The door clicks shut, and when I turn back to the couple on the bed, I’m surprised to find the Omega staring me down with an undeniably violent look in her eyes. I knew I saw that spark earlier.
I smirk at her before blowing a kiss. Her guard growls at me, but I can’t feel his dominance anymore, which is really fucking rare and equally suspicious. He’s also missing a scent. Though that’s much easier to mask than his dominance.
When Scott was here, he definitely had his dominance out to play. Enough to make it clear he’s an Alpha, therefore potentially a threat, but not stronger than me. Or Scott’s. Which means he’s strong but hiding it because there’s no way he’s that fucking big, that fucking imposing, with a weak dominance that he can make disappear at will.
“I know you,” the Omega coos, drawing my attention to her once more. She doesn’t look or sound as drunk as she did thirty seconds ago.Was she faking it?
“Oh?” I tilt my head, taking in the sight of her bare legs. “I would remember a face like yours, not to mention those legs.”
I don’t know if I can trust any of them. Why is she here with Beau? Is she really his girlfriend? My instincts are telling me he’s in danger, but how many threats are there?
“Yeah, you would,” she purrs, winking. “But that’s not what I meant. I know you from the tabloids. You’re some spoiled rich kid that’s always getting into fights.”
Her words have me glancing down at my knuckles. They’re healed. Mostly. That was self-defense. Not that I owe this woman any explanation, but the idea that that's all she thinks of me irks me. I hold her gaze too long, unable to look away from the intensity in her stare.
Violent. Angry.Protective.
The way she assesses me makes my skin pebble with goosebumps. I’ve been trained for this. For moments like this. For being someone I’m not. I’ve done it for years, but right now it’s bothering me.
“Didn’t you date some CEO’s wife?” She squints, and I frown. “That’s right! You broke up a fifteen-year marriage and almost cost your dad his company.” She snaps her fingers, pointing at me.
“He has a lot of companies. He can lose one or two.” I shrug, trying to slip the mask of indifference back on.
“What was her name again? Priscilla—” Dream starts up again, but I growl.
“Don’t ever say her name again. She’s off-limits, Omega,” I snarl, but she only smirks. So she was scared of Scott, but not me? What does she know, and how do I get her to tell me?
“She was your mom’s age, right?” The smile on her face is lethal, and I can’t help but wonder who the fuck this woman really is. First impressions are everything, but maybe she’s putting on as much of an act as I am.
Maybe they all are.
“Does that bother you because I like older women, which means you’re too young, or is it the thought that I’m so good at fucking a woman right I ended her marriage?” I ask, watching her reaction closely.
She huffs, rolls her eyes, and hops off the bed, unbothered. Maybe a little frustrated, but not because I taunted her. She doesn’t like my response.Why?
“How much is your debt?” Beau asks, making me frown and drawing my attention away from the Omega. “How much do you owe my father?” He prompts when I don’t respond. He pushes his legs off the side of the bed and keeps his eyes on the floor.
“Why?” I lift my brow. None of this is making sense, but I know they don’t trust me any more than I trust them.
“If I give you the money, you can pay it off, and then you’ll be free,” he says simply. “If you pay him, he won’t hurt you, right? So how much do you owe?”
“More than you have,” I answer honestly. I didn’t come into this completely blind. Of course we looked into Scott’s son. I just didn’t know I’d be doing this when our guys got into his accounts.
“How much?” He almost sounds like he’s trying to demand I give him the answer, but his voice is weak.
“Eight figures.”
“Fuck.” He deflates, shoulders slumping in further.
“Like I said, more than you have.”
“Fucking idiot,” Beau sighs in a quiet voice, and the insult has me smirking.
“That’s what I’ve been told.” I nod in agreement as Dream snaps her hands together in a loud clap.
“We should go. I’m bored of this,” she announces.
“Alright.” Thor nods, moving swiftly to grab all of their stuff, which honestly isn’t much.
