I would love to say they’re wrong, I simply live by a different code. I’m able to smile genuinely to get what I want, I’m manipulative, and my neurodivergent justice meter marches to the beat of its own drummer.
That’s why I’m currently sneaking off property because what do you mean they rejected their mate? I want to meet her, and it sounds as if the assholes hurt the woman. My adopted brothers aren’t the best around people, and if they could crawl up Dylan Behan’s asshole, they would.
Whenever he demands that they jump, they ask how high. Since I’m the wild card, Dad doesn’t expect as much from me. In fact, he ignores me until he needs my very specific skill set.
While my brothers don’t enjoy killing, I do. I would much rather use my knives to carve out my messages on the skin of our enemies and then my gun to blow out their brains. Afterwards, I’ll deliver the dead man to their location with flair. There are so many questions running through my mind as I lift the keys to one of the guards’ vehicles and leave the estate through the front gate.
I learned early on how to override the security systems, and I’m careful to monitor any changes that may be made. Maddox is a seriously paranoid fucker, and often attempts to track mymovements. I’m not saying that he doesn’t have reason to be, though.
I don’t even need to know what direction to go in, because I manage to catch up to Pack Dray’s vehicle. I ensure that I don’t follow too closely, and then glide past the house to find a way on property through a back entrance. It’s pure dumb luck, but the universe has always been good to me.
There is security crawling through the woods as I begin to hike in, and I decide that I’m definitely not coming back this way. I would much rather break into the neighbor’s property and leave that way. These mafia men are just as paranoid as my brothers.
Fuck me, why can’t they be a little lighter on the paranoia?
The backyard is wide open, without a single person in sight. I can see the large house across from me, and the cute little cottage. Making a dash for the cottage, I go around to the back door and use my lock picks to unlock it. Easing it open, I wonder if the ice blonde haired man was telling the truth about how he and Olivia drank tequila together.
If it is, I might get lucky and find her passed out from alcohol overindulgence. My teeth worry my bottom lip as I ease my way inside, making sure that I lock back up behind me.
I hope she didn’t kill herself.I don’t want a dead omega, and the thought has me check every corner of the cottage as if she’s hiding underneath a table or some shit.
“Get a grip,” I mutter, moving through the small living room. There are blankets and pillows on the ground as if someone had their own pity party, and I wonder how badly my brothers hurt her.
There are three abandoned purple shot glasses on the ground as well, and they almost disappear against the brightly colored blankets. The house smells like angel cake, making my mouth water as I continue into the bedroom.
The bed is made, and everything appears untouched. If I was an omega, where the fuck would I be?
I hear a sound come from the closet, and my hand immediately moves toward my knife sheath against my hip. I left the house wearing a long sleeved brown shirt, jeans and boots, and riddled with weapons. It’s nowhere near warm enough for this, but I wasn’t really thinking about comfort.
I just want to look at her, and see if she’s someone I want to keep or not.
Moving slowly toward the closet, I find it’s already open. Making a face, I drop to my knees and find a small crawl space that looks out into the closet. There’s a woman curled up inside it with blankets almost covering her entire body. Her hand clutches a tequila bottle, and I realize that the noises I’ve been hearing are her whimpers.
Olivia’s eyes are semi open, and I can see her eyes moving rapidly beneath her lids. She’s fast asleep, and if I were a betting man, I would say she’s in the throes of a nightmare.
“No,” she whines, her foot kicking out to fight against something.
There’s more to this woman than meets the eye, and every word the Irish mafia members stated runs back through my mind. She’s been hurt before, and my brothers fucked up and dug the knife of life deeper into her heart.
Snarling in anger, I watch as she attempts to escape whatever nightmare she’s having and slides off the wall and onto the soft carpet. Catching the tequila bottle before it spills, I make a face as I find the discarded cap. The fall doesn’t seem to help pull her to consciousness even as it frees her from the blankets, and I crawl toward her.
My fingers push her hair out of her face, and my breath freezes in my lungs as I gaze down at Olivia. Her light brown hair is incredibly soft, and her eyelashes dust along her cheeks asshe settles into a deeper sleep. Her breaths are deeper too, and I wonder if she can sense me.
I’m not a comforting presence for anyone other than Aled typically. My knuckles brush over her cheek, and I want to lay down next to her. My original plan is morphing at a rapid pace. Scooping her body into my arms, I stand, frowning at her slight weight.
I think my perception is skewed because the only person I wrestle with is Aled, and that’s typically done while naked. Her clothes are soft and mold to her curves, making me decide that I’ll need to check what sizes the tags of her clothing are so I can buy her more.
I know her family is attached to her, but that’s too fucking bad. Something inside of me is screaming that she’s mine despite the fact that I’m not an alpha. This explains more of why Maddox didn’t want me to know Olivia existed.
She reminds me of a doll. I would love it if she truly enjoys drinking while discussing the murder of her enemies, but gazing at her, I think the blonde alpha may have been talking out of his ass. Tears are drying on her lashes and skin, showing how torn up she is about the rejection.
My brothers are idiots, and I’m going to insist that they grovel at her feet while I make her scream with orgasms. I need her to know that she’s needed and wanted, so I can then find out how to give her the world.
I wish I could purr for Olivia, but I can’t. Holding her tightly against me, I walk lightly out of the room, freezing as a knock sounds at the door.
“Fuck,” I breathe, glad there are curtains over the windows.
“Mom? Are you awake?” a woman asks. While I’m terrible with names, I remember that this must be Cerenity. I only know this because of how pretty I thought the name was while I eavesdropped.
