Page 139 of Knot My Sin

Wren glances at us, and I nod. It’s her house too.

“That’s fine. I’ll have Flynn text you the address now. Be safe,” Wren says.

Biting my lip, I think about that.

“Do you want one of us to pick you up?” I ask Aisling. “I’m dropping Jasper back at his car today, it wouldn’t be any trouble.”

“No, I’ll be good, thanks. Dad has bulletproof glass on the SUV windows, and I’m bringing my gun and knife. See you later, Wren!”

Shaking my head as the call disconnects, I watch as Flynn takes the phone and texts her.

“Let’s eat, and we can plan for Hurricane Aisling,” Shaw teases as he brings the plates to the kitchen table by the large front window.

Rolling her eyes, Wren walks over to sit. I am noticing she’s a lot more comfortable around us, and it makes me stop worrying that she’s going to leave us for some reason. I shouldn’t be thinking this at all, but our life is a lot. A part of me still will worry until I’m bonded with her.

Crowded around the table, we tuck into our food, and I have to admit it hits the spot.

“You should cook more, Shaw,” I say as I swallow. “Flynn’s food is always delicious, but this is really fucking good.”

“It is,” Flynn says with a nod. “We need to make this again.”

Wren takes another bite making a happy sound, which is adorable. Jasper sneaks peeks at her, and I can’t imagine being away from someone for so long. His sister is a completely different person now.

“So it sounds like you’re going into business with your new best friend,” Shaw says as he eats. Wren’s eyes widen as she takes a bite, nodding because her mouth is now full.

“Would you be okay working from the house if you had a dedicated space for it?” Everest asks. “It would lower your overhead, and you’d be able to help more people.”

“Can we help with start-up costs?” Flynn asks. “I think it’s amazing that you’re doing this.”

“I want to do this on my own merit, but I don’t know how much it’s going to take to get this off the ground,” she sighs. “There’s so many things that omegas need.”

“Have a fundraiser,” Jasper says. “People will open their pocketbooks for a fancy party and a good cause.”

“It’s Minnesota, they also like their fights,” I remind him.

Jasper rolls his eyes, grunting. “Okay, we can set up an underground fight, and have the winnings from the betting go toward the non-profit Wren and Aisling are starting.”

“Wait, what’s happening right now?” Wren asks, confused.

“Your brother is now the manager for a lot of very talented underground fighters,” I explain. “Most of it is in Illinois, but would your boss be willing to lend some fighters to the cause?”

“Yeah, I’ll ask him. We don’t fuck with the auctions or skin trades either,” Jas says. “Tommy knows why I’m against it, and it’s never been a palatable source of income for him. He’s got little sisters, one of whom is an omega. He always complains about lack of services, so I think he’d be interested in helping.”

“Yeah?” Wren asks with wide eyes.

“Yep, give me a second. I’ll clear it with him now,” he says, eating his last bite of food before he stands. “This was really fucking good, Shaw.”

“Glad to hear it,” my alpha says, color rising in his cheeks. His cooking isn’t something people usually compliment him on.

Jasper steps out of the kitchen to call Tommy, and I raise my brow at my omega.

“That’s one thing checked off,” I say, smiling. “The next thing is where you’ll work.”

“We probably don’t need much space,” she says, confused.

“Omegas need their own space, Wren,” Flynn reminds her gently. “Aisling may stab one of us otherwise.”

Wren snickers, because she knows it’s true.

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