I think I need to gag her with her intestines before I finish choking her to death.
Cutting across her abdomen, I widen the hole, digging inside until I can pull out my reward.
“I’ll bring her body down for you,” Henri says, bringing her down slightly so I can reach her throat easily.
The intestines slide out easily, as if as excited as I am about Matilda’s death. Just call me the intestine whisperer.
The woman writhes in pain from the burn in her throat from choking, and my not very gentle ministrations. This is the least of it, because I wrap her intestines around her head, shoving them into her mouth as well.
“I got a twenty that she bites down,” Freddy says, watching tentatively.
“She’s dumb enough to do it,” I laugh before I focus on choking her out with her own intestines.
Matilda does bite down as her body fights for oxygen. She can’t expel the eyeball, nor can she fight me off. It only takes a few minutes before her wretched soul leaves her body, and I release her intestines with a smirk.
“Another one for the fire?” I suggest.
This is only part of our crew, as most of the newer people are incinerating bodies. I don’t know how Drego managed to become the weapons and supplies man, but he hasn’t puked yet.
I suppose we can keep him.
“We got it,” Henri promises.
Pulling off the gloves, I toss them in the trash as they begin to bring her down from the hook.
“Does this place have any running water?” I ask. I need to wash up before I go back to see my omegas.
Someone shows me where there’s a bathroom, and I scrub my hands with some dish soap the guys have. Honestly, you never know when you’ll need some.
Sighing, I look at myself in the mirror and feel no regrets. My heart feels a little more settled, though I dislike that Clara is still out there.
I caught a glimpse of her long hair, couture dress, and high heels as I was coming in to get to Winter and Bellamy. The alpha is an entitled woman who believes she can make money off the backs of other people’s misery.
Not on my watch, not when my omegas’ lives are on the line. Shaking off my hands since they’re still wet and there aren’t any paper towels, I carefully take off the coveralls without getting any gore on me.
Leaving it on the ground for the guys to collect, I leave without a second glance. I need to hug my pack and my omegas to remind myself the monster inside me is not only necessary, it also protects them.
Chapter
Nineteen
SHILOH
It’stwo in the morning by the time we get home. Winter is working through the last of the sedative that was shot into her, and Bellamy is wired as we walk inside.
“I…” I trail off as I struggle to find my words. I’ve apologized half a dozen times for Bellamy’s wound but he just shrugged. He wasn’t the least bit concerned by it. The bad guy was dead, and that’s what mattered. “Will you guys sleep in the pack bed?”
Abbott hums under his breath, approval shining in his eyes. Tonight reminded us all of the evil following our omegas, and how easy it could have been to lose them.
“Us?” Winter asks, her head tilting as she leans against Bellamy. “I mean, I don’t see why not.”
Bellamy’s lips purse as he looks down at her, feeling out her answer. It’s not the first time we’ve all slept in a puppy pile, but they were detoxing at the time. It feels different now.
“Yeah?” Cassidy asks, smiling as Bellamy and Winter nod.
Thank fuck. I need to know they’re close, safe, and with us. I think I’d probably end up sleeping at the base of the stairs totheir nest to be close to our omegas if they’d refused. I just need to hear them breathe and feel their warmth.
I need the reminder that they’re alive and well.
