Page 30 of Omega's Vengeance

Was this some sort of trap to get to Valentino? Could Alessio be that devious? Was he acting just now? Was I the only one truly lost in the moment? Paranoia shifts through me as I lie there with Alessio in my arms. Or was this real for him too and now he’ll become needy. Clingy?

I’m jogged from my thoughts as Alessio suddenly hauls off and punches my chest as hard as he can. Scowling, I glare at him as he rolls off the bed. He grabs his jeans from the floor and slams into the little bathroom. I get off the bed and I quickly dress. I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for Alessio to come out of the bathroom. I rub my chest where he hit me, scowling. What was that for? Is he going to pretend he didn’t want what just happened between us?

After about five minutes he comes out of the bathroom. There’s tissue stuck to the bite mark on his throat. His face is pale as he dresses quickly. His hands are trembling and he won’t look at me. It’s obvious he’s as upset as me about the circumstances, so I’m certain now that he wasn’t trying to trap me just to get to Valentino.

“Look?” I begin.

“Save it,” he snaps. “What’s done is done.”

“Alessio, you’re probably?”

“Pregnant?” He growls. “Yeah, I know. We need to get back to the city for many reasons, not least of which so I can get a morning after pill.”

I’m relieved to know he’s at least trying to get ahead of the problem. “What happened, it was a mistake.” My voice is gruff. “You went into heat and I just lost control.”

He swallows hard. “I’m well aware of what happened. We both lost control. Now, can we please just drop it? It’s not like we haven’t fucked each other before.”

I frown at how he’s trying to play down what happened. “Yeah, but this was different. I gave you my bite.”

“You think I don’t know that?” He reaches up and rips the tissue off the bite mark. His face twitches as he balls the tissue in his fist. “I can’t worry about that now. I’ll handle the pregnancy first and figure the rest out later.” He leaves the room and goes out the back door of the kitchen.

I use the restroom and then follow him outside. I find him around the back of the small structure. There’s an open carport at the back of the lot. Tires are piled inside of it along with some rusted barrels. There’s also a dirt bike, and Alessio is tinkering with it as I reach him.

I crouch beside him. “Do you think this runs?”

“Not at the moment.” He pokes at a thin green wire that’s flopping loose. “It looks like the ground wire came loose from the stator. But there could be a ton of other issues as well.”

I frown. “You know about dirt bikes?”

He shrugs. “I was always interested in them, but my father wouldn’t let me near them. Still, I read a bunch of magazines and watched stuff online.”

“Huh.” He seems like such a refined type of guy, it’s hard to picture him interested in dirt bikes. I wouldn’t think he’d want to get grime under his perfectly polished nails. “Can you fix it and get it running?”

He grimaces and stands. “I don’t know. Like I said, I’ve never owned a motorcycle of any kind.”

“So then you don’t think you can fix it?” I stand too, studying his tense face.

“I don’t know, Dario.” He sounds exasperated. “I want to get the hell out of here as much as you. It’s just none of my knowledge is hands on.”

“Can’t hurt to try, right?”

He rakes a hand through his silky blond hair, looking unsure. “I guess. But I don’t have any tools and I don’t see any lying around.”

“What kind of tools do you need?”

He grimaces. “At least a screwdriver.”

I nod. “Would a knife do? There’s one in the house. I used it to open the soup yesterday.”

He bites his bottom lip. “I guess I could try using that.”

“If you can’t fix the bike, we’ll have to hoof it down the mountain. That’ll take forever.” I finger the rusty handle bars of the dirt bike. “Obviously, Carlo’s is looking for us right now. Getting back to the city undiscovered, and on foot, will be no easy task.”

“No, he’ll be watching the roads for sure. He’ll want to deal with us up here. He’s not going to risk us getting back to the city.”

“Exactly,” I say. “He can’t afford you telling your people what he tried. That’s a death sentence for him. Since the two alphas he brought with him are dead, he’ll have brought in new guys by now. He didn’t want many of his guys knowing what he was up to, but catching us will probably trump that. He can’t let us survive.”

“No,” he murmurs. “He’ll stop at nothing to prevent us returning to Los Demonios.”

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