Chapter 1:[sweet&lethal]
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The red ambient lighting is the perfect cover. Standing in the corner of this dimly lit lounge, I manage to pinpoint my target among the crowd of men: a rather bulky Beta. By his side sits a small Omega.
I adjust my posture, grip the tray tightly in my hands, and glide smoothly in their direction. I set the tray down on the coffee table, which is cluttered with all kinds of drugs—cocaine lined up in neat tracks ready to snort, packs of weed, LSD, and various pills—everything the underworld breathes. I steal a quick glance and confirm: he's looking at me with that same interested smirk. Without a word, he pushes away the small Omega who had his face buried in his neck, letting out a half-smile.
"Aren't you a cute thing? I've never seen you around here. Are you new?"
"Yes, sir..." I answer, dropping my gaze immediately.
Cute, docile, helpless—that's how he likes them, that's how he wants me. The angelic aura I exude is precisely what men like him crave: something that looks immaculate, something they'll take a sadistic pleasure in ruining.
"Don't you want to have some fun tonight?" he insinuates, his voice soft. "I promise it'll be a night to remember."
I raise my eyes once more, meeting that repulsive smile.
"I can't, sir. I'm on shift..." The words slip from my mouth like a timid whisper. I grab my empty tray and pretend I'm about to leave.
Just as expected, he grips my arm tightly and pulls me down, forcing me onto his lap. The Omega sitting next to him glares daggers at me, but doesn't dare to interfere.
"If that's the issue, you don't have to worry about a thing."
His ego spoke louder, exactly as planned. Being an Alpha in this world is like being a king; he, as a Beta, no matter how rich, is still just a Beta.
"B-but sir..." I try to speak in the softest voice possible, feeding his illusion of control.
"But what? If it's about tonight's commission, I'll triple it. You just have to say yes and enjoy yourself with me tonight."
I already knew he wouldn't let me go. I watch the lust intensify in his eyes; the plan is working—after all, he's the reason I'm here. Now that I have his full attention, I push away slightly with moderate strength, covering my face as if dying of embarrassment.
"N-not here, sir..." I murmur, my lips inches from his neck.
I feel his body stiffen with arousal. Right on cue. Now I just need to draw him away from the crowd. Another satisfied smirk spreads across his lips.
"Of course, sweetheart. I have a special place for us. Perfect."
He's a Beta, which means he can't smell my pheromones. So, I use biological control to force the blood up into my cheeks, faking a timid blush. It was the exact response he was waiting for. The thought that an adorable Omega like me was interested in him flattered him deeply.
"Y-yes, sir..." I whisper softly.
With that confirmation, he leans in for my lips. I have to force myself to stay composed, fighting the urge to turn my head in disgust; after all, he's a filthy old man. But I'm playing with his ego, and if he catches a glimpse of my repulsion, the entire plan goes down the drain.
He pushes himself up with great effort, hindered by his massive frame. Pathetic—the only word that springs to mind as I watch him. He clamps his hand around my wrist and leads me down a hallway branching off the main hall. The Omega who was with him? Gone. I was so immersed in playing submissive that I didn't even catch him leaving. The sound of our footsteps echoes through the corridor, closely followed by two armed bodyguards keeping a safe distance behind us. The Beta seems impatient. And so am I, though for a very different reason.
The hallway brings us to a private elevator. The two of us step inside along with the guards. Once again, the man displays his impatience and his urge to prove his virility, despite his pathetic state: he grabs my backside without a shred of shame. The guards look down, visibly uncomfortable. For me, time seems to freeze in pure revulsion, until a chime rings out.
Ninth floor. I note, mentally calculating my escape route.
The doors slide open to a floor that looks much like the rest of the building. The corridor is lined with doors—suite rooms, I presume. We walk under the watchful eye of every camera until we reach a heavy, solid door. One of the guards opens it.
"Nobody bothers me!" the Beta barks at his goons.
Perfect. That gives me more than enough time.
I step into the room with him right on my heels. A single glance is enough to tell this place is his private slaughterhouse. The room is vast, featuring a massive circular bed in the center bathed in dim red light. There's a single window on the right side, draped with sheer fabric, and a door right next to it. On the other side sits a mini bar stocked with wines and whiskeys. It's the ideal setting.
Without waiting, he moves to pull me into a kiss, but I slip away with delicate grace, feigning modesty.
"May I pour you a drink, sir?" I ask, heading toward the minibar.
I couldn't spike the drink with anything. He was staring directly at me, his eyes tracking my every move, and ingested poison would take far longer to work than an injection straight into the bloodstream.
"Sure," he replies.
I look back to find him sitting on the bed, watching me closely. I walk over with the glass in hand, sit on his lap, and hand him the whiskey. He downs the liquid in one gulp and tosses the glass into a corner.
"Perfect," he grunts, his heavy hands already groping every part of my body.
Using the most angelic voice I can muster, I ask, "S-sir, may I use the bathroom?"
I see him knit his brow, annoyed by the interruption.
"Bathroom?" he asks, hesitating.
Dammit. This old man won't take his eyes off me, and I need to assemble the syringe MinHo gave me. If I can't get out of this room for a few minutes, I won't be able to prepare the weapon.
"I really need to go..." I press on, softening my voice to the absolute limit, playing up my fragility.
The pretentious smile on his face finally crumbles, revealing an authoritative, impatient man. He grabs my face tightly between his hands, squeezing my cheeks.
"Fine. Go. But if you take too long, I'm coming in there to drag you back out myself."
Yes! Perfect.
Disgusting pig, I think.
I move quickly across the room toward the door beside the window that leads to the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and, with swift, precise movements, assemble the syringe—which had been dismantled into three parts for better concealment—and hide it once more against the inner side of my thigh, securing it beneath my clothes. I step out of the bathroom and return to the bedroom in under five minutes. Pleased by my haste, the Beta's foul smile returns.
"Good. Come here."
I approach slowly and sit on his lap, facing him. I need his nape; it's the perfect target. In a swift, invisible motion, I draw the syringe and drive the needle deep into the bare skin of his neck, pressing the plunger down fully.
"What the..." he manages to gurgle, his eyes widening in sheer shock.
Before he can react, I shove him violently back onto the bed. I mount his bulky frame and wrap my thin legs tightly around his neck, locking in a chokehold with everything I've got. If he makes a single loud sound, I'm dead. My heart is pounding so hard I can hear the rush of blood in my ears. The Beta's face turns deep red, congested under the crushing pressure.
He tries to fight back, but the toxin combined with asphyxiation is relentless. Good, he's stopped thrashing.
I watch his face for a few more seconds until his muscles go completely limp. I slowly release my legs, sliding off his body. I'm panting heavily from the massive surge of adrenaline.
"Hah... hah..." I try to steady my breathing, taking slow, deliberate gulps of air.
I press two fingers against the side of his neck, feeling for a pulse. Nothing.
Great. It's done.
But there's no time to rest. We're on the ninth floor, and there are two armed men standing right outside that door. If they suspect anything, they'll call in dozens more scattered throughout the building. Drawing attention isn't an option. The best thing to do now is slip away quietly.
But how? Ahhh... a blitz mission less than an hour after getting back from another one...
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