Foxy's Den – formerly known by the incredibly classy name of Howling Hank's Whore House before it had been shut down for obvious reasons - was a suspected illegal Omega house masquerading as an Alpha's club. So, for all intents and purposes, a whore house that skirted around the law by offering strippers, massages, and private escorts and hid the prostitutes in the back.
It was also the only address that the COPSD investigation into Harley's kidnapping had turned up for one Alexi Gartroli, a suspected Omega trafficker.
Here,I tapped a quick text to Clint, knowing he'd immediately update Rafe.Going in.
Then, I thought to myself, shooting a disgusted look at the legal papers I'd been served on my way to the highway,I can snoop around for a few minutes, holler back at Rafael, and then take a break to call the attorney and see what I needed to do about the mess with Chloe.
FFSBC,Clint texted back, the shorthand that meantfor fuck's sake be carefulstill had me laughing when I pulled open the heavy copper-plated door and stepped inside. I stopped short when the thick scent of Omega pheromones slammed into me.
Then the whole fucking plan went straight to hell in a handbasket.
"Welcome, Alpha," a soft, throaty female voice purred.
"Please, let us make you comfortable," chimed in another voice, this one male.
Two Omegas stepped out of the shadows and my jaw dropped. From their features, they were easily identifiable as fraternal twins. Both had wavy, shoulder-length honey-blond hair, high cheekbones, and plump pink lips. Their slender bodies were encased in skimpy green tunics that left little to the imagination and brought out their wide, pale green eyes.
"Um, hi," I croaked out, cringing inwardly at the uncertain tone of my voice.
The twins smiled encouragingly, stepping forward as one so they could each take one of my arms.
"I'm Pazel," the man offered, his eyelashes fluttering. "And this is Poppy."
"Colt," I said shortly.
"Come in, Colt," Poppy invited, slowly stroking her hand down my forearm. "Let us make you happy."
"Right." I took a slow breath and forced a relaxed smile. "Lead the way."
"Tell me, Alpha," Pazel asked softly, his lashes still fluttering. "How did you hear of our establishment?"
"Oh, we have a mutual friend." I barked out a laugh. "Or, rather, your friend and I are both acquainted with a certain Omega, if you know what I mean."
"Really?" Poppy sounded curious. "Would you mind telling me the friend's name?"
"Sure." I shrugged. "Alexi Gartroli."
"I see," Poppy's response was measured, but I caught the concerned glance she shared with her brother. "If you'll have a seat, we'll be right back with your entertainment options."
Once I'd been led to a sofa in what I assumed was the waiting room, I had a chance to examine my surroundings.
Unlike the Oh! Club - the only other Alpha club I'd visited - the room had an understated décor that was done mainly in earth tones. The walls were painted sort of a mushroom color, the trim a light brown, and the inexpensive carpet was gray and threadbare in spots. The furniture was plain and uncomfortable looking, like something you'd find at a cheap motel. It was also different from the Oh! Club one other way. It was empty…except for me.
I pulled out my cell phone and managed a couple of discreet photos of the surroundings – careful to catch all possible points of entry as well as the security cameras – before the hosts returned to parade their available employees in front of me.
"See anything you like?" Poppy crooned, dropping her hand to her hip and shoving her meager chest out. "Remember that Pazel and I are on the menu as well."
"Right." That would be the moment when I realized that there was no polite way for me to leave without actually hiring one of their Omegas. I don't know what I'd been thinking, other than I'd expected an environment more like a club where I could go in, have a few drinks, and then sneak out.
That, clearly, was not going to be an option.
Not if I wanted to blend in with their other customers.
Assuming they actuallyhadany other customers, which, as I mentioned before, they didn't seem to.
I accepted a rocks glass filled halfway with an amber liquid from Pazel and leaned back against the stiff couch cushions, forcing myself to leer at the line of beings as they stopped and posed in front of me, one by one.
As I tried to determine how many I needed to check out before randomly picking one, I caught a jerking movement from the corner of my eye. A nearly naked being was being forced down the hall by a much larger individual, their wrists tied behind their back
