Page 47 of A Murderous Omega

I shivered, but didn’t forget my role. “I am so sorry! I spilled my drink all over your omega. Please, let her come to the restroom so I can try and repair the damage.”

“Oh, that isn’t necessary,” the omega said, while Laurent snarled his refusal.

“Nonsense,” I responded, then looked up at Laurent, my eyes wide and innocent. “You’re so sweet though, to want to stay with your girl! Why don’t you come with us? You can stand outside of the restroom with my alphas.” I looked over my shoulder at Emile and Conor, who’d materialized beside me. “They don’t like to let me go by myself either,” I stage-whispered, winking at the omega.

Trapped by social conventions and unwilling to embarrass the omega of the son of one of the richest men in the country, the alpha grumbled his assent.

We swept out of the room, the three alphas trailing behind us. I kept up a patter of nonsense until we reached the restroom.

The omega stopped and waited for her alpha, while I opened the door and feigned my delight. “Look! There’s a vestibule! You don’t even have to wait in the hallway.”

Conor rolled his eyes, but bent to kiss my forehead with affection. “Alphas don’t belong in omega bathrooms, baby.”

“Don’t be silly,” I responded, well aware I was being just that. “Won’t you be more comfortable here?”

Conor shared a long look with the other alpha, pretending to be first annoyed, then indulgent with his silly little omega. “Okay, baby, whatever you want.”

They followed us in and took their seats in the elegant plush anteroom, while I dragged the omega into the actual restroom.

“You have two minutes to change and disappear,” I said, climbing up on top of a toilet and retrieving a bag out of the ceiling. “Or you can go back to him. Choose.”

The omega looked at me with big eyes and shook her head. “I can’t. He’ll⁠—”

“I’m going to kill him when he comes rushing to look for you in a few minutes,” I said calmly. “I need you to be in the crawlspace in the ceiling and on your way out to a new life by the time that happens.”

She froze. “Kill him?”

I nodded, meeting her blue eyes with mine.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” I said, squeezing her hand.

She nodded shakily, then ripped off her gown, shoving the utilitarian sweatshirt over her head and stepping into the tactical pants. “Up you go,” I murmured. “Someone’s waiting for you at the end of the air duct.”

She clasped my hand. “Thank you,” she whispered, and allowed me to boost her up into the ceiling. “How do I ever repay you?”

“Pay it forward.”

Two minutes later, the alpha burst into the restroom. “Where the fuck is she?” he roared.

I shot him in the neck with a paralytic dart. He slapped it away, glaring at us before his legs buckled. His body hit the tile hard, eyes wide with rage he couldn’t express, vocal cords frozen mid-scream.

“They’ll blame his omega,” Emile said softly, kneeling beside the twitching body.

“But they won’t find her,” I answered, hiking up my gown and planting one stiletto heel on Laurent’s chest. I bent down until my face was inches from his. “Remember me? The omega you raped to ‘verify’ before you sold me?”

Recognition flickered in his paralyzed eyes. Good.

I pulled the thin blade from my hair. “You took my choices. My body. My future.” I traced the knife along his jawline, letting blood well up in a thin red line. “Now, you’ll pay for that.”

Conor handed me a pair of pliers, his smile dark and approving. “His teeth first, baby?”

“No.” I unzipped Laurent’s trousers, watching terror flood his eyes as understanding hit. “I promised myself I’d feed him his balls. Let’s start there.”

He convulsed after the first cut. Blood pooled on the pristine white tile as I worked, methodical and careful—not because I cared about him, but because I didn’t want to get blood on my dress. When I finally held up my prize, slick with blood, Conor pried open Laurent’s jaw.

“Eat,” I commanded, shoving the severed flesh past his teeth. “Choke on it like you made me choke on your cock at fifteen.”