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💴Let's Make a Deal💴
By Kira
Midnight was fast approaching.
The raven-haired alpha received an unexpected call to meet with an individual on this exact night, in his office, on the thirty-second floor of the elaborate Attorney General’s building.
Standing by the floor to ceiling windows the alpha pulled the cigarette to his lips, sucking in a long toxic breath. The game hadn't even started and he was already claiming victory thanks to the surprise call.
The smoke rolled across the soft palate of his mouth before entering his lungs. He was running out of time…and patience. The smoke crawled it's way free along with the long exasperated breath. As if he didn't have enough issues, his thirty-fifth year was also approaching, decisions had to be made and fast.
Shouta Aizawa had been working for the attorney general from the moment he graduated law school. Almost eleven years later he had used every ounce of his natural prowess to work his way to the top.
Long wavy ink black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail at the base of his neck, soulless black eyes scanned over a mountain of documents as he waited to meet the bitch he already had a case built on.
Years of working with little to no sleep had elevated him to this moment, his moral compass slightly askew when it came to certain…aspects. His mind should have been focused on the money-laundering case his team has built against Bakugo Inc. instead he was focused on the fact that in less than twelve weeks if he did not have an omega tied to him legally, he would be assigned one, more than likely some filthy criminal who he could not stand the sight of.
It was not like he hated or was disgusted by omegas as a general rule, he just didn’t care. Omegas were only good for two things, pups and maid detail.
His time was spent at his office not at home so he didn't see the appeal for either.
Stupid laws.
Exhaling the noxious fumes he could hear the foot-steps approaching, heels clanking against the marble of the foyer. The alpha sighed, not turning around, icy obsidian eyes locked onto the skyline of the bustling city and the ants below, busying themselves with nighttime activities. The lowest of the low scuttling around in musty alleyways, the stench of rot and mildew clinging to their tattered remains of clothing. Hope and fairness long forgotten in favor of bitter dismay.
“I could smell your disgusting scent a mile away Mrs. Bakugo” his tone was gruff and deep, full of clear dismissal and disdain. The dark-haired alpha turned around in his expensive custom leather dress shoes and full charcoal gray Armani suit to meet a pair of crimson eyes.
His soulless black abyss fell on the large female alpha in the center of his office, her cream colored silk suit and vibrant red stilettos did nothing to impress him. She stunk of cinnamon and clove which only riled his own alpha up even more, his own scent of bitter coffee and tobacco permeated the space in an attempt to squash the other.
The woman had called him on his private cell a few hours ago demanding he meet with her. Watching the criminal stalk over and sit in one of the chairs made him wish he had refused.
Crossing the room he picked up a decanter full of bourbon and poured some into a delicate square crystal glass. He was going to need something a lot stronger to deal with this tonight. “Why the hell did you call me?” The edge to his voice was sharp enough to split the finest of hairs.
“I have something you want Mr. Aizawa, and you have something that I need to disappear” Her cruel smile did not show in the crimson blood-lust eyes. Cold, calculating, viscous. That was Mitsuki Bakugo in a nutshell.
“You have nothing I want or need Mrs. Bakugo.” Sitting the glass on his desk he lit up another smoke dissecting her every twitch that crossed her perfect porcelain skin. If Shouta enjoyed the company of women he would have considered her pretty, however this bitch had claws and pockets deeper than the atlantic.
“Oh but I think there you are wrong Mr. Aizawa. I happen to know that your birthday is approaching, and fast. An alpha without a mating bite is no alpha, and as such you would be forced into whatever relationship the government sees fit.” Blinking, she did her best to appear innocent, as if she was here to help him solve his little problem. “It is such a shame, someone as old and as powerful as you brought to heel by the very government you serve.”
Growling deep in his chest he clenched his jaw aggressively. “I think that is where you are wrong Mitsuki . I heel to no one. I bow to no one, and I don’t take shit from anyone.” Just because she had a point doesn’t mean he has to allow her to try and corner him. His scent grew bitter with his rising anger, normally he was able to keep his emotions in check, tonight was not one of those occasions. She had chosen the wrong words for someone who wants something from him.
“And here I was going to make your little problem go away.” Opening the clutch in her lap she pulled out two very distinct items. A single photo and a small ziplock baggie with a cotton ball inside. Casually she placed both items on the desk.
Shouta glanced at the items, picking them up he glanced at the photo on his desk of what appeared to be a younger version of herself, not as feminine, but enough that it could have been her younger sister easily enough. The second he knew damn well it was a scent sample. Opening the small plastic zip lock his senses were ambushed by the sweet smell of apples coated in cinnamon and fresh baked cinnamon rolls. His alpha had taken notice. Closing the bag he placed it back on the table at the protest of his base instincts. The alpha wanted to take a deeper breath, rub his nose against the intoxicating dual scent.
“What exactly do you purpose Mrs. Bakugo?” Stabbing the burnt end of the butt into the glass ashtray he crossed his arms across his chest, crinkling the black silk button down under his suit jacket. The tie long forgotten somewhere in the rack of those annoying things he keeps in the office.
“My son, Katsuki, is a simple omega” lips curling at the term she practically spat the words out. “Well trained the last eleven years at an omega boarding school. Docile, pretty enough for a boy, he can cook, clean, is quiet and will stay out of your way.” The last part said with a shrug of nonchalance she really didn’t feel. She needed this deal to work, a handsome purse was offered for any information on the cold steal high level attorney.
“Let me get this straight. You want to give your son to me? For what? Surely not out of the kindness of your cold rotten heart.” He couldn’t believe he was even entertaining the idea for a moment. Omegas are just glorified house slaves so it was not unheard of to be used as a trade, just another pawn in the game of chess.
“I purpose….a deal. I give you the omega and a sizeable…donation. For his care of course, after all what kind of mother would send her pup to be mated without ensuring his well being.” Sarcasm and venom oozed from her ruby painted lips like honey from a pot. Thick and sticky with enough deception to fool someone of lesser intelligence.
Scoffing Aizawa shook his head, this woman was so full of herself he couldn’t believe her audacity. It was obvious she felt no maternal love for the pup, or any at all for anyone save herself. He knew the crimes against her, he knew the charges that were supposed to be pressed in the next three days. Honestly he was surprised how she was even aware of his office's investigation.
“In return Mr. Aizawa, you will make all those pesky fraudulent lies against me and my company…disappear.” She was playing a dangerous game. If he was recording her he could add additional charges for attempting to bribe a public official and possibly more.
Lightning cracked against the navy blue nightscape, thunder booming in the havens as the rain began to pour. The long lean figure of the man kept his stoic mask in place, his alpha was screaming for another whiff of the cotton ball, while the logical thinker was tinkering away.
“Do you realize you just offered the highest ranking official in this office a bribe Mrs. Bakugo?” cocking an eyebrow he took another swig from the caramel colored liquid, letting the burn numb its way to the pit of her stomach. Her offer goes against every single ethical ideal he has been trying to protect for over a decade.
Somewhere along the way over the past three or four years he lost the ability to care about what was morally or ethically correct. Too many times he has seen a jurier or two bought to throw a case, how many times has he seen crooked politicians use snake like charm to pad one hand just to make a complaint or accusation disappear. Several years ago he prosecuted a case as a public prosecutor where an alpha was charged with a double felony for comforting a crying child. A single accusation in the right hands could destroy a person's life for good.
Omega’s who get charged with crimes are rehabilitated, sent to breeding centers, or sold off to alphas who do not have a mate by their 35th birthday. The fate that was awaiting him.
Mitsuki tucked a tuff of white blonde behind her ear, she moved outstretching her long arms to palm the picture and scent sample to put back into her purse when a large much colder hand was pressed against hers. The older alpha growled ever so slightly and she could see the way he fought to not bare his teeth.
“I am simply offering you a way to have a trained, docile, completely submissive omega at your service, it will solve all your problems and in return you can help me with mine. Besides the law doesn’t state you have to stay married or even mated to the beast. What you do with it afterwards is your business.” Shrugging she jerked her hand back with such force it dragged the picture off the desk and onto the floor.
“I have….other buyers just so you know. I will need an answer before dawn.” Standing she smoothing the cream colored suit over the flat of her stomach and down her hips. Red leather heels clicking and clattering across the floor in time with the boom of the thunder and flashes of lightning. She looked every bit the viscous viper she was. “You have my number”
Shouta let out an exhausted breath at her departure. Placing both hands on top of his head fingers interlocked he stared at the ghostly image of himself against the highrise windows. Another crack of lightning illuminated the ghostly tired visage of the unknown man staring back at him.
He was actually considering this. The omega did smell really fucking good and looked pretty enough. The bitch did state he was already trained and submissive. Something he could work with. He had no time to train something he had no intention of keeping.
Slamming the rest of the caramel liquid he grabbed his keys and his phone he headed out of the office to the garage. His Aston Martin DB11 was the only vehicle in the private parking garage. Blood red with the sweetest purrs he has ever heard, this car was his favorite treasure. Popping his baby into gear he took off towards his home in the downtown highrise.
The private elevator that only he has access to to the 52nd floor rose efficiently to the top of the building, opening with a slight chime to the penthouse. Ten thousand square feet of luxury welcomed him home. Lightning kept dancing across the skies, with its spidery fingers outstretched, as if it was reaching for him. He kicked his shoes off in the entryway sliding the coat from his tall well defined frame.
Shouta was not a small alpha by any means, six foot six with a mess of raven waves and eyes the color of coal. Power and confidence cloaked his long lean frame, his scent of fresh coffee and sweet tobacco filled his home. Vast and impressive the layout was stunning. Sunken living room with electric fireplace and seventy inch flat screen television he hardly ever turned on, cream colored couches made from the softest leather encircled the area meant for entertaining.
Something he never did.
The echo of the roaring thunder ricocheted through the sterile lifeless home. Shouta was running out of time. Taking the plastic ziplock from his pocket he took a deep heady inhale of the cinnamon apple mixed with cinnamon rolls. Something so sweet and crisp it had his mind swirling and his alpha clawing for more.
He already decided from the moment he smelled that heavenly intoxication. He had to have the omega, there was no reason not to. Logically it made sense, marry the boy, share a temp bond, file the paperwork so the government gets off his back, live his life and fulfill his ambitions. After a while he would get tired of the creature in his house and could discard it ….just like the trash.
Maybe the boy only smelled so good because he was desperate and stressed out. That had to be it, he had a tower of work that needed to be completed which he was getting behind on due to his…distraction. Eleven weeks , six days… that is how long he had until he would be expected to take whatever leftovers the gutters no longer wanted.
Pacing, he pulled the photo from his pocket, flicking it with his fingers. “Think Shouta, for fucks sake, are you honestly going to buy the poor thing so you don’t get stuck with something worse?” Growling he pulled at the long raven strands from the root. Where the fuck is the silver lining.
“Not some hero Shouta, there is nothing noble about this shit.” Stepping onto his balcony he lit up a smoke, letting the rain pelt his heated flesh, numbing the anxiety and guilt. The bitch was going to sell him anyways, he might as well get off the gallows himself, no point in both being put to their figurative death.
Finishing his smoke he had made his choice.
With the rain soaking his stupidly expensive suit his and the omegas fate was sealed.
Heavy squeaky footsteps mixed with the squishy wet sounds from his soaking wet body he grabbed his cell phone by the door and pressed a few buttons.
{ Mr. Aizawa, it’s a pleasure to hear from you again}
“Cut the shit Bakugo. You know why I called” He was through playing her little cat and mouse game. He may be younger but he sure as hell was stronger then she was and if it came to a fight his alpha would bitch hers in a heartbeat.
{Have you decided?}
Her voice sickened him, twisting his gut into a toxic knot at his core. It shouldn’t matter to him, omegas are bought and sold everyday to whoever is the highest bidder. It technically was not illegal to sell an omega, nor did an omega have any choice when it came to being mated. The only purpose of an omega was breeding more alpha pups and keeping the fucking house in order.
That is the natural way of the world. As it has been written since the dawn of time. Omegas had no rights, unmated omegas were not even allowed outside by themselves, being caught is a guaranteed one way ticket to a breeding facility.
Every omega knew this.
Alpha’s had all the power, they were stronger, quicker, and far more intelligent. Simple creatures serve a purpose, and right now the blonde omega who smelled like cinnamon apples and cinnamon rolls was about to learn his.
“Meet me at the courthouse at 10 A.M, bring the Omega, oh and Mitsuki….six figures ..for your kind donation. Don’t be late.” Aggressively pressing the power button he flung his phone onto the small table by the door.
He needed a shower and dry clothes, after all he was getting married in less than eight hours.