Page 13 of Omega Untamed
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. At twenty-five my life had come to this. I always knew deep inside me I would probably not live to be thirty. Some instinct informed me of this as if it were a fact, which was why I partied hard and made no commitments, formed no loyalties, but I didn’t think I’d be cut off so soon. Not in this manner.
I looked up at Myre, my lashes sticky as I blinked. “I’ll tell you everything.”
“Just as I thought,” Myre replied with a stark smile. “No honor.”
Chapter Four
Bast
The bed was a state of the art classic king, the most expensive on the market with a topper to die for, clean soft sheets, pillows made of part foam, part cloud. The room temperature was perfect. The silence stretched like paradise forever, my number one favorite tune.
I could not deny I had extended luxuries in this job. And bliss when I needed it.
But I couldn’t sleep.
I needed to make a phone call that could not be done here. I needed to slip out and back without anyone seeing me. It was bothering me that I felt trapped, walled in, no better than that beguiling Omega just down the hall.
Kee. His face imploring as I left the prison suite. More vulnerable-looking than he probably knew. Those guys of Myre’s would eat him alive, not to mention the boss himself who had a deep appetite for control, a dominant mastery that not only bordered on obsessive, but downright owned the term.
I got up and put on yesterday’s suit sans blazer, opting for my favorite long, light-weight coat. I loved the coat; it made me feel cloaked, hidden, but intimidating to those who dealt with me.
In the hall, bathed twenty-four/seven in golden light, Spiro, one of Myre’s night guards, stood by the elevators looking bored. He glanced up at my approach, the long scar down the side of his cheek looking red tonight, as if he’d been scratching at it.
I held out my key-card.
Spiro frowned. “Boss said no one is to enter or leave this floor tonight.”
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” I said it low, trying to keep my voice non-threatening. It was difficult at the best of times. I tried to tell myself for years now that people didn’ttryto be annoying. They simply were.
“I know but.” Spiro swallowed.
“I outrank you.”
The face-off lasted less than three seconds. Spiro moved to the side, and his brown hair fell onto his monstrously high forehead making him even more annoying. And flustered.
“What should I say if I’m asked?”
“About what?” I started to turn my back on him.
“Where you’re going?”
“To the corner for a pack of smokes.” I didn’t smoke. But no one here knew that. I pretended to. I lit the cigarettes and filled ashtrays with their butts. They never touched my lips.
“Yeah, uh.” He winced a bit. “Okay.”
“I’ll be back before anyone notices.”
He made a strange grunt, then said, “See ya.”
Idiot.
I knew where all the cameras were in the casino and elsewhere. Myre had had me inspect them. I’d gone over security footage from many of them as my job for Myre included finding people, tracking people. I knew all the dead zones, all the places not tracked by security as a rule but only there for back up.
It was easy to make my path untraceable.
Once outside, I knew which CCTV cameras to avoid and I easily blended with the shadows. The next block up stood the empty building Myre had bought as a tax write-off. Small. Three stories. All offices scattered with leftover filing cabinets, some on their sides, rooms with peeling paint and acoustic ceilings stained yellow and, in some places, completely broken away.
No one came here. Ever. I had all the keys. But just in case anyone broke in, I had put what I needed now on the top floor in the far bathroom. That room had flooded and still had sewage dried all over the floor and looked too scary of a place for even the most desperate drunken teen or homeless desperado to enter.
