There’s trauma written on her skin with invisible ink, and only those truly paying attention can read between the lines.
“Cowboys probably have better intentions than we do. Our situation involves cleaning and sanitation,” Nico says. “Our methods aren’t exactly moral, but it gets shit done. Rosa, are you on birth control?”
My hand is hitting my brother in the back of the head before I even register that I moved.
“Our filters appear to be broken,” I apologize.
Rosalia replies at the same time I do, saying, “Why does a virgin need birth control?”
I’m not sure who I pissed off in another life, but I apologize for whatever it is I did. I’m not sure how I ended up with two virgin women we’re supposed to be courting. Honestly, as a beta, do I even need to be fucking with either one of them?
No, I don’t think I do. Pablo’s more than enough for me. Otherwise, I think I’m going to start wearing a cock cage and hand our male omega the key. It certainly wouldn’t be the kinkiest thing my brothers have done, and it’ll remind me that women are too much trouble.
I’ll leave Nico to handle their trauma while I help scourge the earth of the reason for it.
“I’m going to go see how Pablo is doing,” I say, excusing me from the table. “I want to be out of here by nine in the morning at the latest. I’ll make breakfast. Some of us can’t afford to skip meals.”
Rosalia’s fingers tighten on her fork, and I notice the way she stops eating. I’m going to pretend she’s full, because I won’t stop pushing her to admit she needs help.
It doesn’t escape my notice how tightly she’s wound or that now she’s shutting down her emotions. Sometimes, hoping someone bounces back means they don’t process shit because of that expectation to be strong.
I’m being an asshole, and I can feel the hard glances my brothers give me as I rise from the table. I fucking fix things in this family, and I currently feel really helpless. There’s nothing to kill, no one to save, we simply have to sit with the aftermath and all of that is pretty heavy shit.
Walking around from the kitchen, I knock on the bedroom Pablo is in and let myself in. He’s currently picking at his food as well, showing none of us have much appetite.
“I’m hiding,” I grumble, surprising him as I kick off my shoes and strip down to my boxers before climbing into bed with him.
“Ah, okay? Hello to you too,” he mumbles, putting his food to the side as he gazes at me with wide eyes. “Was dinner that bad?”
“There’s nothing I can fix, and everything I hear keeps annoying me.”
“Hmm.”
“Nico is a bad fucking influence.”
Pablo chuckles as he gets comfortable, shrugging a shoulder. There’s a lot of skin on display, and I force myself to stay where I am.
“I’m processing. I didn’t expect you to be in my bed after I swallowed a load of your cum.”
“I figured Ciro and I made it pretty obvious we were interested. We’re moving to a fully furnished rental tomorrow with a big pack bedroom. I turned in the paperwork with Georgia and Michigan stating that Rosalia and you are our omegas. I don’t want any issues down the road.”
“Me?” Pablo asks, slowly remembering he’s an omega. “That’s really fucking trippy. It’s going to take awhile for me to get used to this. I’ve taken an inordinate amount of showers because I can’t stop slicking. Everything fucking makes me aroused. I feel like a prepubescent kid who just figured out his cock gets hard.”
“Those were weird days when we were all going through it at the same time,” I chuckle. “Anytime you need a hole filled, I’m willing to help.”
“This is still so odd,” Pablo groans. “You’ve all ignored me?—”
“Watching you get fucked by Nico is not ignoring you. When you break apart, cry out for him, and come hands free on every surface possible isn’t either.”
Pablo flops onto his back, the back of his hand covering his face to hide it.
“I may have a humiliation and voyeur kink,” I confess. “Watching you feel embarrassed is hot.”
“There’s something seriously wrong with the Domino men.” It’s grumbled half heartedly, and I get up to straddle Pablo’s chest before pushing his arms over his head.
Nico comes into the room, amused as he sees the position Pablo is in.
“I’m frustrated,” he says. “Pick a hole, Dario. I need to fuck this out so I can pretend to be a patient person tomorrow.”
