It’s like the heavens above chose to give him every single beautiful physical trait, just to make him that much more lethal.
Because inside is a heart so black that even the most dangerous crime lords fear him.
I’ve heard the stories.
I know what he’s done. Who he is.Howhe does business.
That’s why I chose the Ferraro family to steal from. If anyone could stand to lose a few dollars to a good cause, it’s him.
“The next time you pull a gun on me, I suggest you use it,” he says, his cultured tone causing my stomach to twist.
Not just because his deep alpha voice is an aphrodisiac to my inner omega, but because hisnatural cologneis swirling all around me.
Dark chocolate with a hint of cherry.
Another damn scent match.
Three, actually.
Because that hot guy with the glass isalsomine.
Which means they’re a pack.
Of course they’re a pack. I knew that the moment I stepped onto the jet and smelled their combined fragrances.
That’s why I questioned Johan. Something didn’t feel right.
Or rather, it felttooright. Because of the instant scent match.
There was no way my brother sent these alphas to get me. I determined that before Lazarus stepped into view.
But seeing him confirmed my suspicions.
And brought all my worst fears to life.
“I’m not a forgiving man, Ms. Bianchi,” he goes on, still holding my gaze. “I fully intended to destroy the one who stole all those funds. And I still might. But it won’t be in any way that you’ve imagined.”
My stomach twists. He’s talking about killing me. “My father will annihilate you,” I promise. “I’m an omega and his only daughter. Hurting me is a death sentence for you.”
He stares down at me, his indifferent mask seeming to flicker with some sort of emotion. It’s not fear, though. Or anger. It… it looks like pity.
Which doesn’t make sense.
Why would he pity me?
Or is that regret I’m seeing? That would make more sense.
“Kidnapping me is a mistake,” I add, hoping I’m reading that sentiment wrong. “Release me, and I’ll just go back to Widows Peak. And we’ll… we’ll forget this ever happened.”
His expression hardens. “That’s never going to happen, princess. Now get up. It’s time to go.”
Noah groans on top of me. “But I’m comfortable.”
“Stop fucking around,” Lazarus growls at him. “You can play with our omega later.”
I bristle at that. “I will not be playing with anyone.” My body might be reacting to their scents and my inner thighs might be slick with need, but I have no intention of letting their knots anywhere near me.
Well.
