Page 9 of Omega Untamed
Blessed silence filled the room. For about two minutes.
“Your people seem, well, kinda serious.”
I predicted the next question. They all asked it. It was part of the endless routine.
“Why am I here? Do you think they’ll kill me or something?” Kee’s voice went higher on that last word.
It didn’t look good for him. Myre was not the type to go soft on the enemy of the day. He had a paranoid streak. And a lot of power. He was never soft about plowing over those he perceived to be in his way regarding his business.
“Bast? You’re not answering. That means yes. He will kill me. Right?”
“I do not make those decisions,” I replied, glancing toward the cage.
“But you work for him. You know.” A hitch to the tone now, a bitter edge.
I reached for the remote to turn the sound on the TV up.
“What did I do?” Kee asked. “I’m a harmless guy. I may party a bit hard, but I don’t hurt others. Never.”
Right. He could put that in his last confession. Many times Myre gave guys a chance at last words before his assassins pulled the trigger. The times he had me do it, I didn’t prolong it.
I started flipping through channels before I found some sports highlights. I didn’t follow any particular sport or team, but this would distract for a time.
I heard the suite’s door lock click with someone’s key-card, then open. Immediately, I stood, moving away from the couch and lowering the volume on the TV.
Myre walked in, followed by Stone and another man named Merch. I never liked Merch. He wore a permanent half smirk, half smile no matter what was going on around him. He liked to kick those who were down.
“How’s our little Omega?” Myre asked, barely glancing at the cage.
The Omega was far from little, but I wasn’t going to argue that detail.
Kee took a step back, his face going pale.
“He give you any trouble?” Myre’s dark suit was so finely pressed the creases in front of the ankles looked sharp as blades. He’d removed his tie since we’d gone out, but otherwise, he appeared slick as ever.
Slowly, I turned my head toward Kee. The plastic cup I’d given him earlier was sitting on the edge of the sink in full view. Myre had to see it, but he said nothing.
“No, sir,” I replied.
Kee met my gaze, the muscles around his eyes drawn, his mouth open to just a slit, posture frozen.
Myre gestured with one hand to Stone. He didn’t have to say anything. Stone went to the cage and opened the door with a card. It swung outward, and Kee backed up a step, eyes moving from me to Stone and back to me.
“Thank you for your assistance, Bast,” said Myre.
This was my moment, my cue to exit.
Why I hesitated, I didn’t know. But some inner part of me fluttered aware, like a door opening, but to what I couldn’t tell. I opened my mouth. One word forced its way out. “I.”
Myre looked at me, eyebrows angled. “I—what?”
I shook my head.
“That will be all for tonight,” Myre said to me. “Get a few hours sleep. I may have need of you later.”
“Yes, sir.” That meant I’d stay in one of the guest suites so I’d be nearby. On call. A room had already been designated for me long ago.
But it felt wrong. Leaving. Staying. Keeping an Omega on ice as if he were someone dangerous. He wasn’t. Not at all. But Myre had become obsessed.
