Dramatic? Maybe a little, but they’ve both given me gray hairs tonight. I’ll have to remind them that they’re not allowed to leave me alone in the world. They both tether me to my humanity, and it won’t go well if something happens to either of them.
“Harlan, is that you?” Gary Dregman asks.
Syrus taps me on the shoulder and cuts away quickly with Kyren, signaling that they’re hightailing it the fuck out of here. I don’t blame them.
“Yes, sir,” I reply as Aiden stands next to me.
“This is quite the bust,” Gary mutters, looking around him. There is gun fire still going off, as the men who attend Gideon’s parties aren’t the type to surrender easily.
Shifting to a protected alcove with them, I nod in agreement. More and more agents are wrestling people to the ground, but it’ll be awhile before the night is over for them.
“Point us in a direction, and Aiden and I will help,” I reply.
“You two cowboys are going to create more paperwork for me, aren’t ya?” he sighs.
“Ghosts can’t create paperwork,” Aiden says with a wink. His face is bare to the world now as well, his smirk telling Gary that he plans to be a goddamned menace.
“Use zip ties instead of bullets when possible,” Gary says tiredly.
Letting out a whoop, I jog out into the fray with Aiden. When in Rome, huh?
Yippee ki yay, mother truckers.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Isidro
Each of the omegas in the room are drawn to Gideon like moths to a flame for different reasons. Luna uses an electric cigarette lighter that leaves perfectly round burns to painstakingly write out the wordCREEPon the alpha’s back. It’s a continuous pain that never lets up, but won’t cause death.
At the same time, Briar uses a nail gun to make pretty patterns into Gideon’s side, and Aries channels her fire sign with a blowtorch, charring one of his legs while he screams. The smell doesn’t seem to affect any of them, but then Sloane did recommend that they all rub vapor rub underneath their noses.
It’s a smart move. Now they can torture in peace. We don’t need any answers from Gideon, there’s no villain soliloquy to draw out. This is just good old fashioned fun.
Picking up a knife, Lark makes a face at Gideon’s dick, shriveled as it is.
“I’ve always wondered if the reason why men hate women enough to profit by selling them is caused by mommy issues,”she says. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter. I definitely didn’t know that a knot could be that wrinkly, or that ugly. Gross.”
“He’s not going to need it, since he’s on a one way ticket to a fiery afterlife,” Aries smirks. Coming from her, that’s kind of funny since she has the blow torch.
These aren’t women to fuck with, not when they’re so comfortable with torture. I might be biased, but I believe that omegas should run the world.
They sure as shit have shown they can take care of business.
“Sausage or knot first is the question,” Silva says, making everyone laugh.
Though, I think Sloane is thinking about how Lexi is her sister. Silva is perfectly unhinged. I love it.
“Knot first,” I suggest, staying out of the way and leaning against the wall. “The muscle is tough, but it’ll give way with a nice, sharp knife.”
Sloane discreetly covers his dick with a grimace, making Lexi grin.
“Knot it is,” Lark says, pulling on a pair of gloves.
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t kick you,” I say, picking my own knife up to ruin the alpha’s tendons in his legs.
Gideon screams, and his body convulses as he attempts to get away from all the hands torturing him.
“There’s no escape, old man,” I say, finishing my work. His legs hang limply, while the rest of his body works.
