger over my nipple. It hardens painfully to a point, even as a disgusted shudder runs through me. I start to fight against my restraints, wanting nothing more than to get as far as possible from her. A whimper breaks free as my impending heat makes itself known again, agony rocketing through my core, clenching painfully around nothing. Slick leaks from between my swollen pussy lips, and the fear of what’s happening finally hits me.

The only small mercy is the fact that it’s not full-blown yet. I’ll have to fight against my very nature if I want to get out of this alive. Because I absolutely refuse to let this bitch of an alpha alleviate my heat. I’d rather die than beg her to help me through it.

My perfume thickens in the air, sour from the anger and fear coursing through my veins. Bianca’s nose wrinkles as she finally breathes it in and finally does the smart thing by backing away.

That’s right bitch, I’ll blast you with foul-smelling perfume if you come near me again. I have to work with what I have until I can get loose from the bindings holding me in place.

A thud sounds from somewhere off in the distance, followed by footsteps that get louder with every step the unknown person takes. That Cheshire grin is on her face again as the person finally steps into the light of the basement.

All the color drains from my face as I see the one person I hoped would be dead by now. What the fuck is he doing here? Wait…how the hell do they know each other? Something isn’t adding up, and I am determined to find out what the hell it is before I deliver the death they both deserve.

“Hello, mate.”

Oh. Oh, hell fucking no. The fear dissipates, replaced by a burning fury. No longer do I give a shit that I’m naked, tied up in a basement, on the cusp of my heat. This shit ends here. I’ll kill the fucker, or I’ll die trying.

“Lionel,” I growl.

The guys better hurry and find me, or this will get ugly real fast.

Agony explodes in my skull as my pulse roars through my veins, the thump, thump, thump, aggravating the headache even further.

I am never drinking with Hunter again. Yeah, we celebrated our win, but the victory is short-lived with the never-ending pain this hurt brings. I’ll have to beg Haylee to stop me next time Hunter suggests drowning our celebration in booze.

Peeling my eyes open, my eyebrows hit my hairline as I find myself slumped over on the couch in the living room and not in the bed, cuddling my girlfriend. Jesus, did we party that hard that I never made it to mine and Haylee’s room?

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