Page 46 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

“Yup…” There was a pause. “Already done, alright? One thing fixed. It’s an old tracker, not an instant feed. Have you got any photos of you at the club from another night?”

“Um…” I fumbled with the phone, putting it on speaker as I dragged up photos with shaking fingers. “From a few weeks ago.” There I was, getting piss drunk beneath the cage.

And all the while, these guys were going through hell…

“Send them over. We’ll take care of the timestamps and socials. Tonight you were getting plastered at The Crimson Bullet, no one’ll know any different.”

“Okay.”

“Now, you said someone was in danger? They’re with you?”

I glanced over once more. “I need somewhere to take them, they’re sick. But they’re d-dead if my dad finds them.”

There was a pause, and then the voice on the other end of the line became clearer, as if he was paying more attention now. “I can sort it. How many?”

I was caught for a moment; the words stuck on my tongue. My voice cracked with tears that suddenly flooded my cheeks. “T-two.”

Only two.

Out of how many?

This was my fault. It was my dad connected to the place, and when I’d discovered what they were doing with it, I’d told him.He’d acted surprised—had asked me not to call the authorities, telling me he would deal with it discreetly. Safely.

I’d believed him.

“I’m getting it shut down, Son,”he’d told me.

I’d believed him, yet something had itched at the back of my mind to go. To see for myself.

So I’d gone.

Sickness turned my stomach.

The bodies of dead alphas had littered sterile rooms as barren as prison cells… All dead. Not just dead—executed.

They’d have seen it coming, staring down the barrel of the guns pointed at them. Nothing more than animals… I could barely focus on the words over the phone. “…Need access to your funds, and a list of stupid shit you might buy that won’t draw suspicion. It has to be expensive—like safe-house-expensive, yeh?”

“I can do that…”

“You said they’re sick?”

“I… don’t know… They’re just n-not well.”

What had happened to them in there?

“Do they need to get checked out?” he asked.

My voice raised with panic, still choked with tears. “I s-saidno onecan know about them.”

There was a pause. “How about this, yeh? We get you booked for a long vacation in the Bahamas or something? You can stay with them here, but you won’t draw suspicion from your dad? Everyone will think you’re gone.”

I ran clammy fingers through the locks of hair that were tumbling loose from my ponytail. “Y-yes.”

“I have some medical training. I could come if you’ll let me. If not, I could talk you through some checks.”

“I…” My mind was fuzzy. I couldn’t think straight.

“Are you alright?”

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