My grin is vicious as I follow him around the corner. Time to make evil men suffer.
“Is that Hudson?Fucking send him up here; I ain't got all night!” Someone shouts from the top of the stairs once his guys let us in. This place smells like a rat den, if the rat was also a drug-dealing monster.
It’s everything you would expect, and my instincts scream at me to run the fuck away. When I refuse to flee, the urge to pull an Apollo and start stabbing is strong.
“Security stays down here. The Omega can go up with you,” one of Dexter’s punk-ass bitches sneers at us, laughing in a way that sets off all my mental alarms.
Hudson snaps his teeth at the smaller Alpha, making the creepy fuck flinch as he takes me under his arm and leads me up the stairs.
“Can’t wait to rip that tongue out of his fucking throat,” Hudson hisses. It’s an odd sensation, giggling when your instincts are trying to tell you you’re in danger and it’s time to escape. He probably scents my body's response.
“I’ll help,” I purr, hoping he can see the devil in my eyes and not fear.
As soon as we’re on the second floor, we see Dexter, and I’m digging my claws into Hudson’s side so I don’t launch at him.
Rip his eyes out, feed them to him… The violent voice in my head begs me to attack.
He’s average height, average build. Unremarkable. He’s shaved his head bald, but there’s an orange fuzz growing in. Why’s he choosing to be bald? Suspicious.
“You must be Dexter,” Hudson says, offering his free hand to the slimy fuck.
“I am. Who’s this?”
“No one. You got what I need?” Hudson grunts, pushing me behind him. He moves his body so I’m hidden from the other man's view, but it doesn’t last.
“Sure. First, introduce me to your Omega,” Dexter says, stepping too close as he moves around Hudson to get to me.
His scent reminds me of chewing tobacco mixed with toilet water, and I wrinkle my nose. I’ve never smelled anyone this fucking rancid. I want to spit the scent out and gargle with acid.
Please hurry, Apollo.
“I’m Dream,” I say, holding my hand out for him to shake, reminding myself that I can’t chop his limbs off yet. When he leans in to press a kiss to the back of my hand, I jerk free, hissing like a pissed-off alley cat.
I press myself into Hudson’s side, hiding my revulsion as I pretend to just be startled. The creepy evil fuck likes my fear and doesn’t even notice the gagging noises.
“Dream, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Dexter, but call me Daddy,” he offers in this heinous attempt at a seductive tone. His eyes spark with a challenge as he watches me, and my muscles start to ache with the effort it takes to resist shoving my heel into his eye socket.
“Hudson is the only Alpha I call Daddy,” I mutter, wanting to grab the taser out of my handbag so I can electrocute his balls.
I glance up at Hudson as he glares back at the other man. Our eyes meet.
Not just yet.
“Oh, she’s a delight!” Dexter barks out a laugh, keeping his eyes on me.
“Heat drugs… I know you got what I’m looking for. I’ll pay. Whatever price,” Hudson says, trying to pull the other guy'sattention off of me. The rage in his voice is barely contained, but we knew Dexter would prefer that.
“One hour with your girl,” Dexter grins.
Sure. One hour—Just you, me, and my knives.
“Fuck no.” Hudson’s grip is digging into my back, shaking like he’s on the same page as me.
“Your girl seems into it,” Dex sneers.
I would be more into getting my brain transplanted into the body of a cockroach, actually.
“She’s not for sale. Never will be,” Hudson growls through clenched teeth. “Fifty grand. I’ll transfer it right now,” he says less aggressively, holding me to him possessively. I rest my head against his chest, acting nervous, like I’m worried he might really hand me over to this creep, and the thought of such a thing scares me.
