Page 39 of A Promise of Forever
He tries to fight against the guards, but they're professionals who have restrained hundreds of people. Within seconds, Alistair is secured to the chair with his hands bound behind his back and his legs tied to the chair legs.
I grin at his distress, letting him see that his cooperation has only bought him a slightly less terrible fate. "Thank youfor telling me what I need to know. However, I never said I wasn't going to hurt you first. I need to send a message, Alistair. Everyone in this organization needs to understand exactly what happens when you bring drugs into my establishment and assault an Omega under my protection."
Alistair struggles against the ropes, his earlier cooperation dissolving into pure panic. I lean forward and rest my hands on his knees, the gesture almost gentle despite the violence promised in my expression.
"Now, explain to me everything about Bloom," I say calmly. "Did those come from this Thatcher person, too? And walk me through exactly what happened with that young woman tonight because if I have to hear the details from one of my guards instead of you, the next ten minutes are going to be significantly more unpleasant."
Alistair shrinks backward, those large shoulders now doing nothing to save him, but I don't have any sympathy to spare for someone who drugged and assaulted an innocent person. This is justice, and I'm going to enjoy every moment of delivering it.
Alistair squirms in his restraints again, his voice rising in pitch. "I didn't do anything to her! I swear, nothing happened!"
The door opens and Lorcan steps inside, his presence immediately filling the small office with the kind of menace that comes from decades of specialized violence. I hold up a hand to tell him to wait, not quite ready to hand over my toy yet. I want answers first, want to understand exactly what happened before I decide how much pain Alistair has earned.
I look deep into the Alpha's eyes, searching for any hint of genuine remorse or recognition of wrongdoing. Finding nothing but self-serving desperation, I turn to look at one of the guards who witnessed the initial incident.
The guard sighs heavily, clearly uncomfortable with having to recount what he saw. "We found Alistair in one of theprivate locker rooms, hovering over an Omega who was barely conscious. He was trying to get her undressed, and he was stepping out of his own shorts at the time. If someone hadn't stepped in when they did, I'm not sure how far it would have gone."
Rage floods through my system so completely that my vision tunnels for a moment. Everything in my world narrows down to Alistair's terrified face and the violence I'm about to deliver. This isn't just about rules or territory anymore. This is about a fundamental violation that strikes at the core of everything I believe about protecting Omegas.
I reach forward and cup Alistair's dick through his pants, tightening my grip enough to be painful. He freezes, clearly not understanding what I'm about to do. Then I twist hard and apply pressure at the same time.
Alistair howls in pain, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. "Let me go! Fuck, let me go!"
"No," I say calmly, tightening my grip. "Because I don't think you'll need this anymore. What do you mean you were going to fucking assault her? And an unconscious Omega who couldn't consent at that?"
"She was into it!" Alistair gasps out between screams. "Before she passed out, she was all over me! She wanted it!"
The excuse is so predictable, so pathetically typical, that I twist his dick again with enough force that I feel something give beneath my fingers. Wetness seeps onto my palm, the putrid stench of urine filling the air.
"How many goddamn times have you used that excuse on some poor unsuspecting Omega? How many times have you told yourself that drugging someone and waiting for them to lose consciousness counts as consent?"
I put my free hand out, palm up, and Lorcan immediately steps forward with a small blade. I take it from him and stab itdirectly into Alistair's thigh, the blade sinking through muscle until it hits bone.
Alistair's scream reaches a new pitch, agony overriding any ability to form coherent words. Blood immediately soaks through his pants, but I know from experience that the wound isn't deep enough to cause serious lasting damage for an Alpha. It just hurts like absolute hell.
"Not only did you not listen to my rules about drugs," I say conversationally, like I'm discussing weather rather than torture, "but you're also a despicable piece of shit who preys on vulnerable Omegas. I will personally help that young woman sue your ass into oblivion and make sure that criminal charges are filed. You'll be lucky if you ever see daylight as a free man again."
Alistair's face is streaked with tears and snot, all pretense of toughness completely abandoned. "You'd be risking your entire club for all that bullshit. Local courts don't give a shit about Omegas who get themselves into trouble. You'll bring down so much heat that your whole operation will collapse."
I grin at his desperate attempt at manipulation. "You don't think I have friends in all the right places? I have the St. Clair family on speed dial, and they run security for more than just a handful of rich people. I've also got a choice few officers in my back pocket for situations that might go south. The only real requirement for protecting my business is avoiding federal attention, and one asshole Alpha attacking an Omega in my club isn't going to trigger that kind of investigation."
I lean in closer, making sure Alistair can see the cold calculation in my eyes. "How the fuck do you think this business has survived for three generations, Alistair? We're not stupid street thugs. We're organized, connected, and protected by people who value what we provide to the community."
"Now," I continue, settling back slightly, my hand still on his dick. "I'm going to have a little fun with you, and then Lorcanhere is going to make sure the message is permanent. That way, everyone who sees you will know exactly what happens when you violate my rules and assault someone under my protection."
Alistair's eyes go wide with fresh terror. "You said I wouldn't die! You fucking bastard, you promised!"
"I'm still keeping my word," I assure him. "You won't die. I just think that a few permanent disfigurements might serve you well."
Recognition dawns on Alistair's face. "You're going to do to me what you did to Dorian? Break my bones and ruin my career?"
I shake my head slowly, letting the anticipation build. "No, we didn't rip Dorian's dick off."
The words hang in the air for a moment as Alistair processes what I just said. His eyes go impossibly wide, understanding and denial warring on his face. He opens his mouth to protest or beg, but I don't give him the chance.
I twist harder with my hand, applying more pressure to his cock, relishing the way the tender flesh gives beneath my strength. Then I yank forward, the awful sound of skin tearing hitting the air. There's a moment of resistance, tissue struggling to maintain integrity, and then everything gives way at once.
Silence falls over the room for a split second. Then blood spurts in a gushing stream as Alistair lets out an agonized howl. One of the guards immediately slaps a hand over the Alpha's mouth, muffling the screams before they can attract unwanted attention from the venue outside.
