Chapter 12

Gregory could barely be aware of the hurried steps and the slamming of the front door, because all he could see was the sinister smile on Kevin's face.

"You planned all this… why?" Gregory was barely able to spit out those words, his entire body numbed with unfamiliar emotions. Was it shame, or pain? He didn't know.

He had no idea what kind of pathetic state he was in, but it apparently pleased the older man immensely.

"Oh the poor boy, having his heart broken like this. But he needed to see what you really are, a dirty whore who willingly gets on his knees for any man." The older man dragged Gregory toward himself by his collar. A finger by a finger, he forced his entire right hand into the Omega. The still slick passage didn't put up much resistance.

"Did you know that idiot boy was going to break off his engagement with my daughter? My daughter! He was willing to give up his future, his career for a piece of trash like you!" Kevin thrust his hand in and out of Gregory - hard, fast and with every intention to hurt.

Gregory wanted more. He rocked toward those ruthless digits, allowing them to prey him wide open again.

He deserved it, he told himself. He welcomed the pain, because it was it was almost soothing. It was nothing but a sensation. It gave him something to focus on.

"Then I'm glad you did this then. Dimmock is young and foolish." Gregory murmured. And his words earned him a hard punch on his stomach. He instinctive curled into a ball, and heaved uncontrollably.

Funnily, he actually meant every word of it.

Dimmock was extremely naive. The younger man wasn't really in love with him, rather, he was in love with his own idea of him – a victim of society and power abuse. And yet, the younger Alpha couldn't be more wrong. Gregory knew he had always been given choices. He wasn't above taking advantages of situations, to take his fair share of rewards – his career, his freedom, as well as his financial, physical and psychological independence. He might not like what he had to do; still it had always been his own choice to go through with them.

"Talking about foolishness, I was surprised to learn that you had another admirer." Kevin hunched over, observing his pained form with intense curiosity, "Mycroft Holmes came to me, personally, with a request to end our little arrangement. He offered me things in return – a generous payment to an offshore account or a promotion in the next 6 months."

If Gregory was honest with himself, he wasn't all that surprise to hear it. In all the years he had known the politician, the man was nothing but persistent, he didn't stop until he got things done his way.

"Then I can't help but wonder why someone like Mr Holmes would care about a useless whore like you." The older man dragged Gregory up by his throat, so he could look directly into his eyes.

"According to him, he was in love with me." Gregory mumbled between each pained gasps. And those words earned him a slap on his face. It was hard enough to draw blood.

No wonder the older man was irritated with his answer, it sounded incredibly ridiculous even to his own ears. For someone like Mycroft to form any emotional attachment to him was just laughable. Unfortunately, it was the only answer he had ever been given. Not that he was stupid enough to believe it.

Gregory remembered how the younger man had looked at him - the intense gaze that burnt into his very soul, like he was the only one who mattered in the entire world at that moment. But the Omega wasn't being fooled. He could tell how those eyes were actually looking through him, half lost in a distant memory – a long gone past, an unrequited love from his younger days perhaps. Whatever it was, the Omega reminded of him of someone he could still not quite let go.

"Don't you dare of playing me like a fool! You obviously know something that is important enough to have some sort of hold on him. And you will share it with me!" Kevin demanded.

The older man first tried to bribe him with money. Gregory only laughed at him, the mere thought of being able to control the British Government was just plain laughable. Greed truly drove men to insanity.

Being frustrated with lack of progress, the older man resorted to violence next. It started with a whip, then advanced to punches and having his head slammed against the wall repeatedly.

Gregory bit down hard on his lips, refusing to beg. But when a bottle of vodka was opened and all of its content being poured onto his open wound, he could no longer stop himself from screaming. The empty bottle was being casted aside, glass shattered as it hit the floor. The Omega could barely feel a moment of relief, before strong hands closed around his throat, and squeezed with brutal force.

He spasm uncontrollably, as his body instinctive fought for air. In that very moment, it was no longer about interrogating for informtaion, or even eliciting pain. Rush of adrenaline had completely overtaken the older man, and buried any rationality he might possed. Intense disappointment and frustration had further fuelled his anger, there was nothing left but the intention to kill.

Gregory wanted to live, and he knew he would do anything to stay alive – exactly as he had done time and time again in the past. Lack of oxygen had already shut down part of his sensory system. He could barely see anything. And yet his hands extended, desperately searched every inch of the floor within reach. When his fingers enclosed on a shard of glass, he knew he had found his only chance of survival.

He dragged the glass across the other man's torso, used element of surprise and pain to make him let go. Then he flipped the older man off him, and used his entire weight to keep him down on the ground before he had a chance to get up. Both of his hands clutched onto the glass shard tightly, as he drove it into the other man again and again.