I isolate myself from the other comms so that I’m only focused on my girl. Everyone else is perfectly safe, they have each other. Silva is alone, being the insane omega that I know her to be. And she’s in trouble.
Oh fuck, I can’t breathe. My anxiety is dancing the merengue on my nerves, because I have no fucking idea how bad things are for Silva, outside of what I’m hearing through her comm.
Thank God I’m still on my medication. My scent and designation are so locked down, it’s not even funny. No one will notice what the hell I smell like in a place like this, but I did take what Silva has told me in the past into consideration.
I’m wearing an amber cologne so I will have some sort of scent. This won’t make me stand out as much as smelling like nothing. As long as I don’t look and smell like an omega, I’ll be fine.
I can learn and adjust.
I have to when I’m infiltrating one of the most dangerous mansions in my career. I have to get to Silva.
Time feels as if it’s suspended as I walk, and I know that’s my mind attempting to protect me as I panic. My heart is pounding, my heart feels like it’s seizing, but as I arrive at the hallway that leads to the library, I lock it all down. Years of training and working with the men I love have taught me that showing your feelings is the best way to get yourself or others killed.
Not much time has passed, but it feels like a lifetime when a second gunshot goes off. No one reacts around me, and it’s as if this is normal.
“Wonder if I’ll get a chance now,” an alpha near me laughs. “I’ll join the guys for a cigar. That’s usually where Gideon pulls in the runner up when someone fucks up. Looks like two more omegas are back up for sale now.”
Forcing a discreet breath into my lungs, I will my body's muscles to loosen. Nothing bothers me, not their words, nor what’s on the other side of this door. I will lie all damn day is if means I won’t fuck this up.
Raising my fist at the door, I knock as everyone around me moves away. This could either go really well, or really badly. There’s no in between.
The door is ripped open by a large man holding a staff with hooks on either side, and I stand tall, curious if he’s the one who ripped the ceiling away from Silva. A huge section of a vent is gaping behind him, and his black tux is covered in dust and paint.
“What? We’re busy,” the man growls. The sound doesn’t affect me the way it would have as a younger omega. I’ve trained myself out of being affected by alpha barks.
I no longer respond, the hairs on my body don’t raise, and some days I wonder if I’m an omega at all. In times like these, it comes in clutch.
“I’m Alpha Michael’s guard and wanted to know if you needed any help,” I reply.
This could either be super dumb, or Gideon could get a sick sense out of getting me to help them after killing my supposed employer. I also doubt anyone will look to see if it’s true or not.
Things are too chaotic to fact check.
“Come in,” the man says with a curl of his lips, his hand lands on my shoulder and he yanks me inside with a snort of unkindlaughter. “I guess you’re a little late because your employer is dead.”
The door slams behind me, and I get a view of people wrestling the gun away from Silva as she kicks and screams. In the chair nearby, an alpha sprawls with a bullet in his brain, and behind it is the guard that it appears Silva shot.
“Get the fuck off me! Fucking barbarians!” she screams, not comprehending that I’m here yet. Men surround her, beating on her body as if she’s a grown man, and not a tiny pixie omega.
I know she can handle herself, but this is a bit dicey. Thank fuck she did the shooting and not the other way around. The man in question is also deader than a door nail. My girl is an awesome shot.
“So it would seem,” I murmur to the hulking man beside me. “He didn’t pay his employees well so I can’t say I’m surprised.”
“Fuck. Quit moving! You’ve already cost me one good guard, you bitch,” Gideon growls on the ground, slapping Silva as he wrestles the gun away from her. “Since you’re here, come help me with this bitch.”
Knowing he’s talking to me since his tone changes, I pluck Silva from the body of people to stand in front of me. She continues to fight me until I run my thumbs over her upper arms soothingly. A guard wouldn’t be as firm and gentle as I’m being, and I need to get her out of her fight or flight mode so she won’t attempt to escape from me, or kick me in the balls.
Shaking her carefully, I clear my throat as I send her all of my love through our bond so she’ll recognize that I’m behind her. Breathing hard, she strangles her scream of frustration before she settles, which is fine.
Getting caught sucks, and Gideon isn’t someone who appreciates being one-upped. He has a dead man in the room he didn’t kill, and he’s fucking pissed. He’s currently holding onto the firearm, and the last thing I want is for him to use it on her.Being her pretend captor will get her away from these assholes who want to hurt her, and gives me a chance to see what kind of shit we’re dealing with.
Tension flows in her body even though she knows I’m holding her, and I send her waves of reassurance through the bond as I take in those in the room.
I have several firearms on me, knives, as well as odds and ends that I feel are necessary. The library has five alpha businessmen left, a man behind a computer, Gideon, and the man who answered the door inside. The businessmen were the ones fighting with Silva funny enough, but I suppose inaction in Gideon’s presence gets you killed.
They all brush themselves off and sit down on the chairs, glaring at Silva.
“This mongrel needs to be retrained,” one of them snarls. “Is she one of yours?”
