I was under the impression that Kane was going to take over, maybe put some of his men in charge until the place got up and running.
But after finding out we had a little sister, I knew I couldn’t just turn my back on this MC again. This was my home, and not all my memories were bad.
These people deserve a second chance. They never asked to live in these conditions, to live a life like they have been.
So, when Kane asked me to take the president role, I agreed. I don’t know what possessed me to do so, seeing as how just weeks before we were planning on running far away from this place and never looking back.
With our father dead, we don’t have to run. Ian made it known that he wanted to stay if we could, and now we have an Omega to worry about.
At first, I fucking hated the idea of having an Omega. Hated her for coming into our lives and changing everything. I didn’t want an Omega at this point. I wanted to be long gone from here, set up in our new life, and then meet someone once we were settled.
Life has a funny way of pushing us in the direction of our destiny.
Now, the idea of not having Nova in our lives fills me with a rage I’ve never felt. I’m not ready to let the little brat know this, but I’m fucking obsessed with her. I’ve fallen so damn hard for her. I fucking hate it. But at the same time, it thrills me.
I don’t know how to be a sweet and loving Alpha, it’s not who I am. Part of me always worried that it might be a deal breaker when finding an Omega. I know how to protect and provide, that's what I’m good at.
With Nova, I don’t think it's an issue. We crave the push and pull, the fighting, pissing one another off, picking and poking. She’s been in our lives for almost two months, and I don’t think that’s ever going to change.
Good, because I don’t want it to.
Now that we’re staying, and we’ve taken on rebuilding the MC, our lives have changed in a huge way. I hate that we haven’t really gotten a chance to bond as a pack with so much on our plate.
Ian cut back at the bakery, something I know he’s dying to go back to.
Will put his manager in charge at the autobody shop to take on more responsibilities as my second in command. I’m grateful for it, but hope he can get back to doing what he really loves.
I don’t want my brothers to give up their passions to help me. It was my choice to take this on, not theirs.
As for me, I’m a freelance killer, and I pick and choose the jobs I take. I love my job. The thrill of watching the life leave some evil fucker’s eyes never gets old.
I’m good at what I do, and everyone knows it. A lot of powerful people try to hire me and I turn them all down, for the most part. Because I have rules. No women, unless they’re monsters, no children, and only people who deserve to die.
Don’t fuck with me about wanting to kill your boss because he won’t give you that raise, or take your husband out because he cheated on you with the nanny. Get a fucking new job, or a divorce.
People are so damn careless when it comes to human life.
There’s only ever been one person I’ve wanted to kill, and that was my father. Sadly, he’s dead and I fucking wish it was me who put that bastard six feet under.
Now I sit in my living room, looking at my Omega as she tells us the events of today. About how the fucking cop tookmy fucking Omega off the god damn street and threw her into the back of his unmarked police car? Yeah he’s a close fucking second. And that motherfucker who felt like he had the right to interrogate my woman? He might be my third.
“Wait, so did he outright ask you if we were involved in anything illegal?” Will asks.
She’s sitting in the middle of the couch between Will and Ian, petting a sleeping Duchess on her lap. Meanwhile I’m holding Petunia.
Listen, I will never admit to it, but the little rat thing is growing on me, okay? If you squint real hard, she’s kind of cute. Like one of those ugly dogs, or flat face cats.
I didn’t ask for this. The little shit just attached herself to me and never lets go. Her foot healed a while ago and now she’s our pet and lives like a damn princess. She still hisses at Nova but the stubborn Omega ignores it, smothering her with love anyways.
“Well, no,” Nova answers.
“What did he ask?”
“At first, he told me I was asked to come in because I guess my whore of a mother put out a missing persons report on me. Like, hello? I’m not missing, I’m right here.” Nova rolls her eyes.
Ian snorts and Nova glares at him.
“It’s not funny!” she huffs. “I was snatched off the street, okay? Contrary to what you might believe, I don’t actually like being kidnapped,” she mutters.
