I might need to teach my favorite body parts to think more logically, though, because I’d be extremely fucking disappointed if I died before I got to use them again. Clearly, self preservation goes out the window when you’re horny and in love, and since those things seem to be mutually exclusive with the former, mybrain needs to have a bigger role in this shit so I can enjoy more of the latter.
CHAPTER 32
LIV
THE PACKAGE - A PERFECT CIRCLE
Oh my god, my head fucking hurts.
I wince as I try to open my eyes, the low light burning them as if I was staring directly into the sun, and it makes my head pound harder than it already was. My mouth is kind of dry, my neck is sore and I’m guessing that’s from the way my head is currently hanging with my chin tucked into my chest. I’m achy, too, but not like I have the flu or something. To be honest, it feels a little like I’m hungover, but I can’t remember the last time I drank enough for that to happen.
That’s exactly why I force my head up and blink away the pain.
I haven’t been hammered in a long time, and if I’m feeling like this when I know it isn’t from booze, it means I have a big fucking problem.
“Good morning, Olivejan.” My eyes snap to my right as they go saucer wide, and my pulse skyrockets as I search for the source of the voice. “Or should I say, good evening,Sparrow.”
I blink rapidly, clearing the fog as best I can, my blurry stare sharpening as the sadistic grin on Hayk’s face comes into view.
What in the backwards-ass blast from the past bullshit is happening right now?
He chuckles as my breathing becomes panicked and ragged, flashing his pocket knife under the single lightbulb, the glare flickering before he slices into an apple and pops the piece into his mouth. “Aren’t you happy to see your papa?”
My stomach rolls as bile creeps up my throat.
I hate that he made me call him that.
My father made me call him that, too, and the term has taken on a rather negative connotation thanks to both men. One that almost always makes me want to vomit.
“No?” Hayk asks, tilting his head as he leans forward, aggressively cutting into the fruit as those beady, soulless eyes move over me from head to toe. “Then again, I’m sure you didn’t plan on ever seeing me again after youran away from home.”
I look around the room we’re in, something about it vaguely familiar, as I search for a way out then realize I’m gagged, and tied to a fucking chair.
There are thick ropes binding my hands behind my back, woven tightly through the slats in the metal before they dip under and connect to where my ankles are tied with the same material to the front legs of the chair.
That’s real fucking cute.
“You look like you have something to say, Olivejan. If I free your mouth, will you promise to be a good girl and not scream?”
I hate when he calls me that.
I eye him skeptically as he gets to his feet, Hayk is slowly moving toward me until I can smell his beefy onion scent. He points his knife at me with one hand as he grabs my gag with the other, hooking the tip of the blade under the fabric, then he stops.
“On second thought,” Hayk says as he nicks my jaw before pressing the point of the pocket knife to my cheek and slowlydragging it back up to my hairline. “I’ll keep you silent a little longer.”
Dickhead.
It’s nice to know some things never change.
I made him a lot of money, me and my pack did, so he didn’t generally leave marks on any of us. That doesn’t mean he never did, though. There would be times he’d get angry over something, a botched transaction or something along those lines, and he’d beat me in front of my mates until I passed out. It was the only time off I had, when he hurt me to a point where I needed to heal afterward. Otherwise, I worked every day, and Hayk actually treated me okay because of it. I had good food more often than not, outdoor access and recreational items. My clothes and makeup were high end, mynestwas decorated with expensive trinkets and luxurious bedding. For a sex slave, I had the best of everything, and that’s exactly how he won me over in the beginning.
Love bombing at its best before my life took a hard turn for the worst.
After that? It wasn’t just Hayk buying me nice things to keep me docile. A lot of his clients did, and while I hated the way I was used, I saw how he treated the other omegas he had working for him and I was grateful I wasn’t in that situation on a regular basis.
But it happened, and I can see that same evil he kept reserved for those specific occasions, written all over Hayk’s face right now.
“Do you know what I do to omegas who run away?”
