"HOW ARE YOU, OSCAR? Long time no see," Scott asked, while grinning ear to ear. He looked bulkier now, more muscular, than when they last met. There were scars all over his chest as well. Being an omega meant they were not built to be big. But then, Scott seemed to defy nature—again.
"I’m as fine as I could be. How are you?" Oscar exchanged pleasantries with the man. He was hoping that Scott could help him with the Big Boss, although that idea sounded off even in his own ear.
With a pounding heart and sweaty hands, Oscar walked towards where Scott was. He could feel tension starting to build up between them, and not even once did he look away from him. His intention was clear when he reached the stairs— it was to fight with Scott and ask him for information.
"Glad you came without someo
