“Did you think it was?” Aiden asks, looking ill.
“I mean, kind of? I don’t think I would have gotten a job with the team initially while we worked for the government if I’d be honest about being an omega. The blood tests came back as null for designation, and the doctors decided that must mean I was a beta. I never corrected them,” Isidro says. “I really wanted that job.”
“I kind of figured it out pretty quickly. Biology can only be fought for so long, and he never looked like a beta to me, despite appearing so masculine,” Harlan says. “I was drawn to him in a way that didn’t initially make sense either. He also needed alphas to help him through his heat, and Kyren and I were quick to offer.”
“He’s our scent match,” I interject, just in case it’s needed.
Do you blame me? They thought we were cheating on Silva!
“Two scent matches. It must be in the damn water here or something,” Aiden says, rubbing his neck. “When are you leaving?”
“In an hour,” I say, checking my watch. “I wanted to let you know what was happening. We aren’t taking Silva with us tonight. She’s still not a hundred percent with her sore ribs.”
“We’ll watch out for her,” Sloane offers. “Be safe.”
Thanking him, the three of us head out to see a sex club about an omega.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Isidro
Iam definitely not dressed at my comfort level. A mesh shirt that hits my belly button, shorts that do not cover my juicy ass, and my combat boots. Needless to say, I am a brand new hire here at Club Blue Light, though I got very sketchy responses from both the bouncer and the owner.
I’m truthfully unsurprised because it’s not every day that you get an “innocent” omega dropped into your laps. They could decide to alpha bark me so I can never leave, or play dumb so I’m their only legitimate hire. There are too many ways to fuck over an omega, and it reminds me of how damn scary the world is when you’re down and out.
“Can you walk in heels?” the owner asks with a cigar sticking out of his mouth. I haven’t gone out onto the floor yet. He wanted to dress me first. I swear, I’m so glad I decided to come in here without my gun, or we’d be cooked.
“Yes,” I reply, even though I’ve never walked in them in my entire life. However, my balance is great. I’ll figure it out. “Do you have a pair large enough for my feet by chance?”
“Yeah. Those combat boots aren’t it for this place,” he muses. “Genevieve, can you come in here?”
Kyren showed me photos of Maeve as she appears now from stills he took from the cameras, and the woman walking into the room is definitely her. I’ve also seen Maeve as an eighteen year old, and she’s had a breast augmentation, as well as some face work done over the years.
These people need to all die, but we’ll only have time for a snatch and grab tonight. Sometimes, you have to do what you can.
“Yes, sir?” Maeve asks softly, her eyes on the ground as she comes in. The fact that this motherfucker has her bowing and scraping for him means he just went to the top of my kill list.
If I can manage to corner Dylan St. James, I plan to. One good twist of his thick neck is all I fucking need to end him.
“I need a pair of size thirteen heels, please,” Dylan says, still puffing on his cigar. The smell is noxious, and I can see that even Maeve’s nose is twitching in distress. “Get to it. We have someone new starting. No fraternizing.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, turning back toward the door. Her eyes fly up to meet mine as if to warn me to leave and run far away, but I can’t do that.
“Chop, chop, Genevieve!” Dylan barks at her, and she almost trips over her feet as she leaves. “Damn girl is dancing in the next fifteen minutes. I don’t have time for lallygagging, ya know? Can you dance, boy?”
Wonderful, I’m reduced to “boy”. That’s adorable.
Forcing myself not to shift on my feet, I nod. “Yes, sir. I’ve never done pole work before, but I’m sure I can manage.”
“Yes, well as long as you’re eventually naked, no one will care,” he says. “We have dancers to showcase people’s assets, and then our patrons can request to spend private time with them.”
Dylan watches me closely, waiting for me to balk, but I don’t. I’m not planning to be here long to ride some random man’s bean pole. However, I’ll do a damn good job of appearing as if I have no other option.
“Perfect. I do like my employees desperate,” Dylan muses, eating out of the palm of my hand. “If I had more time, I’d test out how tight your throat is?—”
“I found them,” Maeve says breathlessly.
She’s a five foot four goddess. It looks like she ran for these black, very high monstrosity heels. I’m pissed off that Dylan very obviously forces the omegas against their will to get his rocks off.
