I close the door to the motel room, leaving a scared Alix behind. It hurt my fucking soul. He begged me to buy him. To take him out of this. They are becoming even more abusive. They are trying to sell him to another man that lives in South America. He is ready to buy now. I don't know how they'd even smuggle him across all the borders. This is insane. My hands are clammy as I pretend to straighten up my shirt, running my hands through my hair quickly.
"He's your favorite, aye?"
I look over and furrow my eyes at the stout man next to the door. How long has he been there?
"Maybe, I don't know." I shrug. "He's good, really good, but it's becoming predictable," I chuckle.
Leon smirks, putting his hand out.
"I'm Leon, Jeremy's boss."
"Harry, Harry Styles," I shake his hand confidently.
Of course I remember you, Leon. Too bad you don't remember me.
"What are you looking for in your next omega? Do you wanna change it up a bit, or keep ol' predictable Alix."
I grin, leaning over the balcony.
"I want a challenge."
"A challenge?"
"Mhm," I lick the front of my teeth, I need him to believe me. "Alix is good, really good. But he's easy. I want someone to put up a fight. I want to work for it. Tire him out. Defeat him."
He nods and joins me by the balcony, pulling out a cigarette. "I got someone, but he's a fighter."
"Yeah?" I feign interest but my heart is pounding.
"He's newer, a little one. Dante. He's a fighter alright. Nearly clawed to death the last guy who bed him."
Leon hands me a cigarette and I take the lighter from him, putting my hand in front of the budd and roll my thumb against the metal, sparking a light. I breathe in the smoke and remind myself to absolutely not cough.
"You got a picture?"
He nods, taking another puff. He pulls out his phone and after a few moments, showing me the lit up screen.
Holy shit. It's him.
I see his ribs. His cheeks are hollowed a bit, his cheek bones prominent. His eyes are red and you can tell he was crying. My alpha is ready to strike this man but I remain calm. If I kill him now, I'll never get to Lou.
"What, you don't feed him?" I laugh, shaking my head. "He won't stand a chance!"
He puts his phone away in his back pocket. "Nah, man. I promise you. He puts up a good fight. And I was about to run a special on him but I haven't posted it yet."
"Yeah?"
"His heat is tomorrow. Fucker hid it from us so well. Somehow got a hold of some suppressants so his scent was masked. But if you want him, I wanna say his heat will be around 5 days."
I nod, pretending to think about it.
"Does it have to be at some gross ass motel or can we do it somewhere else?"
Leon chuckles. "Where you thinkin?"
"One of my houses. It's in the country. Nearest neighbor is three miles away. Farmhouse mansion."
He sticks his lips out, thinking. "Anyone else there?"
"I got a housekeeper and a chef. But I'll tell them tonight to take the week off."
"What ya gonna do if he runs?"
I laugh. "Hmm, I was considering tying his ankle to the bed, but other than that, it's gated. He won't get through. And I got dogs. They'll stop him."
