Epilogue

Bronson

The other owners were out for the night. Talon and Alex’s omegas had suggested a double date and they’d complied. The others were somewhere else.

Whipped, they were. I envied them.

“Another whiskey sour?” Samuel asked, already picking up the whiskey bottle.

“No,” I said, covering my glass with my hand. “Just one for tonight. Thank you.”

“Boss,” one of the bouncers said, coming up behind me. I hated when people came up behind me. Reminded me of my past. A trickle of fear made its way down my spine.

I growled, “What?” I stood and turned around, shoving my back against the bar—where it was safe.

“There’s something you should see.”

Pushing off the bar, I followed Rath through the club and to the back exit. He unlocked it and we walked out. Usually this was where the owners exited the building. Talon had his own exit from the back of his office, but the rest of us used this door.

“Well?” I barked. “What is it?”

“He’s over here.”

He?

We walked around one of the dumpsters and in between them was a crumpled man. An omega. One that looked worse for the wear.

“Let’s get him out.”

Rath and I pulled the body out gently. I pushed my fingers to the omega’s throat. “He’s alive but barely. Call an ambulance.”

Rath pulled out his phone and paced while he talked to the operator.

The omega’s hand slapped mine several times.

I leaned down. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Who did this to you?”

“Please. Just let me die. It’s better this way. Let me fucking die.”

Not on my watch.

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