Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

TOMMY

I t kills me to leave my house, but I have to. When she perfumed, the most delicious scent of apple pie permeated the air, overpowering the scent of garbage and it threw me.

Mine.

My chemistry changed when I locked onto the little omega in front of me. It didn't matter if she was banged up and her blue hair was matted, she was the most beautiful woman in the world to me.

It didn't keep me from dumping her in the shower under a cold stream of water and bossing her around though, because she didn't acknowledge my being her scent match.

How is that possible?

I had her in my arms, she should have immediately been able to tell. Fuming and confused, I growled commands at her before striding out the door, because I do have an appointment. One that involves killing the men who tried to sell and hurt my scent match.

Now that I know, I'll do anything to keep her safe, even if it's from her damn self. I hid all the knives and weapons in the safe room so she won't be able to rush me when I get home. I may have to cuff her to a damn bed to calm her down. She should be resting after everything that happened last night, and instead she fucking pulled out her IV and attempted to run from me.

"God save me from crazy omegas," I grunt to myself as I drive to the gym. It's almost twelve-thirty, and I'm meeting with Arthur soon.

I want to speak to Jasper before Arthur arrives at the gym to see what he found out on his run with his fighters. He's effective at getting information through training, I mean fucked up torture.

Smirking as I imagine the pain they must all be in by now, I park my SUV and climb out. It's not as busy right now, since most of my fighters are still recovering from their morning run, and this place is a cover for our more nefarious activities.

The gym is a good loss leader since while our fighters pay a membership fee to train here, it's nowhere near what it should be. We do that so I have something to claim on my taxes, but the underground fights are what lines my pockets, along with the gun running.

Locking my vehicle, I nod at Jas as I see him walking toward the entrance as well. I have a few men in here who are pretending to train that are my enforcers Arthur won't pay attention to.

The idiot thinks all fighters are meat heads without two brain cells to rub together, a lesson he learned from my father.

It's something I heard often from him, even though he occasionally hosted fights because he enjoyed watching the bloodshed. Instead, I saw the passion and drive in some of the fighters I watched.

Which is why I started to frequent the underground fights more often without my father knowing. It's how I met Jasper, and how I started backing fighters and making money while waiting for the reins of the family to be handed to me.

My father died last year, but I've been the head of this Firm in Chicago for about two years before that. I guess the old guard is going to lose one more member today, because he chose the wrong omega to hurt. Maybe I should have some remorse for this, however, karma is coming for Arthur Bailey today, and I'll be its weapon.

"How much are our fighters going to hurt this afternoon?" I ask with a smirk as I open the door to the gym.

"I was an asshole," Jasper says with a chuckle. "Gabriel is a hard nut to crack, I needed him to be exhausted so his defenses would be lowered, so he'd tell me what I needed to know."

Sometimes, interrogation doesn't have to be about torture in the form of knives and cement blocks for shoes.

"Let's go back to my office then so you can tell me all about it. There's also been a development with my new house guest," I mutter as we make our way across the open space to my office.

Jasper's piercing gaze moves over the gym, and I notice that my enforcers stand taller, even using better posture and form as they work out. Jas has a way of making you want to perform better, even when you're pretending to be a fighter in training.

"So she finally woke up?" he asks as I unlock my office. Holding a finger up to quiet him, I open the door and turn on the light before stepping inside.

Jasper rolls his eyes because he knows what'll happen next, but walks inside and closes the door behind himself as I pull out my phone to scan for electrical listening devices. I don't trust anyone except for the man inside my office with me.

Once I know there's no one listening to us, I drop my phone on my desk as I sit behind it.

"She woke up," I confirm. "Cerenity was freaked out by me. Even when she confirmed that she knew who I was, she ran from me. I think a part of her thought I was working with Arthur, and another is she's scared of alphas. She fucking ripped the IV out of her arm."

"Holy shit," Jasper says, eyes wide. "I know the test said she wasn't raped, but I feel like she may have been traumatized by alphas in the past, boss. We don't know anything about her."

"I know she's my scent match," I blurt out before I can stop myself. "Cerenity smells like apple pie and mine."

Jasper's blue eyes gaze at me for a moment before he takes a deep breath.

"Fuck. Did she react in any way? Does she know?" he asks, trying to process the information.

He's also feeding into my worries as well. I don't know how I was able to rein in my need to claim and fuck her, outside of very good control, and the knowledge that she was in no condition for me to do any of that. The question is why didn't she react to me?

"Jasper, it's the damnedest thing. She's so fucking stubborn. Fought me even though she almost passed out a couple of times doing it, and then insisted on butt scooting down the stairs," I explain.

Jas snorts, rubbing the scruff on his face as he listens. "I still think there's some major trauma she's working through," he grunts. "You're a big fucker, but you wouldn't hurt her."

"Never," I promise. "I may need to handcuff her ass to my bed, but that's about it. So I'm following her down the stairs, and for some reason I called her a good girl. Fuck, if the little omega doesn't shock me by perfuming. She even looked surprised by it before she squeezed her perfect thighs together. My pupils blew wide as I smelled her and my entire body chemistry changed. Cerenity gave no indication that anything was different."

"Did you tell her you're scent matches?" Jasper asks, frowning. I know he's probably worried that I came on too strong, but he doesn't need to be.

"No, I picked her up and dropped her in the shower stall with cold water," I tell him with a wince as the asshole snorts.

"Very classy," he says with a chuckle. "So we have a development on Augustine. He is her scent match as well. Gabriel and he have been dating off and on for years apparently, and is very protective of her. Could it be possible that she doesn't know either?"

"I asked her if Augustine was her mate because she kept asking for him. There was this spark of mutiny in her eyes where she wanted to lie to me before she told me that he was her best friend. That's not the same thing at all as a scent match," I grunt. "Cerenity doesn't know who Augustine truly is to her, and he obviously hasn't told her. The question is why."

"Could he be protecting her from it?" Jasper muses. I glance at my watch with a sigh, because we're almost out of time. "The fear doesn't seem normal. Did you explain to her that you didn't give the go ahead for Arthur to hurt her? Fuck, how banged up is she if she was practically dragging herself down the stairs, Tommy?"

I don't have many friends, and I can tell that my only one is very close to punching me.

"Down, boy. I technically did give Arthur the go ahead because I didn't ask enough questions. I explained that to her," I admit. "If I hadn't been in a hurry to rush him out the door this may not have happened?—"

"And you may not be in the perfect position to get to know her either," Jasper finishes. We are shitty humans, but by God do I want to be an alpha who deserves her. Even if I have to kill all the fuckers who want to hurt her.

My vengeance for her will know no bounds, but there are too many things I don't know about her.

"This is all true, which makes things confusing," I mutter. "I told her she was staying at my house because it would keep her safe, but she had all of these questions, and she's strong as fuck, even with the injuries. No, I didn't hurt her anymore than she was. I just don't know what to do with someone so tiny."

"You're a Neanderthal," he says with a snicker.

"That's what she called me," I whine. "I threw her over my shoulder and she almost puked on me. I'm shit at taking care of someone by the way."

"She's still alive," Jasper teases me. "Cerenity will survive, and you can spoil the shit out of her once we figure some stuff out."

Nodding, another question comes to mind. "Do you think she's taking something to make her immune to alpha pheromones?" I ask. "Bluebell didn't blink at my scent once, she just kept looking for an exit."

"Bluebell, huh?" Jasper shakes his head as his lips twitch. Fucker is finding this hysterical. I'm not the one who dove into a dumpster for the little omega though.

"Yeah, yeah. Focus, asshole," I mutter.

"Fine, fine," he agrees. "Wren's guys deal in alpha scent blockers. It's a very strong nasal spray that works for days. If she's been using it consistently, it may be built up in her system so there's no real way to know when it'll be gone."

"Fuck. Those things aren't meant to be used every day," I grunt. "How long do you think?—"

A bang on my office door cuts me off, making me snarl. There are very few people who knock like that, which tells me it's Arthur. Cocky fucker.

"Yeah! Come in," I yell, nodding at Jasper to unlock the door with a look.

Arthur stumbles in after fiddling with the door knob, scowling as he looks down at it as if it offended him.

"I think it's stuck," the alpha mutters. Jasper holds back a chuckle as he starts to stand against the wall furthest from Arthur. "You wanted to see me, Tommy?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to hear about your night," I tell him with a jovial smile I don't mean. "Go ahead and close the door so we can talk. I heard there was a pretty bad hit and run in Minneapolis. Wasn't that where the club you were at was?"

"Uh, yeah," he mutters, shifting uncomfortably on his feet as he shuts the door. "Stupid bitch had it coming."

Fuck, he must still be high or something if he gave that up so easily.

"Bitch?" I ask innocently. "Care to explain?"

"I mean," Arthur says, wincing. As he lifts his gaze to look at me, I can see how red his eyes are.

"That must have been some night. Are you still pretty blitzed right now?" I ask compassionately.

"Yeah, kind of. It was just a ram and slam," he explains. "We picked her up, fucked her up, and then dumped her."

Jasper makes a sound before he cuts it off, and I realize he's growling. Yeah, I feel the exact same way right now.

"Where's the rest of your crew?" I ask. "Are they all sleeping it off?"

Arthur rattles off a few names I know to be his men, and I purposely don't glance at Jasper, knowing that he's texting David. By tomorrow, those men will be dead as well. The world doesn't need this kind of trash walking the streets. I should have done this a long time ago.

It's a shame I needed the push of finding my half dead scent match for it to happen.

"Is there anything else I'll need to clean up with our friends in Minneapolis?" I ask him, still calm and collected on the outside, despite the rage happening inside of me. It's a Goddamn inferno, threatening to swallow Arthur whole.

"No, Sir. I came all the way to Chicago before I tried to sell her," he says proudly before his eyes grow wide. "I mean, fuck, I really shouldn't have done blow before coming here. Tommy, you know that I don't traffic girls anymore, right? Ever since…"

"Yeah, I think I've heard enough," I growl, standing. "Kneel for me you dumb son of a bitch and stay down."

My alpha bark is stronger than Arthur, and he groans as he drops to his knees for me. Jasper pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket, moving over to gag him in perfect sync as if we do this all the time. Do we? Fuck no, I have other people for this, but we are both of the same mind that Arthur needs to die.

Pulling out the rope I keep in my desk, I grin savagely as I walk over to him. Jasper steps away as my arm swings out and I hit Arthur across the face and shoulders repeatedly with the corded rope.

Taking a calming breath, I know this is just the beginning as I slowly unravel the coil of rope. Jasper takes it from me to hogtie Arthur's arms and legs together, so we can easily pick him up.

"We're going to take a little drive," I grunt, my voice low and deceptively calm. "You ran into my scent match's car, hurt her, violated her, and tried to fucking sell her. Did I miss anything else I need to know about before I kill you for touching Cerenity Quinn?"

Arthur's eyes grow wide before Jasper shoves his face to the carpet to finish tying his hands and feet tightly together. He's just now realizing he walked right into a trap, and it's too fucking late to do anything about it.

Someone knocks on the door just after, making me smirk because this has all been planned out behind the scenes. It's a fucking masterpiece.

"Yeah, you ready?" I ask, reaching out to open the door.

"Yeah, my truck is parked next to the back alley. It's set up for back roads. I have knives, brands, blow torches and other shit in the extended cab, so you can have some fun before you get to Freyers' Farm," David says with a smirk, his eyes barely glancing at Arthur.

Everyone but the alpha at my feet knows what's about to happen.

"Thanks. We'll head out now," I murmur. I have my guns in strategic places along my body just in case I decide on using Arthur for target practice at some point. I'm planning to enjoy killing him slowly.

Jasper and I reach down together to pick Arthur up by the rope he's tied with, carrying him out into the hallway.

"Oops, I really should lock up," I murmur with a nod at Jasper, dropping Arthur like the sack of shit that he is as I lock my office door.

David snickers as he watches me. "You're going to have fun with him, I see. Here are the keys to my truck. Do you need anything else?" he asks.

Thinking, I shake my head as I pocket them. "Just close up for the day? No one expects us to be open today," I explain.

"Got it, boss. Have fun," David says, waving as he walks away. "Let's pack it up, folks! We all have places to be."

His words ring true as I ignore Arthur's muffled curses and grunts as Jas and I pick up the rope again. David and the enforcers are gathering up all the men who hurt Cerenity before torturing them and killing them execution style. The pigs outside of Chicago will be eating like kings today.

We maintain friendly relationships with a few farms that look the other way and are well positioned to enjoy mafia ties. The Freyers have been working with my family for generations, all the way back to my great-grandfather. They only take their orders from me, so I never have to worry about who they're loyal to.

Pig feed is expensive, and they eat well when we come by. It's a symbiotic arrangement.

Arthur let himself go over the years, the drugs making his skin sallow and unhealthy. He's still a big alpha though, tall enough to tower over people, so Jasper and I shuffle together down the hallway with his unwieldy weight between us. Sighing as we push out into the alley, my nose wrinkles at the scent of garbage.

I'll be happy for the day they empty the dumpsters.

"You were going to let my girl be eaten by rats, you fucking worthless bastard," I growl. Just because it's new, doesn't mean I'm not possessive as hell.

Her poor face is bruised, and I've never been someone who enjoys letting others hurt women. Vibrating with anger, the short walk to the truck goes by quickly, and Jasper drops the tailgate.

Smirking at him, I drop my side of the rope so Arthur's face crashes to the asphalt.

"Think we can swing his big ass into the truck bed?" I ask with a chuckle. Jasper shrugs, dropping the rope to grab Arthur's feet. "Fuck yeah, let's do it."

Grabbing his shoulders, since his arms are tied behind his back, I start to count as Jasper and I begin to swing Arthur's body.

"One… two… three, go!" I yell. Jasper and I hoot and holler as the alpha goes flying into the bed of the truck.

It's not at all as graceful as I imagined it would be, since his head hits the wheel tub hard, and his now compressed body rolls around the floor as Arthur yells. Jasper climbs up into the bed to secure the alpha to the floor, by hooking the rope around different hooks David has placed there.

My right hand is a bit of a psychopath, but it makes him really good at his job too.

David is loyal, and never blinks twice when I ask him to do something.

"We have a drive ahead of us, so don't get too comfortable," Jasper says, pulling a knife from his boot and driving it hard into Arthur's shoulder with a grunt.

The alpha screams as Jasper and I roll our eyes, and Jasper removes the knife before systematically stabbing him in non lethal places.

"Now we can go," Jasper mutters, getting down from the truck and closing the tailgate.

Yep, we are definitely going to have a good time as we drive out to the farm. It's too bad I can't say the same for Arthur.

JASPER

Arthur Bailey is a whiny bitch, and a poor excuse for a made man. His highly polished shoes can't grip the floor of the truck bed as he rolls from side to side, as Tommy takes his turns like a NASCAR driver. Granted, Arthur can't go far because I tied him so well to the various hitches David has installed in the truck bed.

This is definitely a hauling truck, just not for what people usually would expect.

"Mother fucker!" Arthur screams, or I think that's what it would be if he didn't currently have a gag worked deep into his mouth.

"He's begging to be stabbed again," I say conversationally to Tommy. The back window is cracked open so I can hear our captive screaming. Thankfully, we're leaving the city into wide open stretches of back roads, so there's no one to give a shit.

"Eh, burn him instead. I'm about to let him loose to stretch his legs in a bit, so we can use him as target practice," Tommy says with a cruel smile. There are heavy chains in the back seat to attach to Arthur's legs so he can't go far.

Smirking, I pull out the blow torch and set his clothes on fire, enjoying his panicked screams as he tries to get it to go out. Then, I stab him, pushing it deep into his side, making sure not to hit anything vital, while still making sure that it'll hurt.

Tommy slows down as he pulls to the side of the road, and I grin as I grab the chains. There's nothing but miles of open farmland and backroad here. Humming, I climb out of the truck to walk to drop the tailgate.

"Hey you rapist wanna-be," I say cheerfully as I unlatch the little door.

Climbing in, I pull my knife and stab Arthur in the upper thigh, choosing to leave the weapon there for now, since I'm going to leave his arms tightly tied at his back.

"Here's how this is going to go," I tell him as I begin to release his legs. "We're going to let you go…"

Arthur is yelling unintelligibly, making Tommy snort in derision. The old man is holding strong and hasn't pissed himself yet, though I'm sure that'll change soon. He's always thought Tommy was too soft, because he's never seen how ruthless he truly is. All of that will change today.

Too bad he won't survive the aftermath.

"So sorry, old man. Can't seem to be able to hear you," I say, fastening the heavy chains around his ankles. They'll keep him from being able to run quickly, because it's a short length between his legs, but it'll make him think he'll be able to survive. His clothes are in tatters, his old man balls are saggy as well. Gross.

"Off you go."

I untie him from the bed of the truck before pulling off the gag and rolling him out of the truck. Arthur screams as he gets a little air underneath him as he flies off, making me snicker. I live for this shit, I just don't get to enjoy the adrenaline rush much.

Here and there, Tommy will bring me in to help him torture the shit out of someone, but I don't specialize in information extraction, so they tend to die too quickly.

"You really should be more careful about running your mouth, Arthur," my boss and best friend grunts as he picks up a cigar and lights it and takes a small puff to get it going. "I need to make sure I visit the owner of the auction house you tried to sell my girl at. What was her name again?"

"Fuck you, asshole," Arthur says as he scrambles on the ground, spitting at Tommy. His spittle lands back on him, making him more angry, and earning a kick in the face from Tommy. My best friend presses the cigar into Arthur's face, making him scream as it burns him.

Rolling my eyes, I reach into the truck from my vantage point in the back, pulling out a baton with an electric prong on it and a few other odds and ends. Hitting the button, I grin as it sparks.

Could we torture him in a darkened room, absolutely. However, I love the rush of chasing down an asshole who chose to hurt someone that's innocent.

I don't even know Cerenity Quinn well, but even I can say she didn't deserve to be treated the way she did. Tossing the baton to Tommy, I sit back and relax against the side of the truck, content to let the boss man shine.

"Get up, Arthur," Tommy snarls, turning on the electrical baton, shoving it into the alpha's side. It's on a low voltage, but he still gasps as he shudders and flops around. It takes a few tries before Arthur can get up on his feet, and I blow him a kiss when he glances over at me.

Arthur is extremely homophobic, which is silly in a world where you can't help who you are biologically pulled toward. It really chapped my ass when Gabriel accused me of being the same as Arthur, though I guess I was being pretty shady with my questions. My sister's pack is over the top on their affection, but it doesn't bother me in the least. I'm simply happy that Wren is happy and safe.

She deserves all good things.

"In honor of how long you've been with the family, I'm going to offer you a deal," Tommy says slowly. Arthur snarls and mutters obscenities under his breath, annoying me. It's fine, I have a lot of knives and guns hidden all over me, and I found some throwing stars to soften the asshole up.

"If you can outrun the truck, I'll let you go."

Arthur lifts his legs that are heavily hindered by the chains as he scoffs. "Are you fucking kidding me? I'm a sitting duck right now!"

Tired of his voice already, I purse my lips as I close one eye to offer myself a bit more of a challenge before I throw one of the sharp stars at Arthur's face. Tommy grins as it sinks perfectly into his cheek and Arthur screams.

"The longer you complain, the more you piss me off," I say. "I have a lot of shit to throw at you. Or I can just shoot you execution style."

Pulling out my gun, I shrug as if I don't care either way.

"No, no. A chance is a chance," Arthur whines. No one would believe this is the same alpha that scares the shit out of business owners in Chicago simply because of his reputation. How the mighty fall.

"Perfect. Looking forward to seeing my truck's skid marks on all of that pasty ass skin," Tommy says as he turns his back on him to get into the vehicle.

"Wait, what? Seriously?!" Arthur screams as Tommy turns on the car.

"Run," I say simply, opening the duffel bag filled with shit. My boss squeals the tires while it's in park, making Arthur yelp and turn around to start running. "I hope he pisses himself."

Tommy chortles as he puts the truck into drive, doing a U-turn before he begins to chase the pissant. Standing, I pick up the potatoes and tomatoes that David packed for me. I make sure to brace myself, so that I don't get thrown out the truck before I begin to heckle Arthur as I throw food at him.

"Hey, limp dick! Is that waddle the best you can do?" I ask him.

"Fuck off! This isn't fair!" Arthur screams back as he struggles.

Rolling my eyes, I pull another throwing star and start mixing it up. A star here, a tomato at the fucker's head there. The screams hit differently depending on what I'm throwing at him.

"You're sick! Stop!" Arthur screams as Tommy revs the engine and pretends to hit him until his foot presses firmly on the gas and slams into the alpha.

Arthur flies through the air as my jaw drops in surprise.

"Oops," Tommy mutters, making me snicker. This man has perfect control, so I know it was on purpose. Pulling my gun out of one of the many holsters where I'm hiding weapons, I don't bother to put on the silencer. We're far enough out of the city that the cows won't care if I shoot my gun, and the neighbors are used to it.

Aiming as Tommy stops the vehicle a couple of feet from the groaning alpha, I grin as I shoot at the ground near Arthur's foot. He screams like a baby, scrambling up as he takes off running. The chains don't seem to be as much of a hindrance as he skip-runs, making me chuckle as Tommy guns the engine and races after him.

"Run you fucker!" Tommy yells as I take care to shoot the ground around Arthur. Probably a little immature, but his yelps make me happy.

"You have your little whore! Why are you chasing me? Just kill me if you're gonna do it," he complains as he huffs as he runs.

Rolling my eyes, I wish there were smaller grenades that I could use that would only do damage to the person I'm throwing them at. I guess I need to find someone to make me some for my next chase.

Fuck if I want this to be my only one. I'm sure there will be other assholes who need to be punished.

My eyes narrow as I watch as Arthur tries to run into a field while naked except his shoes, shaking my head. Tommy may have lied about letting him go, but I don't want to risk it. So, I calmly shoot him in the kneecap from my perfect vantage spot in the bed of the truck.

Jumping out of the vehicle, I decide he hasn't been run over enough. Cerenity was definitely more banged up than this, or maybe I'm just telling myself this.

Pulling Arthur by one leg back into the road, I roll my eyes as I see the growing wet spot on the ground. As I flip him onto his back, a full stream of urine flies through the air, making me curse. Dickhead.

"Now you're going to piss yourself?" I ask as I push him into the road with my foot. Arthur tries to wiggle away, looking like a psycho worm as I snicker. "Run him over again, Tommy, and then we'll take him to the farm. I'm sure the pigs are getting hungry."

Arthur freaks out, somehow getting onto his feet as he limps and almost falls over as Tommy guns the truck and hits him again. The alpha flies forward, as my best friend does his best to make him roadkill.

Tommy and I grin as he gets out of the truck to join me and we walk over to the trampled alpha.

"There's some life to the old bastard," he murmurs. "May as well load him into the truck. Think his legs are broken yet?"

One of them definitely is arched in an unnatural angle, but the other one is too perfect.

"Not yet," I grunt, walking over to snag two metal bats. "Let's fix that, boss."

Together, we smash Arthur's legs, though we get a few good hits on the rest of his body and head as well. However, I make sure we stop while he's still conscious, throwing him into the bed of the truck before I join him there. While he's too fucked up to move much, I don't want to take any chances.

"Onward we go," I yell, teasing Tommy as he drives to the ranch. He just rolls his eyes as he goes.

Ironically, we're only fifteen minutes away, and arrive quickly. Arthur keeps mumbling and begging me to leave him be, but I shake my head.

"How many times did Cerenity beg you to let her go? Did she scream when you bit her? I don't even know all the details, but I saw some of the damage, you sick fuck," I snarl. "You're no better than a feral animal, which is why we're going to put you down."

As Tommy pulls up to the pig pen, he puts the truck into park and gets out.

"Last stop for you," he says, a gleeful expression in his eyes, even as he doesn't smile. I know he's going to enjoy this. "Tell me about how you hurt her, Arthur, and I'll put a bullet in your eyes before I throw you into the pen."

Arthur whimpers as he sits up with difficulty, his body broken. "You mean it?" he asks, tears streaming down his face along with snot.

Tommy shrugs as he opens the tailgate. "Sure, I love a good story time. Be sure not to leave anything out."

Swallowing hard, the alpha spills his guts about how he kidnapped Cerenity from the road, threw her into a panel truck, and continually hurt her. They wanted to rape her, but she put up too much of a fight despite the concussion she obviously had.

"I came all over her, and that had to be enough, because we were just arriving at Clara's auction house," Arthur explains. I file the woman's name away to pay her a visit with Tommy. I want to find out more about her.

"What happened then?" Tommy asks. It's as if Arthur's forgotten all about me. There's a knife still in the alpha's leg, which makes me smirk. The man is a fucking mess.

"She said she wouldn't take her because the girl was too fucked up," he grumbles. "Serves us right for taking her for a test drive."

"Anything else?" Tommy asks, looking disgusted. My own stomach rolls in anger at the knowledge of what they did to the little omega. No wonder she was so out of it.

"No, Sir. Will you make it quick?" Arthur asks hopefully.

Tommy snorts as he shakes his head, grabbing Arthur's legs and pulling him out of the bed of the truck. Following, I smirk as I jump down to help wrangle the screaming excuse of an alpha.

Shaking my head, I remove the various weapons embedded in his body before pocketing them to clean later.

"Here, piggies," I call out as his body goes sailing into the pen. "There should be enough blood to draw you out by now. I made sure the knives and stars hurt coming out."

Tommy throws his arm over my shoulders as we watch the stampede of pigs come out.

"A bloody, gruesome death for our girl, not that she'll ever find out about this," he says. Arthur doesn't last long as the pigs go for his face, throat, and stomach first. His screams of pain fill the air, making me bare my teeth.

"We don't know if she's ours yet," I grunt, though I am wondering. I remember feeling a pull toward her in her club a few months ago at the fundraiser for The Omega's Haven. She was too far away at the time for me to be able to figure out why I felt the way I did, and then I got distracted by my own duties.

"Well, once Arthur is nothing more than bones for the pigs to gnaw on, we'll head back to my house to know for sure. I think it's time for us to have a long due conversation as well," Tommy murmurs. "She's barely been in my house for a few hours, but will be climbing the walls soon."

"Did you hide all the knives?" I ask with a sigh as I watch the pigs enjoy their meal. "I don't feel like being stabbed today."

"All the knives and any weapons," he snickers. "Our scent match is feisty."

There's that word again. ‘Our'. Fuck, I hope she is more than anything. I want to get to know her, but there's also the issue of Augustine and Gabriel.

One step at a time. Kidnapping isn't even the worst of my sins.