Chapter 4 : Owned and Used

Julian huddles in the back booth of a dingy diner in the market square. His friend, Marcus, a Beta who works as a waiter in a care, slides a coffee across the table.

"You look like hell, Jules. That ankle's twice the size it should be. What the fuck happened?"

Julian keeps his hood up, hiding the hickey--more like bite mark-- on his neck, fingers tracing the silver necklace hidden beneath his shirt.

"Bad deal. I ran. Won't stay long. They might already be looking for me." He doesn't mention Enzo's name, he can't put Marcus in danger like that. Marcus is the only person who's ever looked out for him after his mother died.

The beta frowns, but doesn't ask more questions. "Then stay at my place tonight. We'll figure something out-"

The diner door slams open before he can even finish. And three large men in dark suits storm in, eyes locking on the booth.

Julian almost breaks down in tears.

Enzo's men. How the hell did they track him down here? This place's hidden. Did that bastard have him followed?

Marcus already takes a fighting stance, trying to block them like he can't see the huge biceps on their arms. it's almost comical.

"Just run! Go!" Julian hisses at him, but it's too late. One man grabs Marcus by the collar and slams a fist into his gut. Marcus doubles over with a grunt, coughing blood. Another punch lands across his jaw, splitting his lip. Blood sprays onto the floor.

"Stay out of this, Beta," th man snarls. "This Omega belongs to someone else now."

Marcus tries to swing back but takes a knee to the ribs and collapses, wheezing. Julian tries to help help, but rough hands seize him, yanking him out of the booth.

His swollen ankle flares in pain as they drag him toward the exit. Nobody else dares to interrupt, the few diners stare but look away quickly--nobody interferes with things like these in Los Angeles.

"Get off me!" Julian shouts, struggling as they exit, but his efforts are useless. A cloth presses over his mouth. His vision grows blurry as they shove him into the back of a black SUV.

Marcus groans in pain and tried runs out after them, but he doesn't make it on time. Before he reaches the entrance, the SUV is already pulling away.

Julian in the car tries to fight the drug, but it still pulls him under, his body going limp in the man's hold.

When he wakes, his skin is pressed against soft, expensive sheets. He is inside a huge mansion in a neighborhood he isn't familiar with--floor to ceiling windows and a million dollar view. .

The entire place screams luxury and wealth.

His hands are zip-tied behind his back. Two men stand guard as the doors open and Enzo enters the room wearing simple clothes-- a pair of sweats, and a black tight t-shirt that drags across his chest, tattooed hands exposed.

Julian meets his eyes, wondering again how somehow this attractive could be this cruel.

In his right hand there is an expensive looking gold pistol, and his expression is completely smug He stops just inches from Julian, tilting the Omega's chin up with the barrel of the gun. The metal is cold against his skin.

"You ran away from me," Enzo says, voice low and surprisingly calm. "Knowing you're my property. I bought you fair and square. Your father sold you. Then you let me fuck that tight hole raw, knot you, and still thought you could disappear? That I wouldn't find you!?"

Julian trembles, eyes wide on the gun. "Please… I didn't ask for any of this. Just let me go. I won't tell anyone."

"Tell anyone? you think I'm scared?" Enzo's scoffs almost gently, but his eyes still burn with possession.

Julian swallows hard.

He presses the gun harder under Julian's jaw, forcing his head back. "I know I like it when you beg, but I can't oblige to letting you go, even if you sound so pretty like that." His silver eyes darken with intent. "You belong to me now. Your scent quiets my rage. Your body takes my knot like it was made for it. Running only makes me want to break you harder."

Julian holds his breath in fear. Who the fuck compliments somebody with a gun against their head!? "Then what can I do to make this right?" Julian mutters quietly.

"Make things right?" Enzo sets the gun aside but doesn't step back. He lowers his sweatpants slowly, eyes locked on Julian, freeing his thick cock, already hard and leaking just from being this close to the him.

"Then open your mouth. Show me how sorry you are."

Julian stares at the hard, big cock in front of him, and swallows hard. How on earth is that thing going to fit in his mouth!? .

"I'm not doing it." he mumbles. "I-I can't."

Before he finishes the last word, Enzo grips his jaw impatiently. "You're no longer trying to make things right then? No?"

He grips Julian's hair, pushing the head of his cock past his lips, desperate to feel the heat of the Omega again.

Julian chokes as Enzo thrusts deep, filling his mouth. The taste fills his mouth; salty, musky.

Enzo throws his head back in a silent groan, fucking into his mouth with slow deep thrusts.

Julian hates the way his body responds. Hates that somehow, all the fight seems to dissipate once he has Enzo's cock in him. Cock twitching in his jeans despite himself.

"Oh, God," the mafia moans, eyes half-lidded. "Even your mouth feels so good." He hits the back of Julian's throat repeatedly, ignoring the gag reflex or the messy drools that drip onto the marble tiles.

Julian struggles for air with every deep thrust. His own body reacts shamefully--ever since his night with Enzo yesterday, he can smell himself faintly.

Enzo notices and laughs darkly. "Look at you. You're turned on already? Just from sucking my cock?"

The thrusts grow faster, grip tightening, using his hair like reins, abs flexing as he chases release, already so close to the edge.

And with a low moan, he buries himself to the hilt and comes, flooding Julian's throat with thick ropes of cum.

Julian swallows convulsively, throat surprisingly working to accommodate every drop, though small spill down his chin.

Enzo holds him in place until the last drop, then pulls out slowly, smearing the mess across Julian's swollen lips.

"You belong to me now, Julian Reid" Enzo declares, voice rough with satisfaction. He tucks himself away and crouches, wiping a thumb across Julian's sweat stained temple. "To use whenever the rut hits. To fuck until you forget your own name. To keep until your scent calms every storm in my blood."

He pats his cheek. "Try running again and I won't be so gentle."

Julian coughs, chest heaving, cum and spit coating his tongue. The room feels like a luxurious cage, the city lights below mocking his lost freedom.

Enzo rises, signaling the guards. "Clean him up. Make sure he has everything he needs, I need my toy strong enough to survive what's coming."

And as they drag Julian away, legs weak and throat raw. His eyes meet Enzo's one last time. He shudders from the dark hunger in the Alpha's eyes.

In that moment, he finally understands a terrible truth: there is no escaping Enzo Moretti.

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Somewhere far, inside another high-rise building overlooking the city, a man lowers the whiskey glass in his hand as the report reaches him.

"Enzo Moretti has finally kept an Omega?" he repeats with a dark chuckle.

His assistant looks down.

He hums, taking another sip of the gold liquid."Interesting. Very interesting."