Page 230 of Deadly Sweet

It’s him and me. No one comes in, and no one goes out. Not until this is over.

“Alone? Well, isn’t that little mafia bitch friend of yours stupid. Letting you come up here all by yourself.”

“I can handle myself,” I grind out, trying not to let my emotions get the better of me.

Admittedly, since meeting my pack, I’ve grown soft. And for the most part, that’s a good thing. They were able to smooth out my rough edges.

But right now, I can’t be Savannah, the domesticated Omega. I need to be Savvy, the killer, the scorned Omega, who’s bloodthirsty and calculating.

“Well.” He stands. “Have a seat. It’s been a while. You have some explaining to do.”

I don’t hesitate when I pull my gun and shoot him in the knees. He screams, falling back into the chair.

With wide eyes, he reaches for the gun on his desk, shock written all over his pain-filled face. He underestimated me, expecting me to be the same helpless Omega he had control over for years.

He knows nothing of the woman I’ve become. But he’s about to find out.

I shoot again, hitting his hand before he can make contact with his gun.

Cradling his hand, he holds it to his chest before going for the gun again with his other hand.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I raise the gun, aiming at his head. “Next one is between your eyes.”

“Who the fuck are you?” he roars. Ah, he’s second-guessing himself, not believing I’m me.How rude.

“Who am I?” I cock my head to the side, walking towards him, gun still pointed at his head. “Why it’s me, silly. The meek little Omega you kept locked up, doing all the fucked up and twisted things you love to do. The one you kept around for a power trip. Did it make you feel good to take everything away from my father? To rape me and beat me just to stick it to him?” I grin. “How’s that going for you now?” I laugh. “Karma and me... yeah, I’m going have to marry that bitch because she fucked you real good. All that work, and in the end, you lost everything.”

His nostrils flare and his dumb-ass goes for the gun again. I shoot him. Of course. What else was he expecting?

“Fuck!” he roars.

“You really are stupid, aren't you?” I laugh, grabbing the zip ties from my back pocket. He tries to fight me as I secure him to the chair. But he’s weak, and in a hell of a lot of pain. So it doesn’t take long until I’m pushing his chair back so I can sit on his desk. “You’ve lost your touch, Corbin. Where’s the big, bad billionaire? You got too cocky, too in your own head, and look where it got you. Didn’t expect to see me like this, did you?” I grin, and it’s more sinister than all the ones he gave me in the past. “Look at me, I'm all grown up. I’m not that Omega anymore, Corbin. I’m so much worse. Did you start to wonder what was going on when people who’ve been connected to you started to go missing one by one?”

His eyes flash, his teeth gritted as he tries to breathe through the pain. “You got that little bitch to do it for you, huh? Some kind of avenging angel to kill all the people you wanted dead? I should have killed that cunt when I had the chance.”

I snort a laugh. “Oh, honey, you would never stand a chance against Duchess. She eats men like you for lunch.”

“Yeah? Then why hasn’t she taken me out herself?” He smirks.

“Because I asked her not to.” I lean forward, running the gun along his jaw, loving the way he shudders in fear. Fuck, it’s like a drug.

“W-why would you do that?” He looks from the gun to me.

“Because I wanted to kill you myself, silly.” I laugh. “Oh, and Duchess has never killed for me. No, no, no. That was all my doing.” I grin. “You should have seen it. You would have been so proud. I fucked them up real good. And I’m going to do the same to you.”

“I’m going to kill you!” he roars. “I’m going to beat you until you can’t fucking move, then I’m going to fuck you like the stupid whore you are. After that, I’ll end you with a bullet in the head like I should have done a long time ago.”

“You know what, you really should have done it a long time ago. This sick little fucked up thing you had going, keeping me in the basement and treating me like your own personal little play doll, was only a waste of time. Yes, you got what you set out to do, only you didn’t, did you? Heard the nasty fucker you were trying to sell me to didn’t like the fact that he didn’t get what he paid for. How's it feel to lose everything?” I ask, cocking my head to the side. “To know you have nothing. That you're no one. That everything you’ve worked so hard for is... poof, gone.”

“You!” he screams. “It’s all your fault. You ruined my life.”

I raise a brow. “And my life was all rainbows and sunshine? Riiiight. Pretty sure you ruined my life first.”

He laughs, and laughs and laughs. Honestly, I start to get a little concerned because he seems like he's downright having a manic episode. I don’t blame him, but still. It’s ruining my vibe.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’ssoooofunny?” I say with the roll of my eyes.

“You,” he grunts out, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

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