“No.”
“Are you sure?” I narrow my eyes.
He sighs heavily. “You're an odd one, you know that?”
“Not the first time I’ve been told that,” I mutter.
Syrus pulls into the parking lot of a building with a sign that saysClub 21.
“Look, Emmett, you’re safe here, okay? The rumors of this town being a safe place for Omegas starting over are true. We don’t advertise. The goal is to keep this town as low-key as possible, giving the people here the privacy to start over. You are free to come and go as you please. No one will keep you here against your will. But what the girls will do is point you in the right direction to start your new life here in Widows Peak, okay?”
“Okay.” I nod. I’m not sure why, but I believe him.
“Silva should be working, but if she’s not there, ask for Lexi. If neither of them are in, give me a call, and I’ll come back to help you out,” he instructs, handing me his card.
“Thanks.” I get out of the car, and he drives away, leaving me standing in front of the club. “Sooo,” I hum to myself. “Do I walk into the potential house of horrors, or do I turn around and run?”
Spinning around, I look off into the distance of where the main road is and groan. “House of horrors it is,” I grumble.
The club is not at all what I expected. While the outside is just a black brick building, the inside is stunning.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. Faint music plays as the energy around me hums to life. It’s nothing like the Slick Shack. Nothing at all.
The place is lit up, sunlight streaming in through every available window. The interior isn’t what I’ve seen before. Some walls are white, some are black. Everything looks new and modern, but with a chill, relaxed vibe.
On my right is the bar, lined with white barstool chairs. To the left are a few pool tables and booths. Then, on the other side of the club, is a dance floor with a small stage towards the back.
“How can I help you?” a female voice asks, catching my attention. I look to my right to see a blonde woman behind the bar.
“Hi.” I lick my lips, heading over to the bar. As soon as I’m in range of her, I can smell that she’s an Omega. Something about being around other Omegas makes me feel more at ease. “Ah, Syrus brought me here.”
She nods her head as she dries one of the glasses. “Okay.” She raises a brow. “Anything else?” she asks with a small smile. “Did he say what he’d like us to do with you?”
My cheeks heat. “He said you’d know what to do with me.”
She snorts a soft laugh. “New to town, huh?”
“Yup. My car broke down on the side of the road a few miles back. Syrus found me and gave me a lift.”
“Okay then. First, let’s start off with your name. I’m Silva. I own not only this bar, but this town, alongside my twin sister and a few other women."
I let out a low whistle. “That’s impressive.”
“You have no idea,” she says.
“I’m Emmett. A lonely Omega who heard whispers of some town that is supposed to be a safe haven and my new start.” I smile.
She smiles back. “That's our goal. I’m going to guess you don’t know anyone in town?” I shake my head. “So, you’re going to need a place to stay.” She says it like a statement, not a question. “We can get you set up at the inn down the street for now.”
“Really?” My brows rise.
“How are you with money?”
“Ah, depends. Great at saving it, but I don’t tend to get a lot of it,” I chuckle.
“I meant more along the lines of do you have any?” she questions in amusement.
“Oh.” I dig into my pocket for my wallet. “Of course. How much do I owe you for helping out?”
