CHAPTER 2

Landon

“This is the place?“ I ask my secretary, Timothee, as I stare at the sex club across the parking space where my car is parked.

“Yes, sir,” Timothee answers earnestly. “This club is very famous for having the most beautiful omegas that came from different cities, making it one of the alphas’—especially the dominant ones’—favorite places to go to if they want to be with an omega. One of the many reasons, aside from beautiful omegas, why many alphas frequent this club is for its privacy and its capability to hide their clients' information.“

I raise my brows as I shift my gaze from the club to Timothee, who is sitting next to me.

“I know that it's not what you are expecting,” Timothee says right away, already knowing what I was thinking, “but this is the only club in Corvalis that is known to be very careful and caring with their omegas, making sure that each and every omega is well taken care of physically and sexually, which means they don't let their omegas be hurt and get abused by their clients. They also make sure that all of their omegas are taking their full body check-up every month, making sure that all of them are clean. And although you did not include that in the criteria of what I should be looking for in an omega, I am shamelessly deciding to add that in the requirements because I don't want my boss to end up getting sexual diseases from a sex worker.“

I want to tell Timothée that me getting a sexual disease will be highly impossible because I am not dumb, and I am surely planning to make sure that whoever we end up choosing tonight will need to undergo an STD test even if I did not put it on the list of requirements needed to be my fake fiancée. But after a quick thought and realizing that he is only doing his job and that I should be thankful instead that he is making an extra effort for me, I choose not to chastise him anymore and just avert my gaze before I go on to ask another question.

“And how sure are you that those omegas are for sale?“

I am not in this kind of business, and I never will be, but I am knowledgeable enough to know that most of the people that are handling these kinds of clubs do not sell their omegas. What they want is long-term profitability, and clearly, selling their omegas won't make them achieve that.

I twitch in disgust with my own question and thoughts. Talking about omegas being sold and about buying them is something that will never sit right with me. But no matter how much I find that to be so repulsive, it is still the reality. It is still happening. Omegas are still seen and being treated as nothing but objects, not humans.

“Based on what I have gathered, there has never been news yet that an omega from this club has been sold. But just because it has never happened does not mean it cannot happen. I am sure we can do something to make it happen. Like, offer them millions? Surely they can't say 'no' to that.“

“We still can't be sure with that,” I say as I take my gaze back to the club, which is now swarmed with so many people that I can tell are alphas. I did not even need to take a closer look at their faces. Their pheromones are enough for me to know that they are all alphas.

“Nah. Who can say no to money? Especially those people that are doing businesses like this?“

“There's only one way to find out, then. Let's go and get this over with.“

Timothee only nodded as a response before he put on his mask and then quickly moved to get out of the car. Fredo did the same thing, opening the door for me, my mask to conceal my identity already put on my face, to get out as well.

“Are you sure you two will be fine by yourselves?" Fredo asks; worry and also alertness are very clear in his voice.

“We'll be fine,” I tell him with a single tap on his shoulder before making my way to the club, following Timothee.

People are staring at us. Most of them have baffled looks on their faces, while some of them look curious. I can also hear a few laughing while giving me a stinky look. I paid them no attention, though. I just continue to follow Timothee, who had a few conversations with the bouncer, probably to let them be aware of our presence. After Timothee's conversation with the bouncer, we were then escorted inside.

The whole club is full. It is loud, messy, chaotic, and dirty. And fuck, the smell is outrageous. Different smells and pheromones are permeating the entire club, and it almost made me puke.

Fuck! I hope this will be the last time that I will set foot in this place.

I tugged Timothee's jacket, then pulled him so that he could be close enough for him to hear me.

“Tell that guy to walk faster,” I tell him through gritted teeth.

Timothee just nodded again as a response before he talked to the guy that is leading us, who answered Timothee, but I could not hear him. But with the way our steps have doubled, it seems that he listened to Timothee.

The guy led us to a stair that is leading to the second floor of the club. I just reach the second floor when a woman suddenly bumps into me, causing me to almost lose my balance. Thankfully, I am quick enough to hold on to the railing, saving me and the woman from falling down to the first floor of the club.

My eyes went down to look at the woman, whose face is plastered to my chest due to her colliding with me.

“Are you alright?“ I ask her.

Hearing my question, the woman quickly raises her head. And when our gazes meet, her eyes immediately widen. Then she quickly takes a step away from me, acting as if she got burned by me. And that made me raise one of my brows.

“I'm sorry,” she said, her voice panicky.

I am about to speak and tell her that she should be careful next time, but before I can even open my eyes, someone has already grabbed the woman by her arm, causing the woman to shriek in surprise.

My eyes immediately turn to the man, who is holding the woman tightly by the arm; I'm sure it will leave a bruise.

I unconsciously growl. I hate seeing things like this. I hate seeing violence.

I am ready to speak again and call out the bastard holding the woman when another man, who comes from the same place that the bastard comes from, appears and calls my name.

“Landon Ford. I have been waiting for you.“

My eyes zero in on the imposing man. And without even thinking too hard, I immediately recognize who the man is.

It is no other than Victor, the mafia boss of one of the biggest mafia syndicates in the city of Corvalis, the owner of this club, and the man who I need to talk in order to make the first step of my plan to be successful, which is to find an omega that will pose as my fiancée.