Page 36 of Omega Untamed
“Whatever happened to my vest and jeans?”
“I washed and dried them. The vest is fine. The jeans, what is left of them, are with it in that drawer.” He pointed toward a dark dresser.
He mock-pouted. “I like jeans that are half falling apart.”
“Indeed.” I refrained from rolling my eyes even though the vision of him in those jeans had not left my mind since I first saw him at Moosie’s.
“All right, then.” I breathed out. “I’m leaving.”
“Don’t get yourself killed on the job. I can’t do this without you,” he said quickly.
Of course he needed me. For everything. I had not planned this. But it was all my fault. Now it was set in motion.
*
“Your mind is not on the job today, Sebastian,” said Myre, looking up at me over his half-moon reading glasses.
I sat in a chair facing his desk with a pad in hand, going over the duty roster for everyone who worked for him beneath the veil of the casino.
Why he put me in charge of it was probably because I wasn’t as goonish as his other cohorts. I had no seniority. But I could think creatively. Quickly. And I got things done while other guys were thinking with their mouths open, catching flies.
Myre noticed me from the very beginning of my employment with him and I moved up in the ranks fast enough to make Sam suspicious that the Alpha boss was onto me. That it wasn’t a trap. But it turned out, Myre had few he could rely on who weren’t merely henchmen or dealers or drivers. His secretary was trustworthy but lazy, always talking about the cute Omegas he’d scored with. Whereas I was more business oriented.
Sam wanted me to loosen up before this gig, play a role, but I’d quickly realized my own real personality complimented Myre’s immediate needs. I was efficient, quiet and private. Soon Myre was plying me with gifts, making sure I would stay.
I got things done.
Now, with Kee in my apartment, I’d compromised everything. My mind strayed. Worried.
I glanced up. “Sir?”
“You should have had that done already. I’m counting on you.”
“Almost finished.” I realized I had been staring at the screen doing nothing for some minutes.
“We’re all going to Albert’s for dinner,” Myre said.
“Required?”
“Why?” His eyebrows rose, his grizzled face smoothing out slightly, showing only a few dozen wrinkles now instead of a hundred.
I shrugged, glancing down at my screen.
“You have something better to do?”
“No, sir.”
“Good, then it’s settled.”
But my heart beat a little faster. He’d noticed something was off. Not much got by that Alpha, which was why he was in the power position he currently held. No one had bettered Myre in decades. And no one had ever been able to take him down. He had no arrest record. He kept all his dealings under the veil, and anything illegal went through his crew. If they were caught, they alone held the bag.
Myre made sure everyone was paid well enough not to squeal. And he paid their families for insured silence if anyone did get thrown in prison. If that silence ever broke, the families would be killed.
It was simple and brilliant.
I needed to focus. I couldn’t bring any attention to myself that anything in my life had changed. Kee needed to stay safe.
Because I had my own suite at the hotel, I never had anyone who worked here over to my apartment, so I didn’t worry about anyone dropping by unnoticed, which was a relief.
