Page 4 of Omega's Vengeance

He rests his head on his forearm, breathing hard. “This was most definitely not on the agenda for tonight.”

I’m not sure why he’d say that since he was in a bar known to be a pickup spot. “Yeah, well, you’re a surprise to me too.” I wipe my dick clean with a tissue from my pocket.

He turns and watches me as he pulls up his pants. His expression is odd. Usually, after sex, omegas immediately start asking when we can hook up again. But if anything, Alessio looks distracted. Uneasy. Frustrated.

He’s perplexing to me. I can’t read him like I can most omegas. I straighten my clothing and smile at him. I want more of him, but he’s looking so uncertain, I’m not sure if that’s what he wants too. “I just needed to take the edge off. No reason we can’t still go to your place.”

“Yeah?” He looks surprised. “I figured since you got what you wanted, you’d be on your way.”

“I only got a taste of what I want.”

He shivers, but he also frowns. “This is getting way more complicated than expected.”

I give a confused laugh. “Is it?”

Alessio flicks his gaze over my shoulder. “Took you long enough to get here.”

“What?” I scowl.

I hear the scrape of a shoe behind me, and I swing around. A yellow-eyed alpha is standing there with a gun trained on me. He’s vaguely familiar, but I can’t place him. “Who the fuck are you?” I growl, uneasiness shifting through me.

The guy smirks, but before he can answer, I feel the stab of a needle pressing into the side of my neck. I bat the arm away, spinning around to see Alessio standing there, holding a hypodermic needle. I press my hand to the stinging spot on my neck, and my limbs feel heavy.

“What the fuck did you do?” I mutter, my tongue sluggish. The outer corner of my vision blurs and my legs feel weak. “What the hell is this?”

Alessio shrugs, his smirk returning. His eyes glitter with malice as he hisses, “I’m going to give Valentino a taste of his own medicine.”

I try to respond with something threatening. Witty. Dangerous. Instead, I make a sort of gurgling sound and fall toward the ground like a felled redwood.

Chapter One

Dario

My eyes feel glued shut. I feel nauseated, and I’m covered in sweat. My thoughts are hazy, and I’m not sure where the hell I am. Slowly, my memories begin to filter in. I remember having sex with Alessio, and then some guy showed up. Then the little prick Alessio jabbed a needle in my neck.

I check my pockets for my phone. No huge surprise it’s missing. Unfortunately, so is my suit jacket. The chill of the space sinks into me with just slacks and a dress shirt. I clumsily manage to get to my feet. It’s dark, and I can’t see a damn thing. It smells and feels damp. I begin to inch along what feels like a stone wall. The stones are cold and rough against the palm of my hand. That means I’m not in a finished basement or anything that luxurious. So then, where am I?

It’s perfectly obvious I was set up by that punk Alessio. He played me just right too. By acting standoffish, he drew me in. If he’d come on to me, I’d have been disinterested. Whoever sent him must know that about me. That’s an unsettling idea. The part I really find mystifying is why he had sex with me. It’s one thing to kidnap a person, but you don’t usually fuck them first.

I didn’t plan this part.

Alessio said that right before we fucked. So then, the sex had beenspontaneous? Not part of the original plan? I don’t know whether to be pissed or flattered that I was apparently irresistible. I give a harsh laugh as I walk slowly along the wall. I’d love to get my hands on Alessio right about now. I’d make him pay for making a fool of me. I can just imagine squeezing that slender pale throat of his until all the life drained out of his pretty green eyes.

My head is pounding, and my legs won’t stop shaking. I’m not used to feeling weak, but I have to stop every few feet because I’m on the verge of puking. Whatever they injected into me, the after-effects are not pleasant. There are boxes and crates that I have to work my way around. As my eyes adjust to the gloom, I begin to see shapes. At the far end of the room, there appear to be stairs. At the top of the flight of steps, there is a door. A sliver of light beneath the door shows shadows moving occasionally as if someone is walking back and forth.

Ignoring the nausea clawing at me, I make it to the bottom of the stairs. I crawl up the steps, finally making it to the door. I pound my hand on the thick wood, and the door shakes on its hinges. “Whoever you are, you just made the biggest fucking mistake of your life,” I roar.

Someone on the other side laughs, and I bang on the door some more. I even kick it a few times for good measure, letting every curse word I can think of fly freely. It helps to unleash my fury on something. Every slam of my fists on the rough wood hurts, but also feels good. The pain helps me forget the fear gnawing at me deep down in my gut.

“You think you’re going to live after this? No one touches me and lives to tell the tale,” I yell.

Another snide laugh comes through the door.

I’m so angry I’m trembling. I can’t begin to imagine who would be dumb enough to grab me and think they wouldn’t pay dearly for that stupidity. Even if they kill me, there’s no way Valentino won’t take his revenge. An attack on me is an attack on him. Not to mention, we’ve been friends since we were kids. I like to think he’d avenge my death for that reason alone. But the truth is his main priority needs to be his own reputation.

He can’t tolerate anyone murdering his second without facing horrifying retribution. He could lose the respect of the syndicate, and that might mean his death and the deaths of all the people he loves. His men could be targets too. Gang war isn’t pretty. No one escapes unscathed.

I pound on the door for another few minutes, using what little strength I have left. Finally, I fall silent and sit down against the wall near the door. My mouth and throat are as dry as a bone, and I have a horrible taste in my mouth. I’m sure that’s from the drug. I close my eyes, willing my throbbing head to quiet.

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