Page 18 of Outlaw's Omega
“I’m sorry I didn’t quite hear that?” I cupped my hand to my ear, leaning forward into his space. I had heard him just fine. But I wanted him to repeat it. I wanted to see the fear in his face as he realised what was coming.
“You are the Outlaw.”
“So do you think I give a shit about your laws?” I tapped my foot idly, my shoe splashing piss up both our legs.
Furiously he shook his head. Tears streamed down his face.
“I have a message for the Monk as well. A message you can give him.” The words had barely left my lips before blood exploded from the back of his head. Fragments of skull and brain matter splattering the brick.
Idly I wiped a fleck of blood from my white shirt. I didn’t mind violence, if anything I enjoyed it. But I hated shooting people up close, they always ended up bleeding on my clothes.
***
There were no more roadblocks, none of the Monk’s men stepping out into the road to stop us. There was no one out on the streets at all. It was almost like the entire place was in hiding. Luckily for them because any of the Monks men who dared step up to me would suffer the same fate as the beta.
There would be no mercy from me.
Not for any of them.
In a life that had been filled with blood and pain, I had never been this close to losing control. I didn’t just want to kill everyone who had hurt Bree, I wanted to annihilate every person connected to them until there was no trace of them left on the earth. Until not one person was left to speak their names.
No one was safe, not from me. Not now. No one but children. Because even a man like me had to draw a line somewhere.
As if by magic a young girl stepped out of the shadows of a rubbish-strewn alley. Her hair limp tendrils around her dirty face.
“Alpha Kaelan?” Her voice wobbled, fear rolled from her waves but unlike the beta, before her, she didn’t cry, and she didn’t wet herself. Even afraid she was braver than the man before her. And I knew why. Or at least I could hazard a guess. She was a street kid, just like I was at her age. When you had nothing to live for you didn’t fear death. You embraced it. It was a kill or be killed world. I just hoped for her sake she didn’t become the latter.
“Is your alpha now sending children to fight his battles?” I didn’t even bother to keep the laughter from my voice.
But she didn’t back down. Her red-rimmed eyes rose to meet mine, unflinching. “I am not here to fight and I am not a child.” Her voice was indignant. Almost haughty. It made me smile. “I am here to tell you his Holiness the Monk has received your message.”
The smile on my face grew even more. Good, I was glad he had. What I was less pleased about was yet again having this conversation with someone who wasn’t him.
“And does he have a message for me?” Patience had never been one of my strong suits, now more than ever. I wanted all of this over, so I could get back to Bree. Hopefully, by now Zane had moved her to her fathers.
At least there and with him standing guard over her I knew she was safe.
“No Alpha Kaelan. The Monk does not have a message for you.” Her eyes glittered with malice that made me respect her even more. She would make it, I was sure of it. She was too cutthroat not to. “But he does have a present.”
“A present?” I searched her face. “How old are you?” I had no interest in girls. I never had. I was many things but a rapist and molester of children weren’t one of them.
Her eyes flashed again. “His Holiness does not deal in children, and I am not for sale.”
My eyebrows disappeared into my hairline at her tone. No one not even the men in my firm would ever dare speak to me like this child was.
She was fearless. “And what is that?”
“Revenge for your mate of course.”
Now that had my attention. “Then you best take me to where your alpha is, child.”
***
The imposing white mansion loomed up ahead of us and I let out a low chuckle. Of course, the Monk lived here. It was the only white building on the street, the houses that flanked it were grand. Each one of them no doubt housing a wealthy alpha family or at least the Monks most trusted minions.
But the white one? Yeah, that was most definitely the Monks. It was flashy, garish and just screamed of him.
This was his personal residence. There could only be two reasons he would welcome us here. One he was a trusting fool or two, we wouldn’t be leaving alive.
