Page 82 of Knot My Sin

The guys come over with their heads, and I pull off my gloves to throw them in the trash. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I open the camera in selfie mode.

“One photo, and then this silliness is over,” I grunt as we all grin with our decapitated heads. The smiles are stained with blood, there’s thick red color in our hair, clothes, and splattered across our faces.

It was a damn good execution. Taking the photo, I chuckle at how ridiculous our lives are.

“Let’s clean up and go see our omegas. Fuck, we need to dispose of the bodies as well,” I groan, moving over to hanging corpses.

A knock on the heavy steel door sounds, making me turn and draw my gun. No one should be disturbing us.

“Yeah?” I ask.

Opening the door, Corbin pops his head in. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. It looks like it went well?”

“Yeah, just finishing but we need to clean up,” I explain.

Shaking his head, he turns and yells, “Zack, Liam, get your asses over here!”

I hear running before Corbin opens the door wide to show two young men in front of us. They can’t be any older than we were when we first started officially working for the mafia at eighteen.

“They’re done with the room. You’re to scrub it clean and then feed the bodies to the incinerator. Grind anything that remains and bag it up. I’ll take care of it. Understood?” Corbin asks.

“Yes, Sir,” they bark, eyes wide as they take in the room.

Shrugging, I decide to go with it. They need to learn what they’re in for.

“Thanks, guys,” I tell them, walking out of the room with Everest and Amb. The men in the warehouse stare at us with wide eyes as we walk through to the office Corbin keeps.

“A bit dramatic, but it’s good to keep them on their toes,” Corbin says with a dark chuckle as we enter. “Clothes and towels are in the bathroom. Clean up, and there will be whiskey when you get out. Please, don’t fuck too loudly if you need a celebratory bang.”

Snorting, I shrug and decide to do just that as I follow my pack mates into the bathroom. It’s nice to be important enough to be able to do whatever you want. Even if it is fucking my mouthy alpha’s tight hole in the shower. Everest’s moans were amazing as the blood rinsed from his body, and Amb sucked his cock.

Yep, a celebratory fuck is exactly what we needed.

18

EVEREST

Ifeel relaxed as Shaw pulls into the driveway at our home hours later. He fucked my ass and ruined it, teasing me with his knot while Amb sucked the soul from my cock. I can’t take a knot like our omegas can, but God do I enjoy riding that line between pain and pleasure. It’s why I need my pack, they each fill a place in my heart.

Getting out of the vehicle, we stroll up to the front door.

“So how are we going to show her?” I ask. I’m really excited about our handiwork. I personally thought my Penis Picasso was the best, but art is too damn subjective.

“Let’s ask her if she’d like to see the photos first,” Shaw suggests as he unlocks the door.

The alarm is set, so we turn it off since we’re home now.

“We’re home,” Amb calls out with a smirk as we walk further into the house.

I can smell lemon and custard in the living room, our omegas’ scents heavy in the air. Drawn like bees to honey, the three of us chuckle when I see them cuddled in the blankets on the couch making out.

“Did you take care of each other while we were gone?” I ask with a grin. I want to go down and cuddle too, but I need to pull off my weapons and put them away. Ugh, I probably need another shower too to shower off our nefarious deeds.

There’s an epidemic of traitors and misformation on the rise, and I feel as if it’s not going to get any better until Corbin and his brother hash things out.

“I did,” Flynn says smugly as he kisses Wren’s shoulder. “I lost track of the orgasms.”

“I could feel them,” Shaw snorts. “I’m glad you two had fun. Do you want to see your courting presents, or is it enough to know that Mark, Craig, and Bruce died screaming?”

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