10. Interlude
Interlude
Vargkung
June
“Do I have to fucking do everything around here myself?” I yelled, kicking a bag of money on the warehouse floor. “Do any of you motherfuckers want to earn your goddamn keep? Honestly, the idiocy I have witnessed over the last twenty-four hours is beyond words.”
Silver squeezed my shoulder. “I can have the problem removed.”
I smacked his hand off me. “I don’t want the problem removed. I want the problem to have to live with the consequences of his failure. I want him to sweat. I want him to be picturing a lifetime behind bars while we continue to clean up his fucking mess.”
“I thought you said we weren’t going to clean up his mess,” Luna said. “I stood right there when you said it three months ago. You told him he was on his own with this whole situation.”
“I know what I said!” I yelled. “Do I seem like someone who forgets what he says?”
“No, of course not,” she said quickly.
“Then why the fuck are you telling me what I said?” I kicked the bag again. “Get the fuck out and leave us alone,” I said to her and everyone else in the room.
I turned to Silver, the most loyal person in my organization who’d been with me from the beginning and ran one of the more lucrative sectors of our business. “I want you to talk to our girl at the hospital. Have her finish this before any of it comes back to us.”
“Sir?” he asked. “That’s risky. What if she’s exposed? Her access to goods is too great to risk. The attempted murder won’t tie back to us if we simply do nothing.”
His risk assessment was one of the reasons he sat in his position, but he was failing to recognize one key thing: This particular victim was too close to the sheriff’s department. Something that, had I known about sooner, would have caused me to suggest a different way of handling this problem.
“Just do it,” I said. “And send in the idiot.”
Silver walked out the door to my left. A moment later, the scent of tobacco hit my nostrils, and I turned to see Ryder approach with his tail between his legs.
“Do you know how to weigh your heroin?” I asked. “Because I’m pretty sure someone with as many fucking track marks as you have should know how to do that. So let me ask again. Do you. Know how. To weigh. Your drugs?”
“Yes, sir,” he said, bald head down and hands behind his back.
“Then explain why the omega is still alive.”
“There were complications.”
“Obviously, moron. Complications of what nature?” I asked. He looked up at me with wide eyes. “I’d recommend you do not lie to me, Ryder. I do not respond well to lies.”
“I should have taken a different approach. I thought his death would hurt less than breaking our bond. I was wrong and I fucked up.”
I sighed and looked him over. He was attractive when he looked terrified of me.
There was stubble on his normally smooth head that appealed to me.
He probably thought I’d kill him, and that made my cock perk up with interest. Maybe I don’t want to see him sweat right now, maybe I want to use that mouth of his for myself.
“You have very pretty lips,” I said. My dick thickened as the thrill of holding power over another alpha raced through my bloodstream. I stepped closer and pulled his bottom lip down with my thumb. “I will take care of your mess if you take care of mine.”
“What do you mean take care of?” Ryder asked.
“I will finish what you couldn’t finish yourself,” I said.
The scent of his fear filled the air around us and I leaned forward, sniffing his scent gland. “Why?” he asked, shaking as I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck.
“What do you think is going to happen if he wakes up?” I asked, squeezing the back of his neck tighter.
“He might not remember,” Ryder said, voice shaking. “He doesn’t have to die. I can still break our bond.”
I pushed him to his knees, and he landed on the floor with a thud. I released my hold on his neck and slowly undid my belt, dick throbbing at the sight of him scared and helpless before me.
“It’s too late for that. So right now, the options on the table are either you go, or he goes.” I pulled myself out of my pants and rested my leaking cock on Ryder’s lips. “You’re more useful to me alive than dead. Do you want to die, Ryder? Are you willing to die for your omega?”
“No,” he said quickly. “I’m not.”
A smile spread across my face and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Then suck my cock. This is how you thank me for cleaning up your mess. You let me fuck your mouth and swallow my load. Then you can be fucking grateful that you get to live to see another day.”
Ryder opened his mouth and took my dick to the back of his throat. He swallowed, clenching around me and I groaned at the warmth surrounding my cock.
“Good boy,” I said, pushing myself further down his throat. He gagged around me and I shuddered in pleasure. I wasn’t going to kill him—at least not today—but he could survive without oxygen for a minute or two while I took what I wanted from him.