Page 36 of Omega's Vengeance

“Yes.” He peers at me closely and I get the feeling he’s confused by why Dario would care if I live or die. “You have a bite mark on your throat. Is it Dario’s? Is that why he’s being possessive of you?”

My face warms. “I have no idea why Dario does anything.”

He laughs. “He is a bit difficult to read. If it is his bite, it’s not really my business. But it’s very surprising. Dario isn’t exactly the… settling down type.”

“Neither am I.”

“Ahh, so it’s a match made in heaven,” he murmurs, smirking.

“How about you let me go and I’ll be out of your hair?” I know he’s not going to do it, but I have to try. “Show some omega solidarity.”

He laughs. “I’ve never really gone in for that stuff. I like and respect people based on who they are, not what they are. Some of the biggest assholes I’ve known have been omegas.”

I shift and wince because my arms are falling asleep tied behind my back. “You could at least untie me, right?”

“I don’t think so.”

I manage to sit up and he takes a step back. I lower my legs to the ground, and laugh when he inches toward the door. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to attack. My arms are just falling asleep and I needed to change position.”

He cups his slightly rounded belly distractedly. “I’ll ask Valentino if it’s okay to untie your arms. You should eat something anyway and you can’t do that with your hands tied.”

I narrow my eyes. “Why would you feed me if I might be dead soon?”

He lifts one shoulder. “Politeness?”

The door opens and a tall, dark haired alpha enters the room. I know instantly it’s Valentino. He has an air of authority that’s undeniable. He’s young for a syndicate boss, but he’s proven himself more than capable of running his family.

I, naturally, hate his guts on sight because of what he did to my father. I bristle, wishing my hands weren’t tied so I could try and strangle the asshole. Just the sight of him infuriates me. He laughs at my murderous expression, which does nothing to calm my anger.

He slips his arm around Nico’s waist as he watches me with a smug expression. “What do you think of him?” Valentino asks.

Nico glances at me. “I’m not sure yet.”

“Dario is still being a pill.” Valentino sniffs. “Frankly, I’m getting sick of it.”

Nico pats his back. “Just be patient a bit longer. He’s never given anyone his bite. I’m sure he’s very confused right now.”

Valentino glances at Nico, and his expression gentles. “I’ll wait a tiny bit longer, just for you.”

I watch them, feeling a bit disconcerted. Seeing how sweet Valentino is with Nico is like watching an allegator doting on a sweet little bunny rabbit. Is Valentino actually capable of love? I wouldn’t think that’s true. Not from the stories I’ve heard about him.

But Nico seems to take his husband’s tenderness for granted. He’s all smiles as he moves to the door. “Should I tell Dario that Alessio is awake?”

“Not yet.” Valentino’s sweet expression chills as he turns it on me. “I want to have a little chat with our guest first.”

“Behave, Valentino,” Nico warns.

Looking innocent, Valentino coos, “Of course, love.”

Nico laughs and leaves the room, which makes me uneasy. Valentino is behaved with Nico here, but there’s no guarantee that will hold now that Nico is gone. The room falls silent, now that it’s just me and the alpha I long to murder.

Valentino studies me and then moves closer. His stride slow and graceful, and I feel a bit like a gazelle being stalked by a hungry lion. I don’t know what he thought of my father, but he doesn’t care for me. There’s dislike shimmering in his eyes as he stops a few feet away.

“You’re even stupider than your father,” he mutters, curling his lip.

Anger surges in me at the insult toward my father. I stand and growl, “Fuck you, Valentino.”

“That’s the best you’ve got?” He lifts his dark brows. “Dario sure can pick ‘em.”

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