Page 149 of Knot My Sin

Following Wren to the front door with our bags, we kiss Flynn goodbye, who was pulled out of the kitchen by the sound of the bell.

“It’s Aisling,” Flynn murmurs against my lips as Wren opens the door.

“I know, baby boy,” I say, devouring his lips one more time. Damn, this is one of those times that I would be much happier staying at home. Usually I’m all for scratching the itch to kill people.

At least I’m not on clean up duty tonight. I just have to clean up my own toys and have a heart to heart with my boss about how we can’t be his main enforcers anymore. Fuck, this is gonna suck.

When Flynn whines, I pull away.

“We’ll be fine,” I remind him and myself, turning to face Aisling.

After she hugs Wren hello, she pulls away to point at me.

“You,” Aisling practically growls, making me raise my brows.

“Fuck, what did I do, Aisling?” I ask her, giving her a signature smirk.

“Don’t pretend,” she snarls, dropping her overnight bag on the floor. I kind of forgot she was spending the night, which shows how out of it I’ve been today.

“I really don’t?—”

Aisling cuts me off as she stalks past Wren, glaring up at me.

“Did you know my father is single again?” she asks.

“I have no idea how that could have happened,” I tell her, completely unable to hold back my grin. I may have gotten in the man’s ear about how his girlfriend has been treating Aisling when I called him.

I meant it when I said that I protect our people.

“Thank you,” Aisling says, clasping her hands in front of herself. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

“We protect our own,” I tell her. “Even from body shaming betas.”

“Fuck yes,” she giggles. “I feel slightly bad, though.”

“You shouldn’t,” Amb says, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. “Your father is much better off. He dodged a bullet.”

Nodding, we say goodbye to our omegas and Aisling, trudging out to the car.

“Alright boys, let’s get this over with. It’s gonna be a long fucking night,” I say, sighing.

“I packed acid and the traitor brand,” Amb says with a wink as he tosses his bag in the back seat.

“Fuck yeah!” Everest whoops, helping boost my spirits.

“Sounds like a party,” I admit, getting into the SUV as they climb in too.

If this is going to be one of our last big torture jobs for the boss, we may as well go out in style.

FLYNN

The house feels really quiet now that my alphas are gone.

“I’m glad you’re here,” I say with a smile. “I decided to make pizza from scratch and chocolate chunk brownies. Want to come hang out in the kitchen while I cook?”

“Absolutely,” she says with a grin. “Where should I leave this?”

Aisling gestures to her bag, and I point to a chair.

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