Page 86 of Unhinged Omega

Not my fucking problem.

I throw the vehicle into gear and peel out, kicking up a cloud of dust and gravel. My knuckles are white on the steering wheel as I point us toward home. Toward the relative safety of my underground empire.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

The events of the past hour play on repeat in my mind as I drive. The giant fucking mutant alpha. The omega. Nikolai.

And Raven...

I glance over at him again, a muscle in my jaw twitching. I've known the kid for years, thought I had him pretty well figured out. But this? This is something else entirely.

The way he begged for Nikolai's life...

I shake my head, forcing my attention back to the road. One problem at a time. Right now, I need to focus on getting us the hell out of here before?—

A bullet pings off the side mirror, making me curse. I check the rearview mirror and see a couple of Nikolai's goons in hot pursuit.

Persistent fuckers.

"Alright," I growl, "you want to play?"

I lean out the window, gun in hand. It takes some tricky maneuvering, but I manage to pop a couple of their tires. The vehicle behind us swerves wildly before spinning out.

Amateur hour.

I settle back into my seat, a grim smile tugging at my lips. Without Nikolai or Lex to lead them, these idiots don't stand a chance.

A groan from beside me draws my attention. Raven's starting to come around, his eyelids fluttering.

Great. Just what I need.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty," I mutter as his eyes finally open.

It takes him a moment to get his bearings, but when he does, all hell breaks loose.

"What the fuck?" he snarls, thrashing against his bonds. "Let me go, you son of a bitch! We have to go back! Cosima?—"

"Cosima this, Cosima that," I cut him off. "In case you hadn't noticed, your precious omega is long gone. Took off into the woods like a bat out of hell. Hope she runs and runs and never looks back."

The look he gives me could melt steel. "How dare you," he hisses. "Turn this fucking car around right now or I swear to all the gods?—"

"You'll what?" I sneer. "Annoy me to death? Cry on me? Face it, kiddo. You're not exactly in a position to make demands."

He lets out a wordless scream of rage, throwing himself against the tape. For a moment, I think he might actually break free. But the duct tape holds, and eventually he slumps back, panting.

"I hate you," he spits.

Ouch.

"Yeah, yeah. The feeling's mutual, believe me." I reach for the radio, cranking up the volume. Disco. Oddly fitting for this crazy fucking day. Staying alive indeed. "Now shut the fuck up before I change my mind about duct taping your mouth shut, too."

"You wouldn't dare," he snarls.

I arch an eyebrow at him. "Try me."

He opens his mouth, no doubt to unleash another tirade, but I cut him off. "One more word and I'll throw you in the trunk with Nikolai."

That shuts him up faster than I expected. His eyes go wide, darting to the back of the vehicle.

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