“Goodnight,deartháir.”
He tucks his Glock back into his pants and walks upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as he’s gone, Declan whistles.
“Aye, I was right. He stole all the nutrients along with all the brains, too.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I bark at him, and Declan raises his hands in mock surrender even though he clearly thinks it’s hilarious. “Don’t you dare tell him where she is. If he takes her, it could start a whole storm of shit we don’t want.”
“You think her brother gives a shite if she chooses to be with us or we choose for her?” he asks.
I’m left speechless, and Declan clicks his tongue.
“I see. You care if she chooses.”
“You would too,” I tell him, crossing my arms, and the Beta tilts his head at me.
“You should talk to Lorcán,” he says, and I shake my head.
“No, fuck him. He was supposed to be keeping an eye on her, and he didn’t do his fucking job. That’s why we’re in this whole mess.”
“Cillian, I think I’m on Finn’s side with this.”
“Two weeks.” He arches an eyebrow at my counter. “Give me two weeks to figure it out, and then we can go with Plan B.”
“You really think you can get the little Omega to fall in love with you in two weeks?”
No, but I might at least get her to agree to some terms.
“Just give me some time to do things the right way. Wouldn’t you rather her want to be here instead of feeling like a fucking captive?”
Declan shrugs his shoulders, and I feel hopeless.
Fuck, I really don’t want to call Lorcán to get him on my side, but I just might have to.
6
ELENA
It’sday two of no Ian, and honestly it’s a lot easier than I thought to keep my hands to myself and other’s hands off me. The girls were right, mostly all the members here are very respectful and understand our wishes. Though a part of me feels like I’m doing a bad job by following Ian’s orders.
But then I remember my bank account and stop feeling guilty. I’m being paid for my time and, well, if Ian doesn’t show, then I guess I just made a ton of money while not having to do anything.
So then, why do I want him to strut through that door and ask me to go to a private room?
The first guy I let touch me at this club, and I’m completely fucked over him. It’s honestly embarrassing. Maybe I’m not cut out for this job, the man didn’t even kiss me. Yet, here I am pining, hoping that he walks through the doors and starts paying me to touch him, when we both know I’d damn well do it for free.
The idea of leaving Vegas has gotten harder over the last few days as I get more and more comfortable behind these walls. So does my homesickness. I miss my bedroom, the hustle and bustle of the house, the home-cooked meals. Yet, I also love the freedom of being here and figuring out who I am. It’s confusing,and I feel like I have more questions than answers when it comes to my future.
What is it that I want?I think to myself as my finger circles around the edge of the martini glass.
Do I want to be like Leisha?
As much as I look up to her and respect her, I don’t want to be like her. I’m too fucking needy, and… well, I’m a hopeless romantic.
I was ten when my mama died, but she loved my pàpa, there was no denying it. It’s nearly unheard of for an Omega to be with just one Alpha, but she was. They were each other’s world, and I want that so fucking bad. She was a cocktail server at the bar he liked to go to. She’d worked there all of two weeks until he made her his. I’m sure their story is romanticized, and it was a lot more caveman-esq than I’d like to admit. But I know my pàpa was faithful to her all the years they were together. He treated her like a queen.
Though, I’ve been to enough functions to know that isn’t the norm in our world. Even though he loved my mother, he still belonged to her in a way that most Alpha and Omega couplings would find extreme. Sometimes, I wonder if his love for her is what got her killed. She was his greatest weakness, and a rival family took advantage of that. That family line ceased to exist, and maybe it’s because I grew up around violence, but it’s kind of poetic in a way. Part of me knows deep down that my father’s love for my mother is why he treated me the way he did and why he never pushed me into anything. I suppose when she passed, I was the last thing that truly reminded him of her, we look so much alike.
Maybe I made a mistake in running away, maybe the men Anthony was so ready to hand me off to aren’t so bad.
