Page 85 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
Lastly, my eyes go to Hayden. My sweet, darling alpha. The one least familiar with death, and with the least amount of darkness in his soul.
To my surprise, he’s grinning. “Fuck yeah. Let’s light some shit up, Fireball.”
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Jo
The man is getting ready for bed, completely unaware of the threat hovering just outside his window.
As soon as he turns his back, I’ll make my move, and then he and I can have a little fun. “Don’t go too soon, Jo,” Declan says in my ear, making me roll my eyes. Of course I won’t go too soon. It’s not like I haven’t been listening during all our training. I finally convinced Declan to let me go on my missions without him lurking around the corner, but this had been his condition.
Being a nagging buzz in my ear.
My target disappears into his walk-in closet, and that’s when I move. Carefully lifting the window I made sure was unlatched earlierwhen I cased the house, I slip into the room, and silently crouch on the ground. There’s no use in bothering to close the window—he won’t be conscious soon anyway. I tread on the plush carpet, about to walk up to the wall adjacent to the closet and press my back against it, so I can catch him off guard when he comes out.
What I don’t count on, however, is Caleb Vanderburg coming out of his closet at that exact moment and catching me with my metaphorical pants down.
Our eyes lock for a moment, and then I have no choice but to rush him. It’s not what he’s expecting me to do, to be sure, since he all but lets me tackle him, taking us both to the ground.
“Who the fuck are you?” he grunts, twisting us so I’m underneath him. My balaclava covers the bottom half of my face—not that he would recognize me anyway.
“Jo?” Declan’s panicked voice is in my ear.
“Stay where you are,” I spit out, and Caleb looks at me with surprise, thinking I’m talking to him.
“What do you want, little girl?” His voice changes to a purr that makes my stomach turn. I’m twenty now, hardly a little girl, but I’m sure I sound young.
Pervert.
Caleb’s not an unattractive man. He’s in his late thirties, with a handsome face. He could have any woman he wants.
Unfortunately, he’s only interested in minors. Hence why I’m here.
“What do I want?” I laugh, surprising him when I bring my knee up and jab him in the gut. The air wooshes out of his lungs, and he all but collapses on top of me. I scramble out from underneath him, quickly standing and kicking him in the side. He’s obviously never been in a physical altercation a day in his life.
He looks up at me, his eyes warring between fear and desire.
Digging my kneeinto his chest, I pull my knife out of my boot and hold it to this throat. “I want justice, you sick fuck.”
I debate slitting his throat right here and now. I mean really, do weneedthe video of him admitting to his crimes?
Shit. Yes.
“Jo? What’s going on?” Declan’s voice sounds in my ear again.
I sigh. “Nothin’.” Then I take the syringe out of my pocket and jam into his neck, watching with satisfaction as his eyes roll to the back of his head. “I’m gonna need a moving crew.”
“Wakey, wakey, Sunshine,” I sing horribly, lifting the passed out alpha’s chin with the same scalpel that West had plunged into his shoulder earlier.
We stayed in the examination room the bastard had dragged me to with the intent to rape me. It had seemed perfectly poetic. Plus, Kole told us the doctors and scientists that use the high-tech door come in through an entrance on the other side of the building, so we shouldn’t be interrupted as long as we stick on this side of the wing.
After we found some of those tarps they used to drape over people during surgery and put them on the floor, we grabbed a metal chair in a nearby room and tied him to it. I’m starting to become concerned over the level of arousal I possessed watching Kole expertly tie a man to a chair to be tortured.
The lump of dick groans, his eyes blinking rapidly as he finally rouses awake.
“...What…what the fuck?” Banesworth shakes his head like he must be hallucinating, but nope. It’s really me, sweet little Jo Harding with her three scary alphas and one equally terrifying beta standing guard behind her.
His eyes widen comically when he recognizes each man, and he swallows hard. He immediately starts trying to pull out of his restraints, but quickly realizes it’s futile.
