Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
“Don’t you dare talk about my sister mutt.” Cyrus half growls at Damon.
“You don’t have a damn sister!” I interject. Rubbing my temples already feeling my evening Cyrus headache start.
“We don’t know that!” Cyrus yells as he points his finger at Damon aggressively.
Point made. Sad but also a valid point. His mom was….well…she had a lot of boyfriends. It is possible he has siblings out there she gave away, but I doubt it.
“You can’t get mad about me lapping up your invisible sister.”
“Can and will.” Cyrus shifts in his chair, turning away from Damon like that move concludes the argument.
Leave My Sister Alone
“Enough.” I conclude the arguments. I am Alpha after all.
“Damon will run surveillance. Become a regular then dig deeper. Hide your pack mark just in case and take one member of your team you. Have whoever you take pretend to be your guard or something.”
“Won’t it be suspicious that I’m not partaking in the clientele?’ Damon has a point.
“Who says you can’t?” Cyrus interrupts, scoffing.
“I’m not paying for hookers Cyrus.” I don’t know why I bother. Can he even step up and take over the pack if I take my role? I guess he doesn’t have a reason to buy hookers and hasn’t ever needed to.
“Damon use the night to think up a cover. Tap into Tyler as a resource if needed. I trust that you will pull it off. I will get you a room and see about leasing something flashy from Larry.” I visibly see Cyrus shudder, no doubt thinking of Rhonda.
“Do we have anything of significance from Kian’s apartment?” I ask Damon for an update. His team went there yesterday.
“It is as filthy as his bar. He has chicken scratch notes about payments from Della. Kian was paid per visit. Stupid shit like that. We are still waiting for the analysis of the rest, but so far there are ties to the Triad Group but nowhere else.” Not the smoking gun for which I was hoping.
“Well, I at least appreciate knowing that they are not connected, even though they are dead. RIP neither of them.” Cyrus kicks his feet up on the table which would piss a normal Alpha off, but I understand the comfort behind it. It also helps me think and most importantly, I’m not an ass.
That is debatable.
“Have we ruled out that Stevens doesn’t have any weird distant relatives here or ties that aren’t malicious?” Damon kicks his feet up on the table as well. The three of us in our apparent shared thinking poses.
“I highly doubt it. I cannot think of a single shifter here that has ever been related to that pack. Raven will be the first.
“Yeah, my baby is bringing in that new bloodline.” Cyrus wiggles his eyebrows up and down and I just stare off into space, thinking about all possibilities here. Aside from DNA testing a thousand wolves, I cannot realistically rule it out.
“That’s all we need is a pack of crazy, red headed Alpha’s blowing shit up.” That thought makes me shudder in fear for the damage they could do.
“Give me some credit, my hair is black. Way more likely to dominate the gene pool.”
“How long should we take on this brothel?” Damon asks, sitting up and wiping the top of the table off furiously where his boots were.
“A week, two. That usually turns to two, or three. Use your judgment. Trust your instincts. Pull out immediately if you need to. Update me daily.” I need to get out of here; I have a date planned for Little Wolf and everything needs to be perfect.
“We need to wrap this up. I have places to be tonight.” I say as we collectively pull our legs off the table.
“You two need me to chaperone tonight?” Cyrus asks as I stand and walk toward the door, they can linger all they want. I have to prepare.
“Not now, not ever.” I grumble, walking out of the room. Cyrus quickly follows behind.
“Oh, come on. Double date sounds fun.” Cyrus grasps my shoulder, just looking to push my buttons. He lives for this shit.
“No Cyrus. Not tonight.” No, this is going to be another first.
“Be home by curfew. I will wait up for you.” Cyrus arches his eyebrow at me and nods as I turn toward him backing out of the door.
Omega Bound
Behind the Curtain
J
Damon
Theo and I stand outside the brothel on neutral territory. The outside of the large building doesn’t give away what the inside holds.
The place looks more like a small, roadside hotel from the outside. The walls are beige and the roof a standard blue shingle. There are no outside identifiers of the building which is a red flag.
We exited the car after three hours of outside surveillance. It wasn’t useful. Boring as shit and we saw no big named Alphas strolling in.
“Ready?” I turn to Theo, the main shifter I use for things like this. He is extremely observant and good at slipping in and out of places undetected. A master at gathering intel on the fly and getting shit done when it hits the fan.
He nods as I open the door and head into the building. The outside may not give anything away, but the inside is a different story.
Everything is red.
The carpet.
The walls.
The stage.
I fight off a shudder.
There are velvet couches. A full bar and numerous tables. I look to the right and observe a greasy looking Alpha spit on the floor. I have to leash the growl that wants to come out of me. I also feel like I’m going to vomit. I can’t stand it when someone purposely does something disgusting like that.
However disgusting this place is, it has everything necessary for our cover.
I think the carpet is sticky.
Imagine if I brought my black light….yuck.
I head over to the bar and Theo follows. We take a seat in the red velvet, high back bar stools. The bartenders are young females. Four of them and they appear healthy and pleasant for the most part. One looks all around bitchy, confrontational, and doesn’t want to be bothered by customers at all.
The bar has a few shifters sitting. None of them register to me as a threat, but the night is young.