I turned my head slightly.
Grim stepped in first. Fuse right behind him.
The man’s breathing went shallow when he saw who it was.
I stayed where I was, eyes level, voice calm. “You don’t get last words.”
Grim grabbed him by the collar and hauled him upright just long enough for Fuse to drive a fist into his ribs. The hit was all precision.
He cried out and folded back down, coughing, the zip ties biting into his wrists.
“This is mercy,” I said, not raising my voice. “You walk out of this breathing.”
Another hit. Lower this time.
“And this,” I added, “is so you remember why you won’t ever touch anyone like that again.”
Grim nodded once, and the sound of bone breaking filled the room, and again.
He would find it hard to swing a tire iron with those hands now.
My guys knew where to stop, so I left them to it and went in search of my omega.
I didn’t find him in the common room or the kitchen. I didn’t need to ask anyone where he’d gone. I headed straight for my room.
When I entered the suite, the door to the bedroom was cracked open.
Kellan was on the bed, kicked back against the headboard, with his hoodie on, and mismatched socks. He had the remote in one hand and a blanket pulled halfway over his legs. The TV was on low, on action movie playing explosions, bad dialogue, the kind of thing you didn’t need to pay attention to.
He looked up when I stepped inside.
“Everything go okay?” he asked, like I’d gone to grab a drink.
“It’s done,” I said.
That was all it took.
He nodded, then set the remote aside and sat up a little straighter, watching me cross the room.
I kicked my boots off and sat beside him, close but not crowding him. Kellan shifted and leaned into my side.
Neither of us spoke for a moment.
The movie kept going.
“This is terrible,” I said finally.
He huffed a quiet laugh. “I know. But it’s kind of perfect.”
“For tonight,” I said.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “For tonight.”
I reached for the blanket and pulled it higher, tucking it around his legs. He glanced down at my hand, then back up at me.
“You always this domestic?” he asked.
“Only when I’m exhausted,” I said. “And when I want someone to stay.”
