Page 4 of Deadly Sweet

The sound of a key being slid into the lock of my cell door has my heart beating so damn fast that I feel like I might pass out.

When the door swings open and a guard steps into view, I pounce. Literally. With a battle cry, I launch myself onto the fucker’s back.

“Fuck!” he shouts as I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze as tight as I can.

“Die, you stupid fucker!” I scream.

He grunts, grabbing at my arms. He’s stronger than me, but I’m not giving up that easily. I claw at his face, grinning like a crazy woman as he screams out in pain.

“That's it. Cry for me, you big stupid baby,” I snarl, feeling my fingers dig into his eyes.

“You fucking bitch!” he roars, throwing his body backwards.

He crushes me against the wall, knocking me off his body and the air out of my lungs. He doesn’t get away unscathed; chunks of his hair get ripped out of his head on my way down.

Gasping for air, I still manage to smirk at him as pain spreads through my body.Worth it.

“You're gonna pay for that,” he spits in my face, and my grin grows wider when I see who it is.

After giving birth and then being sedated, I woke up, back in my prison cell—alone.

I trashed my room; I broke the furniture, ripped the bedding, tore apart the mattresses, and even shredded a few of my books. I was getting somewhere, too, when I took the leg of one of my chairs and beat it against the wall until it splintered.

That’s when they sent guards in to sedate me. Again. I guess having an Omega who just gave birth going feral isn’t really what's best for the Omega’s health. How can Corbin keep me as his little captive whore if I kill myself from hemorrhaging?

This ugly-ass mother-fucker was the first one to rush into the room. He grabbed at me, and I snapped, chomping my teeth into one of his fingers and ripping it clean off his hand.

Did you know we are strong enough to rip someone apart with our bare teeth if we really wanted to? Yeah, neither did I. My only regret was the fact that I swallowed some of his blood. Fucker better not have any diseases.

While he stood there, staring at his bloody hand and screaming his head off, other guards tried to grab me.

It was just my luck that the chair’s splintered pieces were sitting at my feet. Dropping to my knees, I snatch up the makeshift shivs and stab one guard in the gut and the other in the leg.

Listening to their screams of pain was pure fucking heaven. It made me want more. Gave me the fuel for the promise I made myself that night: to end every single person who played a part in the hell that was created just for me.

I’d forgotten a long time ago why I’m here and what Corbin’s plan for me was.

Keeping me under lock and key isn’t because he’s obsessed with me and wants me all to himself.

No. That man despises me with a burning passion, and it’s his life’s mission to make mine an utter nightmare.Mission fucking accomplished, that’s for sure.

Mr. Nine Fingers growls, baring his teeth at me as he grabs a handful of my hair.

I try not to scream at the sudden pain that spreads through my scalp as he yanks me to my feet.

“Enough!” he yells, using his Alpha bark, and I feel bile rise in my throat.Good, I hope I fucking puke in his face.I despise Alpha barks; the way it controls my body and forces me to do things I don’t want to do. Like listening to his dumb ass. “Now, you're going to be a good little whore and come with me. Or I’ll give you a little parting gift before you leave,” he chuckles. “A lot of us have been wondering what’s so special about your Omega pussy to have one of the wealthiest men in the country wasting so much time and energy on you.” He looks me up and down, making my skin crawl. “Sure, you're hot—got nice tits—but you’ve gotten a little fat. Shame about the baby.” His chuckle is pure evil. “Better off dead than having you as a mother.”

My eyes flare with rage as I bellow in his face. I try to attack him again, but he’s faster this time. “Stop!” he barks, and my arms grow heavy. It’s like bricks being attached to my limbs, forcing them down to my side. “You are not to fight me. You will come willingly.”

Willingly?Is he fucking stupid? Nothing about this is being done willingly.

Breathing heavily through gritted teeth, I mentally plan out every way I’m going to make him hurt as I take his life, watching it drain from his ugly yellow eyes.

“I’m going to kill you,” I whisper. It’s a vow I can’t wait to fulfill.

“Fat fucking chance,” he laughs. “Now, move it.” He yanks me forward, guiding me out of my cell.

“Where are you taking me?” I demand.

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