His damn annoyingly handsome mug grins widely. Son of a bitch.
Marcel meets my eyes and immediately smiles, obviously triumphant.
I’m not even surprised it’s him. Marcel was always effective. When he set his sights on something, he got it sooner or later. Makes sense he found new allies. Very powerful ones at that. Could it be their resources that allowed them to break into Blue’s electronic glasses? But if it was them, how could they organize this kidnapping so quickly, not even half an hour after I cut the connection?
Well. Now’s not the time to dig into this.
What pisses me off the most isn’t even seeing Marcel.
It’s knowing how satisfied he must be, gloating, pleased with himself. He warned me on the phone and then did exactly what he said he would. This is punishment for siding with the enemy.
And Edgar being here just makes it worse, a fucking weasel. My anger spikes.
"Well, look at this, Gabs. Been a while. What, eight months?"
I stay silent, staring at him, but I’m boiling inside, and I know I’m about to snap.
"You already know Edgar. But let me introduce my contact from NFH," he makes a gesture toward the man in the mask, "he goes by Gunman. Thanks to him, we’re all here. His team’s outside so they don’t disturb our session."
Gunman lifts his hand in a mocking, theatrical salute.
"I thought NFH killed omegas of reproductive age, like you. They made an exception? Or did you fuck your way through all of them?"
I bite out the words through clenched teeth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Blue raising his eyebrows slightly.
Edgar reacts first. He closes the distance in three steps. I know what’s coming. I run through a few scenarios and shift just enough so the hit lands with minimal effect. When it comes, I’m ready. His hand impacts my forehead because I turn my head at the last second. Doesn’t do much.
Edgar curses and goes for another one, but Marcel raises a hand.
"Enough."
He steps closer and leans in slightly.
"Suuuure. I slept with all of them. Yeah. And you know what? They all had bigger dicks than you."
"Highly doubt that. They’d need a wheelbarrow to carry it."
Edgar bursts out laughing. He thinks it’s funny? I quickly fix that by saying:
"And from what I saw when I caught you with this dumbass, you seem to prefer the tiny ones anyway."
Edgar’s face hardens immediately, but Marcel doesn’t react.
"Geez, you’re so childish. The whole dick comparison thing, such a low-hanging alpha trait—"
"You started it!"
Marcel shakes his head in feigned amusement and disapproval.
"Eh, such a silly boy. You just can’t get over the fact that you were never good enough for me, Gabs."
"Well, I’d say I dodged a bullet. You went full psycho, teaming up with people who’ll kill your fertile omega ass anyway. They hate breeders. You’ll be disposable in no time."
Marcel laughs loudly.
"I outgrew being disposable, idiot. You didn’t. That’s why you’re still here, just on a different leash."
