Page 8 of Retribution
That’s rich. I don’t know if that exists for an omega as broken as I am.
I’m considering lowering my dose of scent blockers to one where I can still smell an alpha’s scents. A very small part of me that believes in fate wants to see.
“Yes, Alpha,” I murmur, waiting for details.
“I’m currently in deep shit with someone, and it’s ruining my focus,” Nico says. “There is a hacker that’s been fucking with my business, and I need him scratched off the board along with his pack.”
“Pack?” I ask. “Aren’t hackers typically solitary creatures?”
“You’d think so, but Oliver Carew was recently caught on camera at a known sex club with several men that I believe to be his pack. We went to school together, which is the only reason I know his face. To the dark web, he’s faceless, nameless and a general snarky asshole,” Nico grumbles.
I’ve gotten very good at tracking people in the years that I’ve been out of the Jefferson City Auction. It’s all just delayed gratification until I can make people scream before they die.
“Sounds like his dick is going to get him killed,” I muse.
“Quite possibly,” Nico grunts, handing me a folder.
Inside, there’s information on Oliver Carew, Alesso Daventi, and Lucas Reid. The photos all show that they’re alphas used togetting their way, and they’re all gorgeous. I shouldn’t even be noticing this. I haven’t had sex in two years, which means that I tend to spend a decent amount of money on The Naughty Tote’s website.
A release without a forced heat, lies, or an alpha’s pheromones are all I can stomach lately. I’ve seriously thought about having sex with a female alpha just to see if it’ll make a difference, but I think I’m broken beyond repair after the not so tender care my handlers spoiled me with.
“I’ll take care of it, Alpha,” I promise. It’s not up to me to ask questions. Nico Domino doesn’t tend to place a hit on people unless they’ve done something to piss him off.
It works well, because I get to do my thing and my blood lust is quenched for a time. I’m beginning to think that all alphas are terrible humans. Just because Nico isn’t amongst the worst of them, doesn’t mean he’s an upstanding alpha.
He is sending me to kill people, after all.
The world doesn’t exist in shades of black and white, not for me.
“Thank you. See that you do,” he says. “And Isolde?”
It’s still jarring to hear my real name. I use it for work because it’s a calling card of sorts. If I’m coming for you, it’s because you aren’t going to survive me.
“Yes?”
“Alesso is currently in Italy. You’re going to need to make sure that you take your passport with you,” he says.
My face doesn’t show how much I dislike flying, I simply nod. My fake papers are under my name with a fake surname, another layer of protection that’s necessary when I travel.
Ugh. Fucking Italy. I hate Europe.
“Do you have a preference for who I need to take care of first?” I ask.
“I don’t,” Nico says, shrugging. “I have to get going, this organization isn’t going to lead itself.”
Heavy is the mantle of the king, huh? Am I supposed to feel sorry for him? I feel bad for the omega that is going to marry him. I overheard that the wedding will be held in Savannah, but not much else.
While I know that arranged marriages happen, they’re too close to being bought and sold for my conscience, and Nico told me that the marriage is wanted on both sides.
I’m not sure if I trust that. I may stick my nose where it doesn’t belong after this job if I have time.
“Of course,” I say, taking my folder and leaving. I pass his pack as I go, and they all avoid my gaze as I walk.
At least it’s nice to have some sort of reputation. However, if they think I’m a leashed dog, they’re wrong. I’m willing to work within my preview for Nico Domino because I choose to. I have contracts with eight other mafia bosses across the country and three in Canada.
A dog, I am not, unless it’s a rabid one.
Snapping my teeth at one of them, I smirk as he jumps.
