Page 194 of Retribution

I simply don’t care enough to ask. I do think he must be depressed, though, because I don’t even have to threaten him very much before he signs and approves the permits.

“What do you have against omegas?” I ask, directing him up the stairs. The banister is sturdy and should hold his weight. I’m ready to go home, and plan to deliver the permits to Callum so he can scan and upload them into the proper channels.

“They’re disgusting,” he snarls. “Omegas are the scourge of our society. They take and take and take some more! You’re just making it worse by helping them, you know. My wife was a beta, and she even cheated on me.”

“So you just hate women?” I muse.

Whatever alcohol he’s been ingesting is beginning to hit him, and he leans heavily against the railing.

“Most of them are a waste of space,” he gripes.

Rolling my eyes, I begin to make a noose for this man’s neck. He’s average height, and probably weighs about a hundred and eighty pounds. His stomach is rounded from eating out and taking too many bribes to block permits. That’s the entire reason that I’m here.

He can say that he hates women, but he loves the money that is allowing him to pick and choose which permits to accept.

“Tell me more,” I suggest, looping the rope over his neck and tying it off at the railing that overlooks the front door.

“This is scratchy. I don’t like it,” he complains, attempting to push it off.

I suppose the time for talking is over since he’s too drunk to be able to talk anymore. This is a message to the mayor. I’m going to text him on the way out using Reggie’s phone, and I’m not even going to bother with a note.

He better get his shit together, or I’m going to come back for him. This is his only warning. The only reason I’m not going after him now is because the other candidates to take his place are even more crooked.

Maybe I can scare him straight.

Pulling the noose tighter so it won’t slip out, I push his body up and over the low railing.

It groans as he swings, and I nonchalantly jog down the stairs as he struggles for air that he won’t be getting. His neck didn’t snap, which means he’s in for a rough haul.

“Maybe in the next life you won’t be a douchebag!” I call up helpfully, walking into the living room to text out my message.

Mr. Mayor, I need to speak with you urgently, in person. It’s a matter of life or death.

I watch as the message goes to read, shaking my head as he replies.

Mayor:

They’re just two young girls, Reggie. Ignore them! Omega’s Haven doesn’t need those permits.

I guess the founders have been hassling dear old Reggie for permits that are now signed. I’m not worried about this being turned around on them, because I know that Cian would never allow that to happen.

It’s not that, sir. I have an urgent matter. I hope you get here in time.

Leaving things at that, I toss the phone on the couch and collect the permits from the desk.

I’m ready for my chariot,I tell Grant, walking to the back door. Unlocking it, I glance outside and find it as quiet as it was earlier.

You work fast,he says.

It was bloodless. He’s still struggling to breathe as he stars in his very own corporal punishment saga. Death by railing.

I chuckle, realizing that I’m very loopy and tired. Not seeing Grant yet, I close and lock the door again as I tiptoe back to check on Reggie. His struggles have diminished and his face is turning purple. I didn’t bring my phone, so it’s a missed photo opportunity. Oh well.

Get your cute ass out here, Little Nightmare.

Knowing the mayor isn’t going to have time to cut his puppet down, I choose to go out a window so I won’t have to relock the back door.

The trunk of the SUV opens as I run through the darkened yard, and I climb in with a wide grin on my face.