“Madam Clara’s auction is currently without omegas,” Bellamy says, his voice ragged and fucked. “That’s why she pushed Matilda to find Winter and I when we escaped.”
Ah. That’s a big part of the puzzle. I don’t think I need Matilda anymore.
“Bellamy, I need to finish up here, and it’s going to get really ugly,” I say slowly.
It’s one thing to kill an asshole you don’t know from Adam who raped your sister. It’s quite another to watch a woman who was part of your family be killed ruthlessly by your alpha. This isn’t a group killing, but mine.
“I don’t want you to look at me differently. Could you wait with Winter, please?” I ask.
Bellamy lopes over to me, light on his feet as he hands the bat back to Jake.
“That did help. Thank you,” he says politely.
His hand rises to loop my ponytail around it before fisting it tightly. My eyes widen slightly, waiting for half a beat before his lips slam onto mine, kissing me hard.
“I think you’re so fucking sexy when you’re like this,” he growls, leaving me panting as he releases me. “Carry on.”
He walks away, and Ansel chuckles under his breath.
“The omega’s got game,” he mutters. “Have fun, baby.”
Ansel follows our omega out while I shake my head.
“I need to regain my feminine rage,” I murmur. “Would you gentlemen like to take over for a bit?”
“Can I feed her eye to her now?” Jake asks, grinning.
“I think this is the perfect time. Anyone have a pair of murder coveralls? I’m trying not to get any Matilda on me. Ripping her intestines out is starting to sound really good to me,” I say.
“I do,” Drego says, pulling out a pair of them. “I thought this was overkill, but now I’m realizing I should have brought more.”
“Learn as you go,” I say pleasantly, watching as Jake approaches a blind Matilda.
“I hear you! Go away!” she screams. “No!”
Jake politely plugs her nose to force her to open her mouth even as she struggles, before shoving the eyeball inside. He doesn’t care much about the state of her jaw, and he shoves her teeth together so hard, I hear one crack.
“Swallow the eyeball or I’ll fucking make you,” Jake snarls.
Matilda struggles even more as she realizes it’s exactly what she thinks it is, and he keeps her nose plugged, forcing her to struggle for air that’s not coming.
He waits until she’s really having a hard time before releasing her. Matilda’s immediate response is to suck in air, which also pulls the eyeball down her throat.
“Hey-yo!” I cheer as I get into the coveralls. “I give it an eight for technique!”
“That was at least a nine, Casey,” Henri chuckles darkly. “Need a knife?”
“Please, I don’t feel like using my own.”
Drago sighs as he hands me a wickedly sharp knife and I thank him. If he’s tired of my bullshit already, he’ll hate the next few minutes.
“Let’s give the boss lady a proper canvas, shall we?” Henri yells.
“Plastic gloves?” I ask Drego, and he pulls out a pair from a box, handing them to me as if I might bite.
Shoving the knife in my back pocket, I pull on the latex gloves as I wait.
Most of these men know how I work, and a few of them grab scissors and cut off Matilda’s clothing while she continues to cough and wheeze around the eyeball. Grinning because this is fucking hysterical, I shove the knife deep into her upper gut, careful not to perforate her intestines.
