Semua Bab His Purchased Omega : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Julian doesn't wait. The moment the door of the limousine opens, Julian sprints out before Enzo can say another word. The guards all looked shocked to see the Boss' favorite omega coming out of the car in tears. But he doesn't even glance at them as he rushes inside. Julian doesn't take the elevator-- no he take the fucking long stairs, the same one he had complained made his legs hurt when he had to take it during estate maintenance. Because he needed to blow off some steam. By the time he made it to his room, his legs were throbbing, but the tears had stopped. Good, he doesn't cry. Not even the entire underground world watching him being fucked into oblivion should make him cry. Outside in the hallway, he hears the exact moment Enzo comes in. He respectfully doesn't come to see him, just barks some orders at his guards, before disappearing into his own room. Twenty minutes. That was exactly how long it took for Julian to stay in his room, before he starts ma

The hidden service space is much darker than Julian remembers, but he continues to crawl through. He can already see the emergency lights overhead, just a few more more... Behind him, he can hear the commotion. They've somehow realized that the explosions were fake, and that he is missing. He hears the door of the movie room open behind him, and his heart starts pounding even harder. Don't think. Don't stop. Just keep running. Julian's heart is pounding as he pushes the heavy metal door open and slips into the narrow passage connecting the estate to the old maintenance tunnels beneath the property. It wasn't easy getting the layout from Enzo's room under the guise of searching for something last night, but atleast he knew where exactly he was going. Julian keeps his hood low and walks as fast as he can. His palms are damp fro nerves, because he knows exactly what would happen if they caught him. Please... Just let me get out. The tunnel eventually opens behind a clust

Peter glances at the photo with obvious satisfaction before slipping his phone into his pocket. A slow smile curves across his lips. "Just a special gift for your Alpha." --- Las Vegas never sleeps. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse conference suite, the city is alive beneath Enzo. People obliviously having fun, drinking, partying, unaware that inside a fifty-foot building, dangerous men are deciding their fates. If anyone wanted the major mafia syndicates completely gone, this would be the perfect opportunity. Six mafia heads are gathered around one table somewhere on the 46th floor. There are also over three dozen guards assigned inside and outside the room, patrolling like their lives depend on it. The discussion drags on for hours: territories, shipments, alliances, business proposals. But Enzo only contributes when necessary, because his mind isn't in the meeting or on how many billion dollars they could make this year--it's still stuck in Los An

The automatic doors slide open as Enzo steps out of the private hospital. And with the instincts of someone who has faced death and betrayal so many times, he knows something is wrong. Or is about to go wrong, at least. His mind hasn't stopped replaying the doctor's words since he left his office: 'His scent is stabilizing you. Spend your full moon with him.' The anticipation makes his skin hot, already imagining having Julian in his arms again. His phone vibrates violently in his hand, cutting off his train of-- very filthy--thoughts. Marco. Three missed calls. Enzo answers the fourth one immediately. "What happened?" Marco's breathing is ragged. "Boss... there was an attack on the east gate, but it was fake. Small explosives. Just enough to pull security away from the estate." A terrible feeling settles in Enzo's chest as Marco continues. He already knows where this conversation is headed. "And Julian used the distraction to escape. He had help from Marcus, his friend

Julian stares at Peter for a few seconds as the words sink in, then he blinks. "Serve you... wait!" He tilts his head seriously, pretending to think about it. "You kidnapped me, dragged me to a private island, and locked me in this villa... just so I can clean your house?" Peter stares at him. Peter had released those videos. Julian knows he had seen and released them. The implication behind the word 'serve' was pretty obvious. Julian is obviously toying with him. But instead of getting upset, Peter just laughs. Actually laughs in that deep baritone voice that can make people's knees shake. His eyes crinkle. "You know what I meant, Julian." Julian crosses his arms. "I don't know. Rich mafia men are weird. Maybe you wanted a personal maid?" Peter shakes his head, still smiling. But Julian isn't laughing. He walks away from them, looking annoyed, muttering something about Alphas always thinking with their dicks. Peter hears it, of course he does. But he doesn't comment. Ever