Page 19 of Toxic Revenge, Part Two (Mafia Omegas #2)

Chapter

Eighteen

MERCER

Benji and Willard.

West had left the burner phone he’d picked up from our safe house with me, and we had a text from Gears, sent a little while ago. Only those two names. Who the hell were they?

Talia’s fathers were gone and Conrad and I were back in her nesting room. My packmate was anxious for her to return, but if all had gone according to plan, West was with her right now. He needed time with her the most, so we couldn’t interrupt.

“Gears texted us some names.”

Conrad grunted his acknowledgment.

“Ever heard of a Benji or Willard?”

“No, never.”

I sighed. I doubted West had heard of them before either, so it was best to go straight to the source and get some damn context.

Reclining on the pillows and blankets, I called Gears.

“You guys are so screwed, you know.”

That was her version of a greeting.

I sighed. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Can you prove that?”

“No.” But Talia’s fathers probably could when this was all said and done. Then again, did it even matter?

We couldn’t run a motorcycle club in Villem when we were in a relationship with an Alfieri daughter. The club I’d spent my life trying to protect... It wasn’t meant to be mine.

I wanted to feel nothing about that, but I couldn’t. I was disappointed I’d failed, but more than anything I was angry that no one in the club trusted me. Only Gears and Hawk hadn’t fallen victim to my father’s lies about my pack.

He didn’t deserve their trust.

I thought I did—I only ever wanted what was best for everyone. They must not have viewed me with as much respect as I’d assumed.

“If you can’t prove it, then none of the old dudes in the club are going to believe you.” Her tone was sharp.

“Yeah. I know.”

“Luckily, I believe you. Hawk and I preemptively fled the territory, and I overheard a conversation while I was picking some things up from the warehouse.”

She would never admit it, but I bet she was picking up motorcycle parts. No way she would leave without her high-quality, impossible-to-acquire parts.

I listened intently as Gears went through what she’d heard. Pops had no idea where we were, thank fuck. The last thing we needed was a group of bikers showing up here with guns in hand.

They were all searching, though. Hunting us down. I’d given my life to the club, but they weren’t giving me any of their loyalty in return.

Meanwhile, Pops was the one working with outsiders to sell ammo that could decimate our streets. Benji and Willard had to be the backers he’d gone to meet a few nights ago, when everything had gone to shit. Maybe that guy we’d overheard talking on the phone outside Lombardi’s was one of them.

“Where are you and Hawk camped out?” I asked when she was done.

“Some terrible motel in Seamouth.”

“Good. Stay in Seamouth. It’s safest there.”

She scoffed. “I wouldn’t call this place safe. It was just a better option than going to Medley Island when we know for a fact Grave is working with the O’Connors.”

“Trust me, it’s safest. There are some… new developments.”

“What new developments?”

“I can’t tell you over the phone.”

The new development was Talia’s family tentatively being on our side, but I didn’t want to risk telling Gears that before she was out of danger.

“That isn’t giving me much confidence in you.”

“I have to talk to someone about the situation, but I can give you more details after.”

Lavinia should be able to get someone to pick them up and take them to a safe house location. A motel was only short-term. Pops’ guys would find them there eventually.

“Fine. I’ll give you twenty-four hours. After that, I’m assuming we’re on our own. Clock starts now.”

She hung up without a goodbye.

Unearthing myself from the nest, I swung my legs off the side of the bed. Violet would know where Lavinia was, if they weren’t both in her room. We could get this all settled with one conversation, and I could ask about Benji and Willard at the same time.

Except before I could exit the nesting room, the door slammed open and a cloud of cranberry rose arousal settled over the space.

My cock went rock hard instantly. Conrad groaned.

West and Talia were tangled up in an embrace, his hands on her hips as he backed her up until she fell onto the bed. His lips never left hers as he followed her down, hovering over her with her legs spread around his hips.

She’d apparently forgiven him for leaving her this morning.

I’d hoped that would happen, but hadn’t been expecting them to immediately start stripping each other naked when they got back.

That was exactly what was happening, though. Talia’s hands were fisted in West’s t-shirt, hauling it up and over his head. Her shirt had ridden up to expose half her torso.

I cleared my throat, adjusting myself in my pants.

Talia glanced at me with half-lidded eyes, then reached out with one hand. “Come here.” Her other hand reached to Conrad, making a grabby motion.

Feet carrying me over on autopilot, I let her small hand slip beneath the waistband of the sweats. I wasn’t wearing anything under them, so that was all it took for her to grab my cock in her cold grasp.

Part of me worried about her; if she was going to be alright to do something like this. She’d just gotten out of heat. Everything that happened was fresh, and she’d barely had time to process it.

I couldn’t voice my concerns, though. She was making the choice, and if I questioned her, it would only hurt her confidence. If this turned out to be too much, she trusted us enough to tell us. Hopefully.

Her grip slipped from my cock when West tore her t-shirt over her head.

He wasn’t hesitant with her anymore. My packmate was basically devouring her.

He lifted her hips and ripped her pants and underwear off next, leaving her bare.

Then he went right back to kissing her, barely letting her come up for air.

I climbed onto the bed, stripping my shirt off but keeping my pants on. Conrad was leaning against the bed, stars in his eyes as he scanned every inch of Talia’s body.

She whined and grabbed at West’s sweatpants, trying to shove them down. That was when he finally hesitated, breaking their kiss and breathing heavily as he made eye contact with me.

“Tell him you can handle him, princess,” I told Talia.

“I want you, West,” she said breathlessly. “I want you all. Now.”

“Don’t say that until you see what you’re working with,” West mumbled.

Moving back from her, he shoved his sweats down over his hips until they pooled on the ground. When his cock sprung up, Talia gasped.