Page 56 of No Escape

We were broke, and he preyed on the fact my aunt was sick. It didn’t take much more than a few thousand pounds for Aunt Clara’s medical care and living expenses, and he knew he had me.

When I was younger, I thought of him like the father I never had, but with age comes perspective. Amato needed an heir. Someone to take over one day, and he sold me on the idea that if I was a loyal soldier, that could be me.

It’s sad to say Omen saw through the bullshit long before I did. Not that Amato wouldn’t pass on the business to me; there’s every possibility that he would. He doesn’t have anyone else who’s built up that level of loyalty, but I drew my line in the sand.

It’s what got me and Omen tossed in here.

I overlooked a lot of questionable shit over the years because I wanted to trust the man who gave me a chance when I had nothing.

But I was a fool.

The moment I went against his orders, he threw me in here. And he knew for over a year that I was having blackout hazes, but as long as they worked in his favor, being rabid wasn’t a problem.

Take out an ally, who he never should have aligned himself with, and I got swatted on the nose like a puppy pissing on the rug.

The door to the bathroom slams open, and I jolt, turning toward the sound.

Omen stomps inside with Saylor wrapped around his front. He’s inside her while she grinds over his dick. The view from back here is spectacular, but this is a big fucking problem.

“No,” I growl, jabbing a finger at the door.

“Yes.” Omen smirks, stepping carefully onto the towel I laid out to ensure it caught any water. “My cock is done for. Nine orgasms is apparently my limit, even with her pheromones to help things along.”

My head tilts.

Nine?

Really?

Jesus.

“She’s only getting hotter and needier,” he says, using the hand on her ass to gesture to the omega. “It’s this or we put the thing on the door and hope they call in medical.”

“No, please. That lady was awful.” Saylor twists until her big hazel eyes meet mine. Her perfect, white teeth dig into her plush lower lip.

“I’m sorry.” I shake my head violently. “It’s not a good idea.”

She whimpers, flinching away from my words.

“It’s not safe.” The glare I give Omen should have him backing out the door with the little omega in tow,notlifting her off his length and shoving her at me. “I can’t.”

Saylor’s arms stretch out, and she snags my neck.

“Listen, my cock isn’t doing the job. I did briefly consider fisting her, but what she really needs is a knot and alpha pheromones. Quit being a baby and fuck the omega.” Omen basically tosses her at me, and I have no choice but to cradle her to my chest or risk dropping her. “Best of luck. I’ll be in a coma in my bed. Yours is soaked in slick.”

The slamming door sounds a lot like nails being driven into my coffin.

“I’m sorry. If I could stop it, I would,” Saylor says, burying her face in my neck.

I clear my throat and turn us into the spray of cold water.

She jerks, shoving her tits into my chest as she curls away from the water. A hiss escapes her lips, puffing hot breath over my throat. “It burns!”

“Fuck,” I growl, teasing my hand up and down her spine. “I don’t know what to do. You’re hotter than can be healthy. The water should bring down your fever.”

“Are you not attracted to me?” she asks, twisting so the water hits her side. “I don’t want to throw myself at you if you aren’t interested.”

“Little one,” I growl in warning, turning us out of the spray and resting her back against the wall.

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