“We will set something up, okay?”
“Okay,” I nod.
“But right now, we have a creep to kill,” Atlas grins.
“Let’s do it!”
He chuckles at my excitement, getting out to make his way around the truck to open my door.
“Such a gentleman,” I tease as he helps me out.
“After you, m’lady,” he bows.
Giggling, I wait until he grabs his axe from the back.
“Ready?”
“Yup,” I grin.
Atlas waits in the alley while I head into the club. There's no cameras here, but even if there was, the owner of the place is friends with Atlas, and most people don’t fuck with me or my friends. So if we ask to keep something quiet, they will.
The club is loud and packed when I get inside. Shit. This might not be so easy.
I get to work looking around the crowd, the bar, the bathroom, the dance floor. Everywhere. But it’s too dark and I can’t see anyone's faces really well.
Shit, what if he left already and is back at the motel?
Feeling disoriented, I leave the club after doing another walk through and head out to tell Atlas we should check the motel when a girl comes running past me sobbing.
“Are you okay?” I ask her as she passes, concern putting me on high alert.
She doesn’t answer me as she keeps running.
What the fuck was that?
I break into a jog towards where Atlas is waiting, wondering if he saw the girl and can tell me what happened.
As I round the corner, I make it just in time to see Atlas bring the axe over his shoulder, and with one of the sexy growlish grunts, he swings it, hitting the creep with the black hair right in the head.
A sick crack rings out around us as the axe embeds itself into the man's skull.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out, a rush of arousal flooding my system, making me a little dizzy. “That was so fucking hot.”
Atlas’ feral eyes flick my way, chest heaving.
“If we weren’t in a time crunch, I’d totally be climbing you like a tree right now,” I groan, walking toward him.
Atlas yanks the axe, pulling it from the man’s skull, his body dropping to the ground.
“You think he’s dead?” I ask, kicking at his lifeless body.
“Yes, Little Rose,” he chuckles. “He’s dead.”
“Nice,” I nod, watching as blood spills from his head. “Have you ever thought about torture? I normally just get the job done but I think if we keep doing this thing together, it would make for great foreplay.”
“Fuck me, Little Omega,” he groans. “Don’t make me hard right now, not when I have to carry his heavy ass into the back of my truck.”
“Sorry, not sorry,” I grin. “So, how did you get him?”
