Page 26 of His Stolen Omega

“Mr. Erskine.” Levi dabbed his napkin at the corners of his mouth and then finally tipped his head in Kian’s direction. “I highly suggest skipping the steak tonight.”

“You don’t like it?” Oberon frowned and glanced down at his mostly empty plate. “Strange. Mine was perfect. Maybe you just have shitty luck. Here, let me call over the waiter and get you another.” He lifted his hand to do just that, but Levi gave a curt shake of his head, still watching Kian.

“Is there something I can help you with?” he offered cooly. “I somehow doubt you came over to be polite.”

Pike took a threatening step forward, but his Dominus grabbed his arm, making him retreat.

Was there something between Pike and the synthetic? Upon closer inspection, he did seem rather put out. There were lines across his forehead, and his skin was dry. The stress was apparent, but there was also clear worry.

According to Baal, the synthetic was kept away from the Eumia, so why was there a disgruntled Eumia member currently glaring Levi down?

“Can we skip the song and dance, Leviathan?” Kian kept his tone even, playing politics. They were in public and there were curious eyes on them already. It was safe to assume anything they said could and would be turned into gossip and spread across the entire city by morning.

“I heard a family member has gone missing,” Levi said, opting to stick as close to the truth as possible to ensure his words were believed. “One of your brothers, was it?”

“The beta,” Oberon stabbed the last morsel on his plate and popped it into his mouth, chewing and then flashing a toothy grin at Pike when the Eumia turned his anger on him instead.

“His presentation makes him worthless here,” Kian replied. “But puts him at no less risk.”

“Yes, I imagine there are loads of people dying to get their hands on such a treasure. Family makes for the perfect bargaining chip.” Levi steepled his fingers in his lap. “Being related to you would put even a beta in danger on Synastry. If my information is accurate, he’s been missing for a little over a week now, yes? Are you here to ask for my assistance?”

Kian searched his face, but he wouldn’t find anything.

Levi only allowed people to see what he wanted them to see. Nothing more. Nothing less.

“Do I have your word you know nothing about this?” Kian wouldn’t trust his word, and they both knew it.

“I haven’t seen any betas recently. But my offer to help stands.”

“Why?”

“I don’t have any siblings. I’m curious, what’s it feel like to lose one?”

“Elm is a person, not an object.”

“Since that’s the case, how do you know he didn’t simply leave of his own volition?” Levi shrugged. “Perhaps he’s vacationing. Does he ski? Snowboard?”

“He’s allergic to the cold. He would never willingly come here,” Pike snapped.

There really must be something between him and the synthetic for him to make a mistake like that. Mafia knew better than to reveal weaknesses, especially in front of the enemy.

So the toys most likely weren’t the first thing to make it up the omega’s ass.

Levi felt a strange prickle of annoyance at that revelation, his mood souring, though he kept it contained.

“What do you want in return?” Kian asked.

“For my help?” He pretended to think it over. “There’s a hotel downtown, Forever Moon. Your other brother owns it. If the White Frost can locate the beta for you, have him hand it over.”

“Don’t speak about Shiloh.”

“Why? Does our history bother you?” If they were alone, Levi might have taken the steak knife and driven it through Kian’s jugular—and Pike’s for good measure—but alas. He didn’t like to think about that incident with Shiloh, how he’d been drugged and reduced to little more than animal instinct. Again. “Are you upset about the fact I know him so…intimately?”

“I’m upset you sent men to attack him,” Kian corrected.

“Did I?” That was news to Levi. “Believe what you’d like.”

“For the record, you’re saying directly to my face that you have no idea where Elm is, correct?”