That last thought wells inside me:he’s ready to put up a fight for me.
Oscar slips into the kitchen first, and he rolls to a dead stop, studying the scene: midway cooking breakfast together, bare-chested, and my arm is still around Maximoff.
“Redford,” Oscar says, forehead wrinkling as his brows shoot up, “is he wearing your pants?”
I roll my eyes, but my smile is fucking killing me.
“We’ve been together for months,” Maximoff says.
“In my mind it’s been barely two days, and you’re already wearing his?—”
Maximoff cuts him off, “That’s not fucking important right now.”
Oscar sets a hand on the island counter. “Moffy, you’re underestimating how shocked we all are. I haven’t been this whiplashed in a decade.” He looks to me. “You reckless motherfucker, if I hear Alpha call you a maverick one more time over comms, I’m cancelling your Netflix subscription.”
“You don’t have my passwords, Oliveira.” I gave him my passwords at Yale so he could use my HBO, but I changed those a long time ago.
Maximoff drops his arms, about to leave and find Akara, but I catch his wrist to keep him here. My hand slips down into his.
And then Akara enters the huge kitchen, Donnelly and Quinn in tow. Those two hang back at the island bar with Oscar, and the Omega lead nears me.
“Moffy,” Akara says, “you should step out?—”
“No,” I tell Akara. “He should hear.”
Maximoff crosses his arms again.
Akara gestures to my chest. “I’ve spent an accumulative thirty-five hours trying to convince two men that you’re worth keeping around.”Price and Thatcher.
I fixate on the part where he tried to convince them to keep me.“You wanted me to stay? You realize that I selfishly chose a guy over the team?”
Maximoff shoots me a look like I’m digging my grave, but I can’t stop staring at Akara.
“Yeah,” Akara says, “and the four of us on Omega have all had the misfortune of knowing you before you ever joined security.”
Donnelly blows me a middle-finger kiss. At eighteen, I met him at a tattoo shop. He was a seventeen-year-old tattoo apprentice who dropped out of high school, his parents in jail for meth. I let him doa fewof mine. Until he became better, then he inked more, and he used to crash in my dorm at Yale and streak the hallway for shits and giggles.
Oscar, I met at Yale, and then I met his brother Quinn.
And Akara grew up two streets over from me. See, I didn’t take these relationships into account. Because I broke the unbreakable rule. Don’t fuck your client.
“I’m not about to stand here and praise you for an hour,” Akara says. “What you did was shit, but you’re far from incompetent. Alpha and Epsilon see you as a loose canon. The rest of us on Omega, we know you as a good friend.”
I rub my jaw and nod more than a few times. “Thank you.”
Donnelly holds out a hand to Oscar. “We got athank you.Pay up.”
“Fuck you, Farrow,” Oscar says. “Now I owe Donnelly fiftybucks because of your gratitude.”
“Told you not to take that bet, bro,” Quinn says.
I almost smile, but I remember that Akara is only one vote out of three as far as transfers and firing goes. He had to convince either Thatcher or Price to let me stay on the security team and in Omega. He never said he was able to.
Maximoff stays on track. “So what’s his fate?” he asks the Omega lead. “Is he being transferred or fired?”
“Price was a firmfire you. I’m around him a lot. He’s been Daisy Calloway’s bodyguard since he was in his twenties, and he just sees what you did as a violation of the parents’ trust.”
I sink back against the counter. “Fuck,” I mutter.
