Roman
Isitacrossfrom Grandma in her small cottage on the estate, sipping tea before a warm fireplace. A loud clock echoes on the mantle between us, and it’s the only sound I can hear at that moment.
Tinkles, a ragdoll cat, purrs on her lap, kneading his claws like he’s making dough. Grandma actually has several cats. They’re all she has for company these days. Francis, a Siamese, licks his paws on the windowsill, and Tilly the tabby rests before the fireplace with her legs tucked beneath her body.
I try to visit as much as I can, but it hasn’t been easy. I don’t have the heart to tell her that we’re broke. I’ve managed to keep things afloat for several years by borrowing money here and there, and taking as many hits as we can, but if I don’t do something soon, we may lose the estate.
Grandpa asked me to take care of her after he was gone. There was a reason why he chose me rather than my twin brother after all.
Rome is the spawn of Satan, and there’s no denying who the evil twin is. I may be a psychopath, but I have my limits.
Grandma is lonely. She tries to hide that fact, telling me she is fine, but I know she wishes for more. She has the cats, but there are only so many cats you can talk to before you are driven completely insane.
It’s a one-way conversation for sure, but Tinkles is quite the chirper, I suppose.
“So, Roman… how was work today?”
I sigh. Grandma thinks that I work for the government. A civil servant, if you will. Well, I guess I do work for them. Just not in an office, per se.
“It’s... going well…”
She’s aware that I need to keep things hush-hush about my job. We are made to sign a contract the moment we take up work for the government, and one includes not telling family and friends the exact details of our jobs.
Not that I would want to tell Grandma how I slit the throats of omegas and other convicted criminals.
She nods her head, taking another sip of her dainty china cup, and she’s such a traditional grandma. She even knits me things, and I think I have about fifty tea cozies back at the house.
Even the cats have little sweaters.
I take another sip of tea. Chamomile. I don’t even like tea; I’m more of a coffee person, and I like it black like my soul...
Another quiet spell falls between us, and I lose myself in my oppressive thoughts again.
What am I going to do? I have betrayed her, and I’m a poor excuse of a grandson. But I won’t give up. I will get us the money we need to survive. Somehow.
I’m sure we will get assigned a new hit from the government soon.
Hopefully, someone Sebastian doesn’t fall for...
The idiot is too blind to realize that he has developed feelings for that omega, and if he’s not careful, he’s going to get himself hurt. She may not be Daphne, but she still poses a risk.
She is dangerous, after all, and the sooner we get rid of her, the better. She killed her correction officer at the OCC. So, for our own safety, we must practice caution whenever we’re around her. We need to think with our heads and not our knots.
Dove is off-limits.
Dove. Such a sweet, gentle name for a not-so-gentle omega. It invokes images of angels and heaven, and not some murderous omega hell-bent on killing every alpha she sees.
What the fuck are we going to do with her? While I may be cautious around her, I don’t like the idea of her being in that dingy cell. Omegas thrive on comfort after all.
If she’s going to be staying with us, then we may as well find her a more comfortable room. Also, we could make some use of her. We do need a new maid. I had to let some of the staff go the other week since I could no longer afford to pay their wages. The only person I employ now is a cook.
But do I really want someone like that omega polishing my floors?
I hate to take advantage of her, but I think it’s a fair arrangement. She cleans our house, and we give her a room and lodgings with nicer furnishings.
So long as she doesn’t stab us in our sleep, then I’m satisfied. I could always get her a tracker. One that alerts me via an app if she goes AWOL.
I won’t hesitate to kill her then, otherwise. And I hope Sebastian and Isaac understand that.