Page 29 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“You?” she scoffs. “I wouldn’t ask you six scallywags to take care of me if you were the last men on earth.”
“Sweetheart,” Hardy says as he tugs off his balaclava. “We just rescued you.”
“I didn’t ask you to,” she mumbles, her forehead wrinkling, her body tensing with obvious pain. She takes a deep breath in and out. “For all I know you set all that up. Just to get me to climb into bed with you.”
Silver points to a bullet lodged into his vest at his shoulder.
The omega manages a shrug.
“I told you,” I say. “We’re the good guys.” When it comes to this situation anyway.
“You are not good guys,” she says, her lower lip wobbling. “You used me. You played me. You made me fall for you and …”
“You fell for us, huh?” Hardy says and I want to punch him square on the nose.
“Because I’m an idiot.” Her whole body shakes and a film of sweat shines on her face. “Thank you for coming to help me. But I didn’t ask for it and I don’t want any more of it. Take me home.”
Her last word trails off into a yelp of pain and she screws up her face and bends double, moaning through another stab of pain.
Her scent thickens even more. I jerk down the window and stare out at the darkness.
It stares back at me and creeps through the open window threatening to swallow me whole. My fingers itch to pull out my knife.
I peer behind the car, back in the direction we’ve just come. No one’s following us.
I could jump out. Head back to that underground clinic. Slit a few throats.
“We’ll drive you home,” Axel says.
There’s some murmuring from within the car.
“The lady said no,” Axel says firmly, and the car is silent again.
It’s like the magnitude of our fuck up has slapped us hard around the face.
Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
This little bird is different.
Not like the expensively preened usual ones.
She’s not that stupid.
Risking our sorry asses to rescue her was never going to be enough.
The omega moans in agony beside me.
I could fling her onto her back, sink my tongue into her cunt and flip those moans right around.
I plunge my hand into my pants. Flick open my knife in my pocket.
I wrap my fingers around the blade and squeeze. Squeeze hard.
It’s what I deserve.
What we all deserve.
The sharp metal slices through my skin.
