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Why not just get a new omega?
Not worth the hassle,he has said. Over and over.
But he doesn’t understand. Doesn’t have any concept of pride. Of self-respect. Letting an omega walk away, letting her disrespect us, can’t go unpunished.
I glance at her briefly, about to follow Brody.
But I do a double take, looking back at her once more. Something is different. Her leg is in a different position. I hop up from the chair I pulled in for my vigil.
“Wake up,” I try my bark again, and watch as her eyelids flutter but don’t open. “Wake. Up,” I command through gritted teeth. Finally–finally–her eyes open.
A sense of sick triumph starts to course through me, only to halt at the completely unseeing look in her eyes.
Leaning forward, I snap my fingers in front of her face. The only reaction I get is a slight turning of her head until she’s looking in my direction. Butthroughme; like she can’t focus on anything. Or maybe the drug fried her brain, and now she’s a fucking veritable vegetable.
Connor walks in as I smack her cheek again.
Not a wince. Just that blankness.
A savage rumble works its way up my chest. I’ll kill them.
Seconds later, my phone is in my hand, and I’m calling Kyle Ellis again.
“What?” he yells down the line.
“What?” I yell right back. “You sold us a piece of shit, and now we have a lame omega. Fucking useless!” I’m screaming now.
“And what, exactly, do you expect me to do about that?” I’m about to reach down the phone and rip his balls out through his throat if he says one more thing in that bored, uninterested voice.
“What do I–” I laugh without humor. “You have some fucking nerve. One call from me and your ass is behind bars. Do you not understand that?”
A beat of silence and then his nasally ass voicelaughsat me. “You dumb fucking whore. You think you’re the first person to threaten me? Us? We’ve been in business since before you were even a tingle in your daddy’s fucking testicles. You’re playing a game you can’t possibly win. But go ahead and try. Call the cops. You’ll find yourself behind those bars before we ever are, kid.” I bristle at that, my alpha hounding me to beat the shit out of him for denigrating us. But he goes on. “And maybe you’ve got a retarded omega now because you areimpatientandreckless. You get what you paid for. The drug wasn’t ready. Nobody knew the effects it may have. But you wouldn’t hear it. So now you get to deal with those consequences.”
“You–” I start to say, but he interrupts me.
“Don’t fucking call this number again. Or I promise you, on my life, you’ll regret it.” Then the line goes dead.
The phone goes flying out of my hand and smashes into the wall before I know what I’m doing. Pieces of drywall spray as the phone hits the plaster and falls to the floor in several bits.
Connor, with his so-called alpha hearing, looks at me questioningly. Arealalpha would have been able to hear the conversation.
“She’s absolutely fucking useless. We may as well get rid of her.” I don’t want any blood on my own hands, but I’m not opposed to farming it out. I’m sure it wouldn’t be too hard to find someone willing to do it for cheap.
“I don’t know. She’s still hot. Maybe she’s not completely useless,” Connor says, adjusting himself.
I roll my eyes. “Whatever. You have until I get a buyer, then she’s gone.” The sound of his belt unbuckling hits my ears as I leave the room to find my laptop. I’ll need to use it to find someone, now that my phone is in pieces on the bedroom floor.
The house Joe rented is a two-story townhouse in the heart of Chicago. It’s how we were able to get to that restaurant so fast. Centrally located. Close to Summer’s job and walking distance to anything we may need.
It’s a five-bedroom home. The one we threw Summer in was one we weren’t using. Rather, the three of us took the room on the second story.
The laptop is sitting on the nightstand by the bed. It’s fired up, and I’m about to open my email when there’s a commotion from downstairs. Like a knocking sound against the walls.
Fucking Connor. Couldn’t keep it in his pants for one day. I slam the laptop shut to go downstairs and yell at him to keep it down.
My feet are heavy and loud on the stairs as I trudge down them. When I get to the main floor, I look up to see half a dozen automatic weapons pointed right at me. Brody is face down on the cold floor with their hands cuffed behind his back and ankles zip-tied together.
The six men in all black are sporting vests that read “OPS” across them.
