Chapter 8
Chapter eight
Men created this monster, and now men can live with her.
Karma
Walking away from O is so freaking hard.
I was just getting started with him when Bella interrupted our time.
His cock felt amazing in my mouth, and I so wanted to trace every dark line that marked his toned body.
And that dick! Thick, lengthy, and tatted.
An absolute wet dream for me; add in the noises he made when my blade sliced through his skin, and I could have come on the spot if my pussy wasn’t such a stubborn bitch. She wanted the real thing.
He was handsome. From the moment my eyes met his on stage, I knew he was my type and would be fun to play with.
His short chocolate brown hair combined with his sun-kissed skin and sinfully green eyes made for a complete weakness of mine.
Plus, his body was made by the gods themselves.
Toned and tanned to perfection under the massive artwork that is his body.
I didn’t get to see the whole package, but what I did made me believe he is a masterpiece.
Maybe even worth seconds, but that would be breaking my own rules, and I don’t do that. You should only ever sleep with a guy once; that way they won’t get too clingy or get the wrong idea. It works for guys, and it works for me.
I don’t bother looking back at O and his equally good-looking campaign as I make my way to X’s office. I won’t be seeing him again anyways. Bella told me that it was urgent, and it must be since everyone knows not to interrupt me unless the place is burning down and I don’t see any flames.
Once at X’s office door, I don’t bother knocking.
He called for me, and here I am. “This better be good, X; I was this close to getting off.” I hold my hand up with my fingers an inch apart, showing him I meant it, but he just rolls his eyes.
Shrugging, I take a seat in front of his massive black oak desk.
I glance around, taking in the dark walls and the furnitures that adorn them.
His office screams dark and scary but also sleek and modern in an I'm a badass business mob boss way. I focus on the man next. X is dressed in his usual three-piece suit, this one a dark gray that makes his own green eyes pop. He is a good-looking man, but if rumors serve, he is interested in one of the newer girls, Layla. I’m sure I’ll get to know her at some point, but I’m never here enough to make besties with any of the girls.
But I’ve seen the way X watches her when he thinks no one is looking.
I wait the man out, knowing he has a good reason to pull me from my playroom, but like always, he has a flair for dramatics.
After a long minute of me staring at him while he stares at his phone, he finally speaks.
“I have information on the man you wanted me to look into.” He doesn’t look up from his screen for another long minute, but he knows he caught my interest. I’ve been waiting days to get more information on this prick.
I did a simple deep dive on him before I got X involved, but I’m self-taught with hacking and can only do so much.
Unfortunately, someone covered his tracks well, so I didn’t find much.
“Well, don’t keep a girl in suspense. Do tell.” I bat my lashes in his direction to add my own dramatics, but X ignores me.
“I don’t think you should go after this one, Karma.
His father is a powerful man, and I doubt if he found out his son was murdered even for just reasons he would let it go.
” This time he looks up at me. I see the concern in his eyes, but he knows why I do this.
So that no one else has to go through what I did.
My hand goes to my chest on reflex before I realize what I’m doing.
“Karma, I know things have been rough for you since Dea—"
“Don’t. I don’t need another lecture from you.
You know why the things I do are necessary.
You know how many Omegas I’ve saved and how many can now sleep at night knowing their own personal monster is gone.
I do what I do because I was them, and I didn’t make it out alive.
” I point to my chest, indicating my scar and what happened that horrible night.
X doesn’t know the full story, but he knows enough.
“These men are the scum of the earth for what they do, and if I have to risk everything, even my life, so that even one girl can feel safe at night, I will.” I’m practically yelling by the time I’m done with my rant, but I can’t help it.
Men created this monster, and now men can live with her.
“You’re right. You know I care about you, but this guy is no joke.
” He takes a deep exhale as if what he is going to say next were a heavy weight on his shoulder.
“I’m going to be honest with you, Karma.
Going after this guy might open more doors to your past than you’re ready for. ” I frown at him in confusion.
“What do you mean X?” He goes to open his mouth, but I cut him off.
“Don’t bullshit me or sugarcoat this shit.
Tell me.” He nods in understanding. I’m a big girl now, and if he has answers that could help me, he needs to tell me.
I’ve waited years to go after the Alpha men that turned me into this, but I also promised Dean that I wouldn’t.
He was fine with my hobby and just didn’t want me to go after the big fish, but Dean’s not here anymore. So, it’s time for Mama to go fishing.
“I don’t know for sure, but I believe Miguel Cruz’s father has close connections to Wesley Shaw and Dominic Moore.
” I tense at the names but refuse to show my fear and fury over the men who destroyed me.
“I haven’t found a paper trail yet, but I’ve heard rumors of dealings.
The gentlemen that were here tonight were here to broker a deal between me and Arturo Cruz.
He wants in on my connections to Mexico and Canada, no doubt to help Shaw and Moore.
I declined, of course, but the man has some major connections on his own, Karma.
” I grind my teeth at this new information.
So, the asshole I just blew and was about to possibly fuck into multiple orgasms works for the fucking enemy.
Oh, I swear the next time I see him, I’m going to stab him hard and not in the fun way.
I slam my hand down on his desk. “You were about to let me fuck that fucker. Are you serious?” He cocks an eyebrow at me in amusement, and I return his look with a glare. That fucker thinks this is funny. I haven’t had a good fuck in some time, and O’s cock was looking to end that bad luck.
“Is that really what you care about?” I shrug like it might be, but my pussy thought it was important because it feels like it’s weeping now and not in the good way.
UGH! STUPID OMEGA NEEDY GENES!!!
Maybe I need to up my suppressants?
“Back to the topic at hand. Do you have the information I need or not?” I need to focus right now, and knowing this job might give me more answers about my past only makes me want to do it even more.
Tossing a folder over to me, I snatch it up and rip it open.
Scanning the contents quickly, I cock a brow in question.
“How did you get all this information?” I have everything I need: addresses, likes, dislikes, bank accounts, everything.
I continue to flip pages as my eyes light up with excitement with every new piece of information I read.
“I know someone who likes a challenge.” He grins to himself because that’s his answer for everything.
He always knows someone. By the time I reach the last page, I’m giddy with joy.
The final page is a bank record with highlighted marks throughout.
When I read each colored mark, I notice a pattern: every Friday this fucker goes to the same club, The Vault.
A club I’m very familiar with. The giddy feeling I had a moment ago grows to a full-on thrill at the fact I’ll get to hunt soon.
I stand suddenly; papers held to my chest like X might snatch them back from me.
“Thank you, boss. I have some work to do, but I’ll check in in a few days.” I give him a wink for good measure as my mind starts to race with everything; I need to get ready for next weekend.
“Please be careful, Karma. I would hate to lose a good friend.” I don’t reply as I march my ass right out of the room and back to the lockers. I know he cares, but this is something I need to do if it can get me the answers I so desperately need.
The ones I’ve waited years for.