3- Revengue against Morrison´s Dad

“You’re going to have to get more specific. What, he didn’t buy you a pony for your sixteenth birthday?” Morrison looked every bit the spoiled brat and I couldn’t imagine his life had been that rough. I guessed a lot of people thought the same thing about the little Omega I’d saved too, so I shut up and listened.

“Oh, he bought me a pony for my sixteenth birthday,” he hissed. “A year later, when he caught me with a boy I hadn’t asked permission to date, he made the guy shoot my beloved Brownie in front of me. I lost my best friend and my first love all in one night. Colin never spoke to me again, and after that night, his parents packed up and moved to the West Coast.”

“You’re making that up,” I said and took a bite of my lobster. There was no way that was true, because if it was, I’d be forced to have all kinds of feelings about the situation that I couldn’t afford to have. I’d have much rather just thought about punishing Morrison with my cock.

“I’m not, but that’s not even the worst,” he began. “He killed my mother.”

“You’re saying your father murdered your mother?” I leaned in. Now that was interesting. It was sad,

but at least I could get my blood pressure down listening to Morrison talk about his father hurting someone else. Thinking of anyone hurting the Omega in front of me had begun to make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It was an unwelcome development, and it could get me dead.

“Not directly,” the Omega said, and I thought for a moment I heard him sniffle. “She had cancer. When he left her four years ago for a twenty-one-year-old model, my father left my mother completely penniless. He claimed that she neglected his needs, and that’s how he justified leaving her with nothing for a younger woman. Well, a few months after he left, she was diagnosed with cancer. My father had enough money that he could have gotten her the best treatment and doctors possible.

Instead, she had to apply for state aid. You would’ve thought she would’ve have gotten something in the divorce, but my father has every judge in this state in his back pocket. She walked away from the marriage with even less than she’d gone in with decades before.

“Mom got the minimum amount of treatment possible because we couldn’t pay for anything better,” Morrison continued. “He let her languish in a state hospital as she died too. You’d think he could have at least moved her to a better hospice so she could get proper pain management. I went to him and begged him to help her. I said I would do anything if he would just move her to a cleaner facility. It ripped my heart out to watch her dying in that hellhole. I wanted to quit school and try to find some sort of work, but Mom begged me not to do it. I wasn’t old enough to work legal anyway yet, and there was no way I could make enough money doing anything lawful to help with the medical bills.

There were things I could do, but all my mother wanted before she died was for me not to become like my father.”

“And he refused to help,” I said when Morrison got quiet.

“He didn’t just say no. He told me that since I’d chosen to live with her after the divorce, I had no right to ask him for anything. He made me feel guilty and responsible for her death. I knew he was pissed that his little prince didn’t go with him, but I didn’t think he’d punish us that way. I’m not sure why I was surprised. He’d always been cruel, and that’s why I’d stayed with my mom, even though we went to bed hungry every night.”

“But after your mom died, you had to go live with him,” I said and felt Morrison’s story tug at my heart. I had to shut that shit down right away. The Omega was probably lying anyway but he seemed so sincere. When he talked about his mother, Morrison’s walls came down a little bit. I had the notion that I was witnessing a side of him that not many people saw. I was humbled by that.

“Yeah, it was shortly after her death that he bought me Brownie for my sixteenth birthday. He threw me a huge party, but it was all for show. Of course the other Omegas I went to school with thought I was the luckiest kid on the planet. I wish that I’d had at least one friend I could tell the truth. All that money was worthless to me. No gift could make up for watching my mother die in pain. Of course my father couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t grateful. He thought I should just get over my mother and learn to enjoy his money. Not only did he want to flaunt his wealth to anyone who would watch, but my father was also looking for a suitable match for me.”

“A match?”

“Yeah, he was basically going to sell me to a rival family he wanted to forge an alliance with. It’s medieval shit. That’s why he killed my horse when I went to the movies with an Alpha he didn’t

handpick. My virginity is worth millions in cash, and even more in business deals. He needed me untouched.”

“So are you still worth millions?” I had to know. I couldn’t believe an Omega as sexy as Morrison was still a virgin. Surely it couldn’t be possible with him being nineteen.

“Subtle,” he said and rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m still as pure as driven snow. My monster for a father let my mom die and killed the horse he bought me as a gift in front of my eyes. I wasn’t about to cross him. I’ve played the good little Omega ever since the night Brownie died, but I’ve just been biding my time.”

“So you want me to kidnap you to get back at your father. How does that work? You said he is a monster that doesn’t care about you.”

“The kidnapping isn’t how I get my revenge. The ransom is. You’re going to demand a specified amount for my return. Of course, if you can get him to agree to that amount without letting him talk you down, I’ll give you a share,” Morrison said and leaned forward so that his sweet cinnamon scent invaded my head.

I’m not that easy. “I don’t take work on a contingency basis, baby. I’m not abducting you for a split of the potential ransom,” I said and readied myself to leave. This whole thing had been a complete waste of time. I could probably stick around, get Morrison to show me his gorgeous ass, and then get him to blow me in the back room, but I was pissed. I needed money way more than I needed my dick sucked by this devious little Omega.