He continued, “In exchange for your work on this special assignment, your unit may retain one recovered omega of your choosing.”
I inclined my head, eyebrows raised. “I’ll begin extracting information immediately. Bellini knows how valuable the omegas are, keeping them distributed across many locations. He has eyes everywhere, including within Arca now. Recovery won’t be fast, clean, or easy.”
“I’ll authorize whatever you need,” the general said. “This is a top priority.”
“Then it’ll be done,” I said.
Green gave a curt nod, already looking ready to end the meeting, but I spoke again before he could dismiss me.
“Sir, I have a request.”
He had offered our unit an omega, which surprised me. In our unit, there were only two members: my twin brother and me. Command usually only assigned omegas to units of four or more. Which meant one thing. We’d made enough noise to be noticed and become important enough that Command was willing to bend its own rules. And they didn’t do that unless they were pleased with what they saw.
Most units would kill for an omega. But what the general didn’t know is thatfor us,the omega wouldn’t be the real prize when this was over.
I wanted something else.
Badly.
His eyes lifted back to mine.
“What is it, Special Officer?”
“I’ve been keeping tabs on Bellini for a long time,” I said. “He’s well-connected. The amount of intel he’s sitting on could be extremely valuable to AIED. To Arca.”
Green leaned back slightly in his chair, studying me.
“When we destabilize his operation,” I continued, “I want to take him alive for questioning.”
A pause settled between us.
“My brother and I will conduct his interrogation. And when he’s finished giving us everything he knows,” I added, my voice colder now, “I want permission to end him. His death will send a clear message to the rest of the crime families.”
Green’s eyes narrowed slightly as he considered the request.
The silence stretched for a few seconds.
Then he gave a single nod.
“Agreed. When the time comes, he’s all yours.”
Relief coursed through me. It was all falling into place. Our careful planning was finally getting us closer to our end goal.
“Thank you, sir.”
I leaned back in the chair, lacing my hands behind my head as I waited to be dismissed.
Somewhere across the city, locked in my workshop, a man was bleeding onto concrete, waiting for me to decide which part of him went first.
I would call Knox as soon as I finished carving flesh, to fill him in on the general's new orders.
My brother and I were about to beverybusy.
Chapter 3: Lena
Time bled while I was like this. There was no way to keep track of it when pain was the only thing I could focus on. Once my heat intensified and control slipped, silence was no longer an option as I begged to be knotted, filled, marked, and mated.I had long since ripped the clothes from my body, a sign that I was ready for restraints. Marco ordered my wrists bound, while he pulled a metal folding chair into my prison, ready to watch me writhe on the floor.
I tried desperately to bring my hands to my core, to fill myself with my fingers, even knowing the only thing that would satisfy the contractions was a knot. But I couldn’t with my wrists bound behind me, as they always were. A puddle of omega slick collected beneath me as I pleaded with Marco to fill me.
