Page 24 of Mafia's Broken Omega

Passion always seemed unflappable. It had to be bad if he was so distressed that he reached out to me, of all people.

It was obvious the moment Rosco caved. He let out a deep sigh like he’d accepted that he’d be in trouble with Cord later. "Fine. We'll go. We'll bring him back here or whatever, but you better vouch for me with Cord. If anything happens to you on my watch, it's my ass on the line."

"Thank you! Thank you!" I went up on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

"None of that. Anyone sees me getting too close to the boss's omega will tattle and then?—"

"Yeah, yeah. It's your ass on the line. I get it." I followed Rosco to the garage where all the vehicles were kept. He went straight for the town car with the bulletproof glass and tinted windows. We’d stick out like a sore thumb where we were going but at least we’d be safe.

"Ride in the back. It's safer and the windows are tinted. I'm letting Cord know what we’re doing. If he tells me to bring you right back home, I will. Where are we going?"

"The old train station. You know it?"

Rosco snorted. "Yeah, I've, uh, had a few meetings there. That’s no place for an omega."

"Exactly. That's why we need to get there quickly.”

Rosco held open the back door for me, and I slipped inside. He got into the driver’s seat and began the journey. The anticipation mounted as we approached the old station. I did as Rosco told me and stayed in the back.

"Cord's sending backup, so we aren't alone when we arrive. He may even be there himself if he can finish up what he's working on."

"Do you two speak telepathically or what?"

Rosco’s usual stoic demeanor slipped and he almost smiled as he tapped his ear. "Bluetooth. It reads my text messages to me."

"Oh. That's way less cool. Do you think having too many people around will scare Passion? I don't want him to run."

"No offense to your friend, but he’s not my priority. You are. I’m here to keep you safe at all costs. If Cord tells us to hold off until we have backup, then we will. No arguments, Avery."

My stomach twisted. I put a hand over my rounded tummy. I appreciated the sentiment, but if Passion needed help, I wouldn’t sit back and wait.

Within thirty minutes, we were pulling into the parking lot of the station. The pavement was cracked, the nature around it working to reclaim the land. I opened the car door and got out before I could think better of it.

"Damn it, Avery!" Rosco shouted.

"Passion?" I didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention, but I needed to find my friend more than anything.

"Here!" His voice came from inside the building, yet there was no sign of life anywhere.

Rosco was at my side before I got to the door. "He's inside. Let's go."

The inside was dimly lit as sun filtered through the cracked windows, casting eerie shadows across the abandoned platform. The air was stale and thick with dust. "Passion?"

"I'm here," he said.

Rosco gripped my arm before I could launch myself toward Passion's voice, holding me in place.

"You really should have come alone, Velvet."

I stilled at the familiar voice. "Bobby?"

Rosco drew his gun and aimed toward the shadows.

Passion stepped forward, but behind him was Bobby, a bouncer and guard from the club, holding a gun to my friend’s head. "I'm sorry, Velvet. I?—"

Bobby yanked Passion's arm, cutting him off.

Passion’s glittery eyes that usually shone with seduction were clouded with fear.

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