Page 52 of The Kingpin's Omega Lover
“In the past.” Aleks gave him a deliberate once-over. “Where’s your bodyguard? You aren’t here alone.”
“No bodyguard. I had to see for myself if you’d show up. If my memories were right and I interpreted your clues correctly.”
“Bravo, dear one, you did it. You solved the puzzle.” His smile went feral. “But I don’t believe for a second that no one knows you’re here, especially not your mob protector. He wouldn’t let you come by yourself.”
Malori lowered his voice an octave and quirked an eyebrow. “You’d be amazed what my ass can convince a man to do.”
Aleks’s eyes flashed with familiar heat. “I remember that ass well. I’ve missed it.”
“How much?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
Malori nearly had him hooked. He just had to dangle the bait a little longer. “I want to see my son. I came here to find you, so I can see my son. With my own eyes. To see he’s healthy and taken care of.” Whoever was speaking stopped and applause covered the rest of his statement. “I’ll let you fuck me, if you let me see my son.”
A different man with a softer voice began speaking, something about an upcoming after-school program.
Aleks scooted his chair closer to Malori’s, and then leaned over, sliding his left arm across Malori’s shoulders. Malori bit his tongue so he didn’t shove that offensive arm off. Didn’t push away from Aleks’s mouth as it hovered close to Malori’s ear. “You think a lot of your asshole.”
“I know how expensive a wet, leaking omega asshole is on the black market, and you spent a small fortune for the privilege of not only fucking me, but impregnating me.” Malori turned his head and, swallowing back gorge, rubbed his nose against Aleks’s cheek. “An hour with my son is pretty cheap for another go at my sweet, slick hole.”
Aleks pulled back a few inches, his expression oddly quizzical. “You’d whore yourself to me willingly, just for an hour with that squalling little goblin?”
Malori’s temper roared, and he pulled back hard on his desire to punch Aleks right in the mouth for that comment. Not the whoring, but the goblin. Who called their own child a squalling little goblin?! “He’s my son, Aleks. I’d do anything for him.”
“You haven’t seen him in a year.”
“That doesn’t matter.” Lies, all lies, it mattered so much that he ached every single day. But that wasn’t what Malori meant by it not mattering. “I carried him. I gave birth to him. He’ll always be part of me, no matter how long we’re apart. Don’t you miss him when you’re…at work?”
“No. He’s entertaining on occasion, but mostly he’s an obligation. I almost gave him away.”
Malori growled. He couldn’t help it, but the sound of the man speaking into the microphone hid the noise. He needed to stay out of attack mode and keep Aleks talking. “Why did you keep him?”
“I changed my mind. I thought raising a child in my own image, molding a life would be amusing. But he’s far too youngright now to do much more than eat, shit, sleep, and scream for attention. I’ll wait until he has a few vocabulary words under his belt, I think.”
You truly are a psychopath, wanting to turn an innocent child into someone like you.
“I’m serious about my offer,” Malori said. “Sex for an hour with my son. Our son.”
Aleks put his right hand on Malori’s upper thigh and squeezed. “An hour for an hour.”
Malori glared, pretending to be annoyed by the counter-offer. Took about fifteen seconds to “consider” it. “Fine. When?”
“No time like the present. I even have a room right here, in this hotel. I took a chance you were alive and would figure out the clues. That you were so much smarter than anyone at the Farm gave you credit for. Smarter than that man you live with who calls himself a King. You understand that sometimes you have to give, in order to get.”
“I do.”
“Excellent. I’m going to leave now. Down the hall, there is a public men’s room. Wait two minutes, and then meet me there.”
“The men’s room?”
Aleks didn’t respond or give him a chance to clarify anything. He stood, left his drink on the table, and followed the back wall of the dim ballroom to the exit. Malori watched him go, insides bouncing with terror and anticipation. This was happening. His son was close by, and they’d be together soon.
He was also willingly going to a hotel room with a man he did not trust, not in the least. But he wasn’t going in unprotected. He dropped his chin and spoke directly into the wire. “It’s happening. He’s got a room here. We’re going up soon.”
He imagined King whispering affirmations in his ear, reassurances that they were close, ready to act, that nothing badwas going to happen. A lot of bad could still happen in the next thirty minutes, but so could a lot of good.
One way or another, it would soon be over.
