Page 93 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
Before I can decide if I want to try to explain the events that resulted in that, we’re coming up to Kole, West, Jo, and a rolled-up tarp. Sam’s flashlight lights up Jo’s smile when she sees us, and Sam doesn’t slow, not stopping until he’s right in front of her.
She looks up at him with wide, green eyes, her red hair wild in the breeze.
“Just in case I didn’t make it clear earlier…” He swallows, his throat bobbing with the motion. He puts the can of gasoline on the ground beside him, then wraps his arms around her waist. Her hands fly up to his face as he takes her mouth, and the kiss they share is…it’s…it’s like all the pieces are falling into place.
They pull apart with a gasp, and Sam starts talking. “I’m too old for you. I have too much baggage, and this will probably all go to shit. But I want to try, if you’ll have me.”
She grins up at him, that coy, flirty smile that always gives me a semi. “My, my. You have such a way with words, Sammy-boy. Just how old are you?”
He grimaces. “Thirty-three.”
“That’s only ten years, silly.” She swats his arm before turning to the rest of us. “Okay, now who wants to help me dispose of a body?”
I’m sure the smile on my face is demented as I douse the dead body with gasoline. Finally. Fucking finally, after two years, I’ll get to set my sights on the flames again. Real, full flames. Not the little tiny shit I managed with an old battery and some steel wool.
We’re about two miles into the forest, and Kole and Sam are a few feet away from me, digging a grave. More than six feet deep, because apparently that’s murder-cover-up one-oh-one. Jo cackles as she feels my elation through the bond. “Fuck, no wonder you like settin’ fires so much.” She giggles, coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist. “If this is what it feels like every time.”
“You wanna light the match?” I ask once the body is appropriately soaked.
“Nah, you do it, Darlin’. You’ve been waitin’ for this.”
West watches me with trepidation. “I’m not sure we should be encouraging—”
“Oh, take the stick outta your ass, Doctor.” Jo chides. “We’ve already committed murder tonight, I think it’s a little too late to start carin’ about our manias.”
“It’s time.” Kole comes over, wiping the dirt off his hands and onto his jumpsuit. "We have already pulled Banesworth's teeth andsmashed them with a rock so they cannot identify him with dental records…ifhis body is ever found.” The sentence is very movie-villain in his Russian accent, and I am totally here for it. Sam and Kole drag the tarp over to the grave, and let the body fall with a thump.
Shooting Jo a wink, I set the gas canister down and take the matches out of my pocket. One lights easily, and then I’m taking a few steps back, before tossing it into the grave.
It goes up in motherfucking flames.
“Nobody will be able to recognize him, even if they do find the body,” West says darkly. The tone would normally send a shiver through me, but the sight of this piece of shit going up flames has my serotonin levels skyrocketing.
At least, I’m pretty sure it’s serotonin. That’s the good one, right?
I’m just glad Jo had the foresight to grab her alpha-gel so we could all use some to block the scent of the charring flesh.
I would have thought that I’d feel some semblance of guilt over being a part of a torture and murder session, but…I don’t. Banesworth had it coming, and really, we just cleaned up the world a little bit.
“Wait.” West shakes his head like he’s coming out of a daze. “Jo, did you say that you canfeelHayden?”
“Oh, shoot.” She grimaces, before sighing and lifting her sports bra to reveal the underside of her boob where my bite sits, illuminated by the fire. I definitely have a boner now. “Yep. Right there. It completely cancelled out whatever designation-nullifyin’ drug they gave me, too.”
“Fuck,” Sam mutters running a hand over his jaw. “You can’t let anyone know about this, Trouble.”
She grins at me, lowering her bra back down. “Aren’t you gonna show them yours, Darlin’?”
Smirking, I unbutton the top buttons of my jumpsuit until I can pull it to the side far enough to show my own bite mark. Nobody butKole’s seen it so far, and my alpha has a swelling of pride when Sam and West look at it with envy.
“Can an omega bite a beta?” Jo asks thoughtfully, and West chuckles.
“If you have an alpha bite you first, it will activate your venom and then you can bite me, Siren.”
“Peachy-keen.” She smiles as she runs her tongue over teeth.
“Any more secrets you guys feel like sharing with us?” Sam asks in a frustrated voice.
“My dad might be a problem once we get out of here,” I supply, shrugging. “He wants me to marry some business-buddy’s daughter, but I won’t do it.”
