Chapter 7
Savannah
T hree months later
Have you ever had a conversation with someone, but you zoned out so hard that you started planning on what you were going to have for supper that night?
See, that’s me right now, but instead of thinking about supper, I’m thinking about all the things in this office I could stab this sick motherfucker with.
“You're so sexy,” he murmurs. He pitched his voice lower and tried to say the words with a growl—I think he’s trying to be seductive as he reaches up to twirl one of my curls around his finger. I would rather listen to the bone snap than hear him speak again.
Nothing about this guy does it for me. My pussy is as dry as the Sahara Desert. Not an ounce of moisture in sight, and that should say something, seeing as I’m an Omega.
Forcing a flirty smile to my face, I remind myself I’m working and that I need to stay in character. “Really? You think so?” I giggle, grossing myself out with how cringy it sounds. “You're too kind.” I bite my lower lip as I trail my blood red nails down his face, trying not to puke when he grows hard under me.
“Fuck yes,” he groans. His eyes flutter close, and I have to— again —restrain myself from stabbing him in the eyes.
This fucker isn’t fooling anyone. I took one look at him and just knew he was a pervert. I mean, I already knew that because the file Duchess gave me on this fucker was thicker than a Snicker.
Rodney Bellford is a sick bastard. He’s in his mid-forties, balding, and works as a low life lawyer—a real dirty piece of shit.
His favorite pastime is to find Omegas, drug them, rape them, and leave them in seedy motels. A few have come forward. And of course, he’s gotten off without even a slap on the wrist.
This fucker is besties with the judge who oversaw the cases and since these specific Omegas were sex workers, he dismissed the case because it’s their job and that’s what they’re paid to do.
Count your days, your honor, you’re next. Because, believe it or not, he’s also the judge who works closely with Corbin’s buddies, helping them get away with literal murder.
He’s also the one who denied my father when he took the LAPD to court, demanding they reopen my case. Therefore, playing a part in my own personal hell. Not that it would have done any good.
The cops wouldn’t have found anything. To the world, I was just another missing Omega that everyone forgot about.
But not my father.
I’ve done my research on him as well. Corbin really did ruin his life. And it breaks my heart because from what I was able to find, he spent every moment he could looking for me—never giving up.
When this is over, and I can expose who I am to the world again, I want to meet him.
Fingers crossed, I’ll remember who I was before I was taken by then.
Anyways, back to this fuckwit.
You might be wondering why I’m sitting on a creepy Alpha’s lap with his hard cock under me while he paws at me like a horny freak.
Well! I’d love to tell you.
I’m a prostitute.
Okay, well, not really.
But that's what I want him to think.
Duchess also happens to own and run an escort service. If at any time one of my potential targets calls to book a girl, Duchess sends me.
I show up and play the part, right up until it’s time to get down and dirty. Then I slit their neck, call in the clean-up crew, and slip away like nothing’s happened.
Alphas like these see Omegas as weak little things they can use and abuse. It’s what makes this so much fun, because they never see it coming.
Roddy-boy here is no different.
I wasn’t pleased that this was the address I was given. It’s filled with cameras, and I didn’t have time to get a layout of the building. If I don’t have to kill him here, I really don’t want to.
I’ve been trying to get his dumbass to bring me back to his place, but of course, he has a wife. He wants me to be his dirty little secret and wants to fuck me over his desk because he thinks it would be hot.
And yes, getting fucked over a desk sounds like something I’d very much like to do.
Just not with this guy. I’d rather fuck myself with a nail covered dildo, thank you.
“How about we get out of here?” I murmur, playing with his tie, hand twitching as I imagine wrapping it around his neck and strangling him to death. “I know a nice motel a few blocks down. It would be way more comfortable than here.”
His face drops, any fake niceness gone. “I said no.” His voice is harder than before. He sneers. “Are you too fucking stupid? Has all that bleach gone to your head? How about you stop fucking talking. It’s not what I’m paying for. I have a better use for that mouth of yours.” He gives me a slimy grin that makes me sick. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock like the whore you are.”
Oh fuck no, he did not just use his Alpha bark on me!
It doesn't work. And he notices.
“I said. Get on your fucking knees!” he barks louder.
Yeah, I’m over this shit. I’m over him. It’s time for him to die.
“You see, I don’t think so,” I purr seductively, getting off his lap. I stand, looming over him. He looks up at me, that ugly sneer still plastered on his face. He’s pissed that I’m not jumping to do as I’m told.
Won’t work on me. No Alpha will ever be able to use their bark against me again. I’ve made sure of it.
Over the past few months, both Duchess and Cobra have been working with me, teaching me how to resist an Alpha’s bark. It wasn’t easy, and they’d almost given up. Not because I wasn’t making progress, but because they hated having to use their bark on me.
Nothing they could have demanded I do would have been worse than the things I was forced to do in the past, so it really didn’t bother me. The only time I’ve gotten upset was when I wasn’t able to resist them, and that was only at first. But with lots of practice and time, I’ve grown a resistance. And now no Alpha’s bark works on me.
Nothing makes my eye twitch and sends me into a murderous rage more than when some sack of shit Alpha thinks they have the right to use their bark on me.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He grips the arm of his chair. “I gave you an order, Omega. Now do your fucking job.”
“Again, I don’t think so.” I bat my lashes at him. “I do have a better idea, though.”
Slipping my hands into my dress pocket— my dress has pockets! How fucking cool is that? —I wrap my hand around the handle of my switchblade.
“How about you–” I pull the blade out, flick it open, and place it right against my pubic bone. With my free hand, I grab the back of his head by what little bit of hair he has and jerk his head forward before finishing my sentence. “Suck my cock like the whore you are.”
The blade slips past his lips and down his throat. He lets out a gargled yelp, his body thrashing, trying to get away from me.
I laugh like a madwoman, holding his head still as I thrust my hips forward, fucking his throat with my blade. “That's it, baby. Take my cock. Choke on it. Fucking gag for me.” And I mean, he is technically gagging... “Look at you taking my cock so well. Drooling for it. I knew you were a filthy little slut.”
Joking! It’s not drool. It’s blood. A lot of it. I think with all my wild movements, I hit the artery in his neck because holy fuck there’s so much blood.
Yanking his head back, I frown. Yup, he’s dead . Shit. That was fast.
Well, it looks like my plan to take this somewhere else is a no-go. I’m going to have to call the clean-up crew and get Duchess to work her magic to wipe the cameras.
Thankfully, everyone in this building has gone home for the night, so I shouldn’t be bothered.
Leaning forward, I tilt my head to the side, trailing my blade down his jaw. “Shame my cock was too much for you to handle. Not very fun when you're forced to suck dick, is it? If it makes you feel better, I’d rather deep throat my own knife too than suck your cock. But you're such a gem, taking one for the team.” I pat his cheek, then wipe my bloody hands on his expensive designer suit.
Looking at his mangled face, I reach into my pocket to grab my phone. I’m pretty sure I’m covered in blood, but I can’t tell. Black dress for the win.
I’m about to dial Duchess when I hear a phone ring.
I pause, eyes darting over to the phone on his desk, which is lighting up. “Well, fuck,” I whisper. I stare and stare, waiting for it to stop ringing, but it doesn’t. “Give up,” I mutter. “Roddy isn’t in right now. Please leave a fucking message after the beep so I can get rid of his body.”
The phone stops ringing, and I sigh. But the relief is short-lived when the sound of someone leaving a voicemail fills the room.
“I know you're at the office!” a woman screams. “I know you're there with some whore! How dare you cheat on me!”
I raise a brow. Ohhhh someone’s pissed. Rightfully so. “Leave him, babe. You deserve better,” I tell her, even though she can’t hear me.
“Do you think I’m stupid? The office closes at five. How much work do you have to do to be gone until midnight, four nights a week?”
“Really?” I snort, asking Rodney. “How long did you think that excuse was going to work for? Stupid boy.” I shake my head.
“I know you're there,” his wife continues. “And I’m done. I’m done with your lies. We’re over. We’re done!”
“Yeah!” I shout. “You tell him, Mrs. Rodney’s wife. Dump his stupid, cheating ass.”
I love it when people see their worth, that they’re better than being treated like a joke.
“I’m coming to the office. We’re going to talk this out. This ends tonight!”
I snort. “Boy, you have no idea how true that is.” Then my face falls. “Shit, fuck. No. No, no, no!”
She’s coming here. To the office. Now?
The call ends, and I start to panic.
“Damn you, Rodney!” I shout. “This is all your fault. I wanted to go to a motel, but nooooo. You wanted to stay here. Now look where that got us.” I sigh heavily and call Duchess.
“Savvy, is everything okay?”
“Define okay?” I sigh. “I made him suck my dick. Now, he’s dead.”
“I’m sorry... what?”
“Never mind.” I wave her off. “He’s dead, and his wife is coming to the office to dump his ass. I’ve already saved her the trouble—if anything, she should thank me for saving her the time. Now she doesn’t have to lose her breath yelling at him. He’s not worth it–”
“Savannah!” Duchess urges. “What the hell is going on?”
“Right.” I start to feel more anxious as I look at his bloody face. “I need the clean-up crew here like ASAP. And I need the cameras wiped.”
She’s quiet on the other end for a moment before sighing. For a moment, I think she’s disappointed in me for fucking this up. Then she says, “Stupid wife. Now she chooses to confront him. Should have done that when he was being charged for rape,” she growls. “How bad is the scene?”
“Ahhh, bad. Blood. Everywhere.” I cringe. “He gives messy blow jobs, okay! I’m sorry.”
“I’m not sure I even wanna know.” She sighs. “Okay, here’s what I need you to do. She’s only a five-minute drive away, but the office is locked up, right?”
“Yes. I made sure to lock all the doors.”
“Okay, good. I need you to get his body down to the back alley. The crew will meet you there, collect him, and then come up to clean. Normally, I’d say leave him there and let the crew do their job, but they’re going to have to work fast because something tells me if she’s going all the way over there to confront him, she’s not going to want to leave until she sees him. That may include screaming and banging on the doors, which could lead to attention and police. The faster we do this, the better.”
“I’m sorry.” I chew on my lower lip.
“Shit happens, Savvy. You killing him in his office wouldn’t have been an issue if his wife weren’t coming. You did nothing wrong.”
“Okay.” I nod my head. “I can do this.”
“Fuck yeah, you can. You’re Savvy Banks, baby.” She laughs, and I grin. I think it’s safe to say Duchess and I are besties now. She loves me. How can she not? I’m fucking awesome.
And I have a lady boner for her. But shh, don’t tell her Omega that. It’s not in a sexual way. I just really admire the fuck out of her.
Okay, so maybe watching her kill turns me on just a little bit, too. But it’s a perfectly normal reaction to a situation like that. I shouldn't be blamed for it.
Hanging up the phone, I pocket my knife and my phone. “Alright, Roddy. Time to go for a little ride.”
Grabbing the back of the chair, I drag him out from behind his desk. Thank fuck the chair has wheels, making it easier to move him.
It’s not without any effort because I’m literally carrying dead weight, but if I pull him backwards, his legs don’t get in the way.
I make it down the hall and over to the stairwell that leads to the back of the building. We’re on the second floor, so thankfully it’s only one flight of stairs. Opening the door to the stairwell, I look down. The space is lit up by a dim light.
“How the fuck am I going to get you down there?” I mutter. I turn to Rodney. “Any ideas?” I wait, but get no answer. “No? Nothing?” I sigh. “You're no help.”
I look from him, to the stairs, and back to him. “Fuck it,” I say before pushing him.
The chair goes flying, his body tumbling with it. I watch as his body bounces around like a ping-pong ball before landing at the end of the stairs with a loud crash.
“Bonus points for saving time,” I tell myself, laughing as I rush down after him. Grabbing the chair, I use it to prop the door open before going back in and grabbing Rodney by the arms. “Alright, let's go,” I tell him, yanking on his arms and grunting when I only get him like an inch. “Are you fucking kidding me, Roddy!” I groan as I use all my energy to pull him slowly out the door. “You know, it’s rude to make a sweet little Omega like me do all the heavy lifting,” I mutter, breaking out into a sweat.
The sounds that leave me are not ladylike. I’d say they’re a mix between a pig grunting and a dying cat. Don’t judge me, you come carry a three hundred pound dead man and tell me it’s not hard.
I manage to get him into the back alley, and I feel like my lungs are screaming at me.
“Finally,” I sigh heavily, letting his arms drop to the ground with a thud. I stand up straight, brushing my hair out of my face as I catch my breath. “I think this counts as my cardio for the day.”
Turning to take in my surroundings, I look around before pausing, eyes going wide when I see four men standing at the end of the alley.
I’m too far away to see their expressions, but no one’s screaming, so that's a good sign, right?
“Hey, boys.” I put on a beaming smile, sliding to the side in an attempt to block Rodney’s body, nearly tripping over his arm. I curse, glare down at him, and kick his arm behind me before lifting my smiling face back up to the guys. “There’s nothing to see here.”