Page 17 of Outlaw's Omega
“I need you to guard her. I can not go without knowing there is someone here who can protect her in my absence.”
“And where will you be?”
The slow smile that spread across my face was predatory. It wouldn’t take a genius to know what I was about to do.
What I always did when someone went against me.
Zane nodded. “You trust me to do that?”
“I trust you to want to keep your own life so yes. When she wakes the doctor is under orders to sedate her and then…”
“You want her moved from the city don’t you?”
I nodded once. “She is safest at her father’s house. I will come for her there when my business with the Monk is over.” My eyes met his. “Do I have to remind you that if anything happens to her I will kill you?”
He didn’t answer me, he didn’t have to. Zane knew what I would do to him if he failed me.
Chapter Eight
Kaelan
I crossed the river openly, and with force. I didn’t care if the Monk knew I was coming. Hell, I didn’t even care if it started a war. He had to be punished for what happened to Bree in his territory. The insult would not be ignored.
He had to know we were coming. If our roles had been reversed I would have known and I would have prepared. I would have met the attack head-on.
Not that I cared if he came to meet us or not. I wanted him to come out, so I could put a bullet in his head. Because I was out for blood.
I didn’t care who’s blood as long as it started with his and the damn doctor he had let butcher my mate.
We didn’t have long to wait, my small convoy of cars came to a roadblock, not one mile from where we had crossed into his territory.
They weren’t out in force though, there was just one singular man, arms crossed casually as he leant against the brick wall. There was none of those garish neon crosses the Monk seemed to have a taste for. We were on the very edge of his manor, he wouldn’t waste the time or the money to make these parts look rich. What would be the point? He didn’t come out to the slums himself.
My gun was out and pointed at his head before I was even out of the car. The much smaller man cowered back. He was a beta. That much was obvious and even for one of those he was small.
Did the Monk think so little of my threats that he didn’t even see fit to come out and face me himself?
It was an insult I would not let slide.
Not stopping until the gun was pressed against skin I growled my anger into his face.
“Alpha Kaelan.” The man’s voice was whiny, almost feminine. He was swallowing hard, hid Adam’s apple bobbing. The scent of urine hit my nostrils.
I took a step back to avoid the growing pool of piss that was spreading out on the cracked pavement.
The Monk hadn’t just sent a beta, he had sent a coward as well.
“Alpha Kaelan please.” There was pure terror in his voice. “There are laws. I have a message for you from his Holiness.”
The gun didn’t waver. Even with his piss puddling around my expensive shoes, I kept it pressed between his eyes. He wasn’t the first man I had made piss himself and he sure as he wouldn’t be the last.
“What is my name?”
For a moment he looked puzzled, his mouth flapping open and closed like a fish. “Outlaw.” his lips quivered.
He was about to cry I realised with disgust. Right out there in the street, with the rain making everything hazy. This man, this messenger of The Monk was going to cry.
Somehow it seemed more cowardly than urinating all over the pavement at my feet.
