Runaway Omega Chapter 132 - - 132 A Beating & A Beauty

ahlene’s Point Of View

*SLAP*

"Wake up, asshole!" I yelled.

I was beyond pissed and it seed like nothing was going to make feel any better. Lyukhe was gracious enough to let use a warehouse he had near his hotel, as long as I didn’t leave a ss, and I intended to take full advantage of the space given.

I had the boys hang Danhiel upside down on a chain link pulley system, and they left the remote. It was only , Odehssa, Hollehen, and Dyahgeo, at the warehouse now, and it was ominously quiet.

"Ugh... Stop fucking hitting ... I have a damn headache no thanks to you... And why the fuck am I upside down?!" Danhiel grumbled and complained.

"Haaah... Small n are always so damn loud..." Odehssa sighed.

"I do rember telling you that I’d have you answer for your crude behavior towards my grand babies, did I not?" I asked.

"You can’t kill , so this is a waste of ti. And if you torture , my mother will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!" He spat.

He was all bark and no bite. Like a crocodile with no teeth. It was exasperating.

"That would be where you are wrong, idiot!" I said pointedly, as I backhanded him in the mouth.

"Your mother is dead. Like you, she made the grave sin of touching an Oga that did not belong to her, and his mate ended her detestable life." I cackled.

My son wasn’t an emotional man, but that seed to change when it was about his mate. I was proud of how he handled the situation, and sad that he had to experience it at all.

"W-Wait... You killed my mother!?" Danhiel asked, in wide eyed shock.

"Of course. And with her death, cos your death as well. Your little brother might inherit the family business. Let’s just hope he’s not as ignorant as his mother and big brother." I retorted.

"No! What the hell have you done!? With my mother’s death and out of the picture, the company will go to my uncle on my father’s side. You cannot imagine a worse fate! You fucking idiots! You’ll regret not taking my advi–"

"Shut the fuck up! Your voice is annoying!" Odehssa said shoving so balled up newspaper into his mouth.

"It doesn’t matter. If he cos for and mine, you’ll be having a nice family reunion in purgatory!" I said.

Odehssa began to slide a pair of tal studded brass knuckles onto her fists with a sadistic grin. She had no doubt been waiting for the mont when talking was done and over with.

"I promise to make your suffering last for days. I wonder what will co first, you dying from your wounds, or starvation?" She cackled, before swinging a deadly right punch right into his gut.

"HNGH!"

Danhiel’s muffled screams were extrely cathartic. Odehssa wasted no ti treating his abdon, stomach, and chest like a punching bag. Dishing out blow after blow, while Danhiel swung around screaming and crying.

"Hmm? Hollehen, Dyahgeo... I have a question for you..." I said.

"Yes, ma’am?" They replied in unison.

"How far are you willing to go to help torture this asshole?" I asked with a grin.

"Ah... Well, I was instructed to help you in any way that I could, so..." Hollehen replied.

"I’m pretty indifferent go it all. As long as the bastard doesn’t die too fast I’m fine with it." Dyahgeo shrugged.

Odehssa stopped her barrage of punches to grab Danhiel’s jaw in a fierce hold, smiling wide.

"What about rape and sodomy on a child rapist?" Odehssa asked, after spitting in Danhiel’s face.

The two n tensed up, sharing awkward looks between each other.

"What happens in the warehouse, stays in the warehouse." I shrugged.

They then shrugged as well, on board with our plan. anwhile Danhiel began to flail around screaming desperately.

’Ah yes... he’ll suffer for quite so ti before I’m finally satisfied...’

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Santiago’s Point Of View

’Haaah... I’m so incredibly fucked...’

I was sitting in the reclining chair next to the bed, debating on whether or not I should wake Syn up. He was insanely adorable, and a sexual monster. His two personalities were like warring opposites, I found him to be captivating and amusing to say the least.

As I sat there completely dressed and dying to climb back into bed with him, he began to slowly stretch out like a cat. Then, he began to pat the bed in the empty spot where I had been.

"Ngh... Master...? What’s wrong? Where are you going?!" Synnahn asked, waking up in a panic.

"Good Morning, love. I have to go to an important eting in a bit to guard my own master. I didn’t want to wake you, and I also didn’t want to leave without telling you first." I explained, holding my arms out to him.

He imdiately wrapped himself up in the blanket and scurried over to my arms. I placed him in my lap and kissed his temple.

"I can’t co with you?" He asked, fear and worry clouding his eyes.

"No sweetheart, you cannot. Not only will the eting be filled with Dominant and Hyper-Dominant Alphas, but I’ll be there as security and I can’t protect you and my Master at the sa ti..." I replied.

"I don’t want to be left alone..." He murmured.

"I know, and I’m sorry. But as soon as the eting is over, we can go ho. So of our people are heading back now, but I figured you wouldn’t want to go without ..." I said, giving him a hug.

"No! No way. I’m way too scared. I don’t know anyone there..." He said, gripping my shirt tightly.

"Yeah. That’s what I figured you’d say. I have no doubt that you would get along really well with my Master’s mate and his younger siblings, but I should at least introduce you first and his mate will be at this eting too..."

"You have a Master, too?" He asked, looking worried.

"Yeah, you t him before. He saved my life, when he didn’t have to, and by all accounts when he couldn’t even trust . I owe him everything, so there is nothing I will do without my Master’s permission. Until I t you, that had always been the case. I hesitate now when it involves you. I want to place you above my Master at tis, and that worries ..." I said.

"Don’t put above such a man. I’ll just call him my Master’s Master." Synnahn said with an adorable smile.

I could do nothing but laugh.

’Seriously, just how adorable can one guy be!?’

"Well I got you so clothes, and breakfast is on the table. Do you want to bathe first?" I asked.

"When do you have to leave ? I want to eat then bathe but not if we don’t have ti... I can just wait until you’re gone and stay just like this until then..."

"I have about 30 minutes. So we can eat together, then I’ll wash your hair for you." I said.

"Okay!" He bead happily

I picked him up and sat at the table that I had prepared the al at. I tried to sit him in the chair first, but he was having none of that. So we sat together in one chair, with him in my lap.

"Master, there’s so much food here! I can’t eat all of this!" He exclaid.

"Hahaha! You don’t have to eat it all. I just wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I got a little of everything." I chuckled, taking a sip of apple juice.

"But Master... I don’t even know what any of this is..." He said, staring at everything with wide open gleaming eyes.

I however, began choking on my drink imdiately. Most of it was just simple fruits and grains. I couldn’t fathom what kind of als he had eaten in that facility, and without even thinking I ignorantly asked just that.

"Seriously? Just what the hell did they feed you in there!?" I asked abruptly.

Synnahn flinched and looked down at his hands, and began to fidget.

"Well I’m not really sure what that was either... they called it either slop, gruel, or broth. It wasn’t very flavorful, and always had so kind of drug in it... So this is all very new to ..." He replied, nervously.

"Haaah... seriously, I’m going to burn that place to the ground..." I mumbled.

"Well from left to right; That’s bacon, sausage, shredded hashbrowns, pancakes, scrambled eggs, a fruit bowl, there’s strawberry or plain vanilla yogurt, and then apple or orange juice. Where would you like to start?" I asked.

"Can I sample everything?!" He asked excitedly.

"You can do whatever you want to, love."

"Yay! Thank you Master!" He exclaid.

"Haha! You’re welco." I said as I began to put a little bit of everything on his plate.

"I’ll leave the fruit and yogurt in their bowls. You can eat that last, and when you do, try dipping your fruit into the yogurts. You’ll love it." I said, as he began to scarf down the food at a blistering pace.

’That settles it then... I’m never letting him go... How could I?’