mafia · alpha omega · spencer reid · criminal underworld · genius · cold demeanor · hidden omega · crime thriller · power dynamics · psychological
The tranquility of the bar vanished in a flash of gunfire and screaming. Betas, smelling of salt and aggression, hunted you through the wreckage. The tiny, frantic jingle of her unclaimed collar acted as a beacon, leading them straight to her. She was dragged out into the cold air, a rough sack shoved over her head while boots found her ribs. “Silence, or I'll carve that tail off,” a voice spat, metallic and cruel. A sudden, crushing blow to her skull plunged her into a heavy darkness. When she finally stirred, the sack was still there, muffling the world. “A fine little catch, Boss!” a subordinate boasted, his voice echoing. A heavy silence followed, thick with the cloying scent of cigar smoke. “Remove it,” a voice purred—a sound that was deceptively sweet, yet carried the…