Finding my phone again that’s now on the ground, I find that Abbott is blowing me up.
Abbott
Cassidy! Baby, you’re freaking me out. I found your location, and I’m going to kill this receptionist if you don’t tell me where you are.
I’m at the door to the room, Jessika is dead. She begged for her life, but it was forfeit the second she told me you’re currently busy fucking omegas. Shi and Ansel are parked in the alley.
Me
Not fucking… Emergency exit to my right.
The door knob jiggles, and I bite my lip when it doesn’t open. Wonderful, we’re locked in here.
“Can you be very good and help me?” I ask the omegas softly.
“For you, yes. You’re nice. Smell good,” Bell moans. “I feel funny…”
“Me too,” I confess softly. No one is paying attention to me, and one of the omegas is naked and riding an alpha’s cock across the room. It’s clear there’s zero consent here. This is all kinds of fucked up. “My friend is at the door. Don’t freak out when he comes in, okay?”
“They lock the door?—”
Abbott swings it open in defiance of his words, looking beautiful with his three piece suit. The first three buttons to his shirt are open to expose his chest in his signature form. Fuck. This is doing absolutely nothing to help me settle my desire, and the fact that I haven’t had sex in six months is really messing with me.
I need to hold onto his windswept brown hair while I ride his mouth and beard immediately. Who the hell is he to refuse to fuck me?
“Don’t be upset,” Bell whispers, kissing my lips. I let him, even though I shouldn’t, moaning as his tongue swipes along mine.
The muffled sound of gun shots as Abbott uses his silencer has me holding the omegas tighter to me, trying to shield them from the inevitable deaths surrounding us.
“Can you trust me a little?” I ask against his lips, knowing that I’m asking a lot.
“Winter…” Bell says softly, trying to decide if he can.
I have no idea what he or Winter have been through, yet I need him to accept that he’s coming home with me.
Bell hums under his breath, his fingers pressing under the girl’s chin to get her to release my nipple.
“Maybe. Kiss Winter,” he insists.
Knowing Abbott is watching me, I nod. I’ll explain whatever I need to later, but I’m keeping these omegas. I have this strong feeling that they’re mine, and I’m not giving them up.
“Hey, Pretty Girl,” I rasp, gazing at her blown out pupils and pink lips. I shouldn’t be asking this, not when she looks so fucking high. “Can I have a kiss?”
Her soft lips press against mine immediately, and I let her take control. It doesn’t matter that Abbott is committing murder and he’s freaking the fuck out, his curiosity will stay his hand for at least another forty-five seconds.
Patience isn’t something he’s good at when it comes to my safety.
Winter’s fingers slide into my hair, her nails scraping gently against my scalp as she loses herself to the kiss. She tastes like rum soaked cotton candy, one of my favorite signature drinks to ask for when I go out.
Fuck.Her kiss helps to clear my mind slightly of the haze of the room, and all I can think of again is that she and Bell are meant to be mine.
Pulling myself away from her lips, I meet Abbott’s gaze with fire in my eyes.
“I know that look, baby,” he murmurs. “We’re taking them, aren’t we?”
The alphas who were here with the other omegas are all dead as I glance around, and he’s already let Shiloh and Ansel inside the room.
“Where is everyone else?” I rasp.
