Page 33 of No Escape

“Got anything else you’d like to bargain with?” Omen asks.

“Omen,” Valor growls.

The sound vibrates through my system, and the asinine urge to bare my throat washes over me from nowhere.

My head whips to the side, and I whimper.

“Stop that.” The alpha swats my backside, and I squeak. “Get back to work. You’re much gentler than that prick.”

“Or maybe you’re an overly sensitive baby,” Omen says.

Valor’s fingers leave my back, and it feels like he flips off his beta.

Clearing my throat, I go back to searching for a tiny bandage to use on Valor’s nose. “I have a substantial inheritance. I will pay you handsomely to protect me, and even better if you find a way to get us out of here if that guy lied and no one ends up coming for me.”

“I have the perfect way we can all get out of here.” Omen chuckles.

Valor stands up so abruptly that I stumble backward. Luckily, he rights me with his hands on my hips.

His fingers leave me and point at Omen. “Enough.”

“What? I’m just saying, we can help each other,” the beta replies without an ounce of fear in his tone.

Valor’s head shakes, and he stomps off toward the bathroom, grumbling under his breath. Just before the door closes, he growls, “Thank you.”

I’m still staring toward the table and the glass wall that connects to the cell next door. My eyes widen as I spot the three men in various states of undress. They’re watching me watch them, and it feels a lot like they could pounce at any moment.

“E-Exactly how sturdy is that glass?” I manage to choke out.

“Don’t worry, pet. They don’t have a chance in hell of getting to you.” Omen laughs, and the sound makes goose bumps break out down my arms. “If I were you, I’d be much more concerned with the predators youwillinglylocked yourself in with.”

He’s right.

What the hell have I done?

ChapterTen

Shaw

Every second that passes makes my system more convinced that I should be crawling out of my skin. The helpless feeling is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and it’s about to send me over the edge.

I’m like a caged lion, pacing Saylor’s hotel room. Her scent still lingers in the air, and I’d give just about fucking anything to have her here with us.

Leo uselessly flips her bags again for any clues or information that might help. I’ve already been through them twice. There’s nothing that can help us now.

The ache in my chest amps up to the point I bring a hand to it, absently rubbing against the pain.

Maybe I’m about to have a heart attack?

Fuck.

The doctor said I was in peak physical condition at my last checkup.

I’ve never been so close to losing my shit before. Honest to God, I don’t know what to do with myself. I haven’t slept since Leo took Easton’s call back when we were still in Boston, but my system is running off pure adrenaline and hate.

I’ve killed a lot of people in my lifetime.

I don’t know a single person who made it out of active duty without having to do things that they wish they hadn’t, but that’s part of keeping yourself alive. At the end of the day, I don’t let myself harbor guilt over those things that were done under orders. You’re the machine, not the operator, and I long ago came to terms with that.

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