Page 5 of Omega's Vengeance

I don’t know how long I’ve been down here. For all I know, I could have been unconscious for days. Does Valentino know I’m missing? Is he already looking for me? Is Valentino okay? Panic swells in me as that thought crosses my mind. What if someone has attacked Valentino’s home? He’s got a ton of guys on security, but people can turn. They can be bribed. They can do shit for power and money you never thought they’d do. I’ve had men turn on me. Men I trusted. That’s why these days, the only person in this world I trust is Valentino.

He’ll come for me. I need to believe that.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m going to sit around waiting for him. I’ll do my best to get myself out of this situation. After all, me and my dick got me into this mess. I should have been more careful. It wasn’t like me to be so careless and unaware of my surroundings. But Alessio had drawn me in instantly, and I’d been stupidly distracted. His scent alone had been addicting. Even now, though I’d love to strangle him, I’m aroused remembering the feel and taste of him.

I rise and clamber down the stairs. I sit against the wall at the bottom of the steps, breathing jaggedly. I end up falling asleep. I’m sure it’s the drugs that are still in my system. When I wake up, I’m shivering and cold, but at least the nausea seems to have passed. I really wish someone would come and give me some fucking water. What exactly is their plan? If they intend on holding me for ransom, they need to keep me alive. I have to have water.

I’m surprised my kidnappers didn’t bind my hands. They must feel very confident that I can’t get out of my little prison. Not having my hands tied does make escape more of a possibility. Are they so arrogant or stupid they don’t think I’ll try to get away? I will. First chance I get I’ll definitely try and get out of this place. I just pray Valentino and his family are safe.

When the door jangles and lurches open, I stumble to my feet. I glare at the yellow-eyed alpha who enters my little dungeon. He’s carrying a tray of food and a cattle prod in his hand. I do my best to look intimidating, but I feel weak and pathetic.

He smirks and sets the tray on the ground. “You look rough. I guess Sleeping Beauty didn’t get enough beauty sleep.”

“Fuck off,” I rumble, taking a step toward him.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He holds up the cattle prod, and I stop.

I’ve used cattle prods on other men enough times to know the pain they inflict. They’re beautiful torture devices. Nothing like having a cattle prod zapping your balls to get you to talk. If he uses it on me, it won’t kill me, but it can burn my flesh. I have enough problems at the moment.

“Why am I here?” I demand.

“Because my boss wants you here.” Yellow Eyes shrugs. “Mine is not to reason why. I just do what I’m told. Like you do, for Valentino.”

“Your boss is a fool. He’s going to end up dead if he does anything to me,” I say harshly.

His gaze flickers. “Trust me, I know he’s playing with fire. But he has his reasons.”

“Oh, yeah? What possible reason could he have for doing something this stupid?”

“Look, that’s not for me to say. He’ll come talk to you when he’s ready.”

“I may not be here when he gets around to visiting me,” I say, bending down to grab the bottle of water from the tray. I twist the lid and hear a satisfying crack of the seal. I don’t trust the food, but the water should be okay since it was sealed.

Yellow Eyes guffaws. “You aren’t going anywhere, buddy.”

“That’s what you think.” I gulp down half of the bottle of water and feel life returning to my cells. I don’t exactly have a plan for my escape, but I’m determined to get the hell out of here ASAP.

“I guess you think you’re shit don’t stink because you’re Valentino’s Second?” He curls his lip. “You’re gonna wish you’d never met him when my boss gets through with you.”

“Oh, really?” I shake my head. “I don’t know why he has a beef with me. Maybe if you’d tell me who he is, I could figure out why he has a grudge.”

“I can’t. If he wants to tell you, that’s his prerogative.”

“Whatever.” I nudge the tray of food with my foot. “You can take that. I’m not stupid enough to eat anything you serve me.”

“We’re not trying to poison you.”

“Well, you certainly seem trustworthy,” I say drolly.

He gives a humorless laugh. “Suit yourself.” He bends down and grabs the tray, keeping a wary eye on me. When he straightens, he says, “Boss isn’t gonna like it that you’re not eating.”

I chuff. “What does he care?”

He lifts one shoulder. “He doesn’t want you to starve to death. He wants to take his pound of flesh in other ways.”

“Who’s your boss?”

He narrows his eyes. “You met him. He’s the one who jabbed you with the needle. You didn’t know?”

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