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Chapter 7

Savannah

Three months later

Have you ever had a conversation with someone, but you zoned out so hard that you started planning on what you were going to have for supper that night?

See, that’s me right now, but instead of thinking about supper, I’m thinking about all the things in this office I could stab this sick motherfucker with.

“You're so sexy,” he murmurs. He pitched his voice lower and tried to say the words with a growl—I think he’s trying to be seductive as he reaches up to twirl one of my curls around his finger.I would rather listen to the bone snap than hear him speak again.

Nothing about this guy does it for me. My pussy is as dry as the Sahara Desert. Not an ounce of moisture in sight, and that should say something, seeing as I’m an Omega.

Forcing a flirty smile to my face, I remind myself I’m working and that I need to stay in character. “Really? You think so?” I giggle, grossing myself out with how cringy it sounds. “You're too kind.” I bite my lower lip as I trail my blood red nails down his face, trying not to puke when he grows hard under me.

“Fuck yes,” he groans. His eyes flutter close, and I have to—again—restrain myself from stabbing him in the eyes.

This fucker isn’t fooling anyone. I took one look at him and just knew he was a pervert. I mean, I already knew that because the file Duchess gave me on this fucker was thicker than a Snicker.

Rodney Bellford is a sick bastard. He’s in his mid-forties, balding, and works as a low life lawyer—a real dirty piece of shit.

His favorite pastime is to find Omegas, drug them, rape them, and leave them in seedy motels. A few have come forward. And of course, he’s gotten off without even a slap on the wrist.

This fucker is besties with the judge who oversaw the cases and since these specific Omegas were sex workers, he dismissed the case because it’s their job and that’s what they’re paid to do.

Count your days,your honor,you’re next.Because, believe it or not, he’s also the judge who works closely with Corbin’s buddies, helping them get away with literal murder.

He’s also the one who denied my father when he took the LAPD to court, demanding they reopen my case. Therefore, playing a part in my own personal hell. Not that it would have done any good.

The cops wouldn’t have found anything. To the world, I was just another missing Omega that everyone forgot about.

But not my father.

I’ve done my research on him as well. Corbin really did ruin his life. And it breaks my heart because from what I was able to find, he spent every moment he could looking for me—never giving up.

When this is over, and I can expose who I am to the world again, I want to meet him.

Fingers crossed, I’ll remember who I was before I was taken by then.

Anyways, back to this fuckwit.

You might be wondering why I’m sitting on a creepy Alpha’s lap with his hard cock under me while he paws at me like a horny freak.

Well! I’d love to tell you.

I’m a prostitute.

Okay, well, not really.

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