Page 12 of Nest of Thieves
“Either way. Quiero mi dinero.”
Who knew the first time I’d utilize the semester of Spanish I took at OU would be in a standoff with Vette? I don’t remember much of what I learned, but I know what he said.
Arching an eyebrow, I curl my fingers into fists at my sides. “I’m not giving you the money.”
“Oh, yeah?” Vette stops laughing, searching my face. “You really want to play with the bad guys? A good girl like you?”
I take a step forward, surprising him into taking a step back. A smirk cuts across my face, and I place two fingers on his chest, watching in fascination as he almost trembles at my touch. I walk my fingers up his chest and boop his chin.
“Two things you should know about me. I’m not a girl, and I’m not good.”
“Oh, yeah?” he whispers, eyes dropping to my lips.
“Yeah.” I bring my knee up and in between his legs. I go easy on the guy. I’m only trying to escape, not break his nuts.
Vette grunts and drops to his knees, a funny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. I growl a little and push his shoulders. He falls onto his back. Dropping on top of him, I straddle his hips and place my hands around his neck. His nostrils flare and his scent explodes around me, potent with desire and oranges.
“I could kill you if I wanted,” I say, leaning toward him so our faces are only a few inches apart. My black dress rides up my thigh. “Riku, or should I sayLark, is too busy inside to realize you need help.”
“Do it, then,” Vette wheezes, eyes glinting with a challenge.
I squeeze his neck a little tighter. “Why haven’t you ordered me off?”
He could easily use his alpha bark to make me stop.
“Maybe I like. A little. Breath play.”
I dig my nails into his skin. “I’m not giving you the money. Rob another bank.”
His face is turning red. I release him, sitting back. My ass brushes over a long and very hard cock. I scowl at him, and he shrugs, sticking his hand behind his head, more than content to stay in his current position.
“You’re unhinged,” I mutter, climbing off of him. I peek at his crotch.
What? I’m only an omega.
“Maybe a little.” He reaches down and adjusts himself, eyes on me while he does it.
A swell of heat rises in my lower stomach. Oh no. No, no. There is no way thatthisis the pack that finally interests me. I cannot be attracted to the assholes who robbed me. Well, technically I robbed them, but semantics.
“Don’t come after me.” I point at him and take a step back.
He sits, gaze trained on me.
“You hear me, Vette?” His name rolls a little too easily off my tongue. I lick my lips, wanting to savor the taste of it.
“Si, mami.”
“Don’t call me that.” I narrow my eyes and take another step back. Vette stays on the ground.
I reach down and slip my heels off, taking off on foot. How did they find me? The SUV from earlier must have had a tracker as predicted, but I thought I’d been quick enough taking the Oldsmobile. I guess not. Frowning, I run a little faster, trying to make it back to the dorms before Lark can intercept me. Once I’m back in my room, I check my closet. The money is still there. Glancing around, I also check to make sure nothing is amiss. I chew on my cheek. Should I leave now? It would be the smartest thing to do, but there’s no way they’ll get into the omega dorms. At least, not without causing a stir.
If I go out now and they’re waiting for me, they’ll catch me. I can’t exactly evade them while carrying heavy bags of money. No. Tonight, I’ll stay and plan a way to get out without them recognizing me. Maybe Sammy can help. I change into sleep shorts and a tank top, tossing the black dress into the hamper before checking on Atticus.
My red and black snake’s vivarium is on top of my dresser. His tongue flicks out when I take the lid off and he slithers up to meet my hand.
“Good boy,” I coo, pulling him out and carrying him to the bed. Curling up with him on my lap, I stroke two fingers over his scales. “We’ve got a problem, Atticus.”
My snake wraps himself around my arm and I hold it up, looking into his reptilian eyes. I stole him years ago. He’s the only one who knows the full truth about why I do what I do. Not even Laurence, the guy I work for, knows about that.
