Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(72)

The OPS agents weren’t going to bring me to the hospital at first, but when I threatened to jump out of the vehicle, they turned the car around. I’d like to think it was my threat and not the omega agent advocating for me. It probably didn’t hurt that shortly after that the main OPS office called with new information.

I knew that man was the scum of the Earth from the second I met him.

Something hard pressed into my back and a mouth brushed my ear, causing me to shudder. “You whine, and I’ll shoot you and your alpha before hunting down the rest.”

Brian.

I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood to stop my whine. He pushed me around the end of the soda machine and out through a door that someone at the serving station wouldn’t be able to see. The few people that were eating in the dining room area were too busy looking at their phones or chatting to notice anything amiss.

To an outsider, it would look like one of my mates leading me away, their hand on the small of my back. But there was definitely a weapon pressed against me.

“What do you want?” I had to figure out a way to get away from him without getting shot or getting someone else shot in the process.

“Well, seeing as I no longer have an omega, I’m in need of one.” He took me to the stairwell, reached around me to scan a card he had, and urged me forward.

I didn’t even want to know how he’d gotten the keycard. Had he killed someone for it?

No, Kayla. This isn’t like some action movie.

I put my hands up, stopping him from pushing me into the secluded area. “Shoot me then. I’d rather die than go with you.”

“So dramatic.” He laughed in a way that chilled me to my bones and then kicked me in the back of my knee, sending me to the ground on my hands and knees with a yelp of pain. Leaning over me, the gun pressing into my skull, I whined, hoping someone would hear it.

That pissed him off and he grabbed my ponytail, yanking me to my feet. “Shut up. Just shut up!” He shoved me forward into the stairwell. “Move.”

My scalp burned as he maneuvered me by my hair, and I nearly fell down as we went up the steps. I was going to make a break for it as soon as we were out of the stairwell. I had to. There was no way I could let him take me.

The first floor had the emergency department, which had plenty of security. Brian surely wouldn’t open fire in a room full of people, would he?

We stepped onto the landing in front of the first-floor door when the intercom chimed. “Code purple stat. Code purple stat.”

“What the fuck is code purple? Open the door.” He let go of my hair but kept close to me. “Not a peep or facial expression, do you understand?”

“Yes.” I opened the door, which was right next to the elevators.

One of the elevator doors opened as soon as we started walking into the corridor, and Rylan, a doctor, and a security guard appeared.

“Ry-”

Brian grabbed my ponytail again and yanked me back into the stairwell. “Go. Up! Now! I swear I’ll open the door back up and shoot him in the fucking face.”

Tears streamed down my face as I climbed the next set of stairs. “Just let me go. This isn’t going to end well.”

There was a small window in this one, and he cursed as he saw security rushing toward it at the far end of a hall. “Go! Up all the way to the top!”

“No!” I elbowed him and he grunted before slamming my head into the door.

Things went a bit fuzzy, and then I was floating. He heaved me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and started up the stairs. I groaned and squirmed, but he had his arm around me tight and was stronger than I expected him to be.

“Help!” I croaked, hearing the door below slam open. “Help!”

Brian picked up his pace, carrying me as if he was in firefighter training and racing to beat a time. If he dropped me, I’d plummet down the steps, so I stayed still, trying to think of what to do when we were on flat ground again.

We burst onto the roof not more than a minute later, and I rolled my body, causing him to drop me. I fell onto my side and scrambled away from him as he loomed over me, my eyes going to his hand that had a fucking stapler in it.

“You don’t even have a gun!” I kicked my feet at him, but he managed to grab one of them and pulled me across the helipad that was lit up. “What are you doing?”

“If I can’t have my omega, then they can’t have their omega.” He gave my leg a hard yank, and I screamed, hoping someone would come to my aid.

Where is security? They should be up here by now.

As soon as I had the thought, the roof door opened, but Brian was already yanking me to my feet by my hair. I was going to cut it off as soon as this was over.

He wrapped a forearm around my neck and one around my waist, tugging me backward toward the edge of the roof.

“Please, Brian. Stop!” I tried to kick backward, but the way he was holding me made it impossible, and his feet were moving at just the right distance from mine that I couldn’t stomp with enough force.

I dug my fingers into his arm and threw my elbows back, but he ignored whatever pain they were causing him.

“Freeze!” Two security guards were on the roof, their weapons drawn and pointed at us.

There was no way they could shoot him without also hitting me, and we were at the edge of the roof where there was a two-foot-high barrier between us and falling to our deaths. The roof was meant for helicopters, not for people to be in a standoff on it.