Page 9 of Deadly Sweet

Chapter 3

Savannah

Iblink at him. “I’msorry, what? Idie?” I ask, not sure how terrified or confused I should be. “Listen, man, I’m getting a case of whiplash here. If you wanted me dead, why bother taking me out of where ever the fuck we just were? Why not let Shrek have his way with me? Why go through all of this trouble?”

He sighs, shaking his head. “No. I don’t mean dead-dead. I mean you need to die.”

“Uh-huh... yep, I’m hearing you, man. I’ve just never heard of another way to die other than being dead... dead.”

“Fuck’s sake,” he mutters, undoing his seat belt so he can fully turn to face me.

The rain is beating down against the car, drowning out the sounds of the world around us.

“Turn around,” he says.

“Why?” I narrow my eyes. “Gonna try and pull a fast one on me?”

“No,” he huffs. “So I can take the cuffs off.”

“Fine,” I sigh. “But I’m watching you.”

I turn around, letting him take the cuffs off before sitting back and looking at him.

“The plan is for you to live. But for Corbin, and your lovely new buyer, to think you're dead.”

“Okay. So I die, but I don’tdie?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. “How the hell is that going to work? You're going to fake my death? Won’t they want a body as proof? I know for a fact that Corbin isn't the kind of man to take your word for it.”

“No. He’s not. That's why you're going to die in a car crash; it’s raining, the roads are pretty bad, it’s night time, can't see much with all this rain...” he says. “See where I’m going with this?”

A slow smile spreads across my lips. “Oh, Jerry, you naughty boy.” I laugh, slapping at his shoulder. He frowns, looking at the spot I just hit. “I like this plan. Okay, so we make him think I’m dead. Then what?” My smile falls. “Hold the fuck up. Why the hell are you going through all this trouble to save me? You don’t even know who I am... right?” I cock my head to the side. “We’ve never met before today, have we?”

There’s twenty-five years of my life I don’t remember so it is a possibility that we’ve met before and I just don’t know it.

“No. We’ve never met before. But...” he trails off, looking out the window. “I’m not the bad guy; that's just what I want Corbin to think.”

“Who are you to him?”

“I'm what you might call the delivery man.” He looks back at me with grim eyes. “I deliver Omegas to their buyers.” My back stiffens with pure disdain and disgust. “I’m good at what I do. Too good if I’m being honest,” he explains regretfully. “So, he’d see this as what we want him to think. An accident.”

“Not the bad guy,” I mutter to myself. “Wait a minute.” My eyes widen. “Are you like one of those undercover cops I’ve seen on TV?!”

“Ah, yeah. Pretty much that. I’ve been working this case for a very long time. Too fucking long.” He lets out a breath. “You're the key, Savannah. You're the key to bringing his whole empire down.”

“How?” I frown. “Sure, I’ve got a feisty side, but I’m just some Omega who’s been drugged up and stuffed deep down beneath the ground, locked in a cage for years for some fucked up dude’s sick enjoyment. I’m not even strong enough to take down a guard. One little Alpha bark and I crumble to my knees. Fuck, I don’t even know what the real world is like anymore. I’d take a walk down the street and get lost.”

He growls, low and deep. If I could smell his Alpha pheromones right now, I think they would be telling me he’s pissed about my admission. Good thing Corbin’s been keeping me nice and drugged up. I pretty sure he’s been putting scent blockers in my food to keep me from going all horny for Alpha cock—if I caught a whiff of one—and to keep my scent away so none of the guards would snap and rape me.

Noooo, Corbin wanted that job all to himself.

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