Page 23 of Mafia's Broken Omega

Yikes. “Thanks, but I have a lot more samplin’ to do before I can get greedy.”

He just shook his head with a smirk, not buying my story for a second. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say.”

I did my best to destroy those buns, but I barely got through a bite of each one before feeling full to bursting. Cord tried two of the four and then leaned back to watch me enjoy the rest. When it was clear I couldn’t eat another morsel, Cord stretched and sat forward with his elbows on the table. “How about we pack these up and head home? I’m already feeling my sugar coma, and a nap sounds pretty good right about now.”

“That sounds amazing.” Every bit of that was a fantasy, but napping with my alpha sounded especially wonderful. “Let’s go.”

14

AVERY

My muse was on vacation. Or in desperate need of a nap, much like I was. I thought that the second trimester was where I would get a burst of energy. Seemed my little guy missed that memo. All he wanted to give me was heartburn and exhaustion.

Tomorrow, I planned to take the day off, but first, I needed to get these orders out. My custom baby onesies were becoming my biggest sellers, second only to my custom paternity shirts. Lately, the big hit was the “His and His” collection–a set of paternity shirts for the alpha and omega.

Even though I had yet to convince Cord to wear one.

I was about to begin on my last project of the day when my phone buzzed. Normally, I would ignore it, but these days, it could be Cord, and I never passed up the chance to talk to him.

The name on the screen was not one I was expecting. Nor was it one I could ignore.

When I left the club after quitting, I had told no one where I was going. I only gave out my number to one person with strict instructions to only use it in an emergency.

"Passion?" I answered. "Is everything okay?"

"Oh, thank fuck you answered."

Passion and I had danced at the club together for years and yet I still didn't know his real name. More than anyone else there, he was secretive about where he came from. Despite not knowing a lot about him, we'd struck up a friendship. Comparing stories of handsy alphas was a fantastic way to make friends. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

"What? Yeah, I mean. No, not really. I, um, can you pick me up?" His voice was more panicked than I'd ever heard him. Passion was the level-headed sort that could handle just about anything.

"Of course. I'll be right there. Where are you? Do you need anything?"

"Just a ride. I'm at that old railroad station, the one that the city condemned last year?"

"Yeah, I know the one." Nothing good ever happened there. If Passion was there and needed help, something must be bad. "I'll be right there, okay?"

"Thanks, Velvet."

"Of course." My heart was pounding when I hung up. I got up immediately and went to find someone who could drive me or give me a car.

Cord had business to do all day. The plan had been for me to get all my work done so I could have a nice dinner with him, but now those plans were toast.

I didn't want to think what could have had Passion stranded in a place like that.

"Rosco!" I shouted down the hall when I spotted Cord's close friend and bodyguard at the end of it.

He stopped and turned to me. “Yeah.”

"I need a ride. A friend needs help."

His brow furrowed. "Cord's not here. He's at the warehouse. He won’t be back until later."

"That's fine. You can take me, right?"

He shook his head with a grimace. "I have work to do, too. Can this wait until tomorrow?"

"No. He needs help now. Please, Rosco. Passion would never call me if it wasn't important."

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