Page 137 of Knot My Sin

“I’ll get food cooking, and check on our guest,” Shaw says, kissing Flynn on the cheek. “If you’re up to it, why don’t you go help our omega with her hair?”

“Ugh, all of the pins,” he groans. “Wren, let me help!”

Getting up, he walks to the door and pushes it open, where Wren is currently trying to get the hairpins out and crying. Standing, I walk quickly over to her in panic.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” I ask her, eyes wide.

“I was trying to get the pins out, but I didn’t expect my side to be so sore,” she says, her face screwed up in annoyance and pain.

It’s really cute.

Moving to the water, I shut it off, chuckling. “Flynn and I will get these out for you,” I say, getting started on pulling out the pins.

There’s blood in her hair, making me swallow hard as Flynn and I work together. Blood doesn’t ever bother me, but it’s a reminder of how we almost lost her. Her hair slowly releases down her back, a mixture of brown and red twists and curls.

It’ll go back to just being brown once Flynn washes out the blood. Flynn and I exchange a glance before he pulls his shirt up and over his head.

“Come on, Little One,” he says. I turn her around, twisting the fabric of her shirt around my fingers at the hem of it with my brow raised for permission.

At her nod, I lift it over her head, noticing that the bruising is traveling up her side from the taser and her fight with Trey. It’s a myriad of black and purple, making it difficult for her to move.

I drop to my knees to help her undress until she’s naked and able to get into the shower that Flynn turned back on. Blowing out a breath, I leave them to get clean together, knowing Wren is in good hands.

Leaving the bathroom, I find the bedroom is empty, and continue into the hall. Making sure to close the door behind myself, I walk toward the stairs.

“How is she?” Jasper asks, stepping into my path and surprising me. I know he didn’t walk out of thin air since the door to his room is right there, but since I was distracted, I didn’t notice.

“She’s sore,” I tell him honestly. “Flynn and I just helped her get the pins out of her hair, and the bruising up her side is pretty bad.”

“So go easy on the hugs,” he grunts as he falls beside me to continue downstairs.

“Yes,” I say with a smirk.

“I need to get back soon, but what’s the next step?” he asks. “Is Wren safe here?”

“Corbin has his brother under lock and key, and we’ve killed most of the rats at this point,” I admit. “The boss knows he’s going to need new point men while we transition to other positions.”

“That almost sounds like corporate speak for you’re breaking up with him,” Jas teases me. “I don’t think the mafia works like that.”

He knows as well as I do that it doesn’t.

“You’re right, but Corbin can see the writing on the wall, and doesn’t want to lose us,” I rumble. “We’ve been run ragged for years, and he needs more people. The three of us also want to be able to work from home more.”

“You’re lucky that Corbin is willing to do this, but he’s always had a soft spot for your pack,” he admits. “This house is so isolated, it’s good that you’ll be home more.”

“That doesn’t mean Wren isn’t going to want to work either,” I remind him as we walk into the kitchen.

“Aisling has been blowing up Flynn’s phone,” Everest says, chewing a piece of bacon against the counter. “She wants an update on our girl.”

“I figure she won’t believe anything that doesn’t come from Wren,” Shaw says with a shrug. “They bonded hard last night.”

“I saw,” Jas rumbles, amused. “The squealing was adorable. My sister never really had friends growing up, so it was fun to see. She’ll need friends in this life. I’m also not against her working.”

“It’ll be nice for her to have a distraction too,” Shaw murmurs as he makes stuffed chicken breast with spinach and bacon. “She’s going to have a lot to process.”

“Where will they work from?” Jasper asks. “I’m just trying to see if you guys agree with her working from an office building.”

“Why would Aisling need to spend overhead money for a new organization on an office?” Everest asks, looking out the window at our huge backyard. “I can see the perfect space for a cute little she-shed for their business. Shaw, I think we need to go to the store today for supplies.”

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