Page 152 of Knot My Sin

Crowson wanted to destroy us, and everyone we associate with.

Slowly, we lose members of our audience as we leave our humanity at the door. We have a job to do, and squeamish alphas don’t fit our duties. The killer in me is demanding bloodshed and violence, and won’t stop until I get it.

I can tell my pack brothers feel the same as we take turns exacting our pounds of flesh. The acid is a fun touch as I pull down Crowson’s boxers, pouring it all over his cock and knot.

“You’ll never need these again,” I say in a sing-song voice. The smell is terrible, and an alpha stumbles out of the warehouse to puke.

Fuck yeah.

Glancing at Shaw, he nods. We have all the information we need, now it’s time to see if Corbin has anything to ask him. We’ve been torturing his brother for the past six hours, keeping him awake and conscious.

“Corbin, do you want to ask him anything before we end this?” Shaw asks.

Stepping forward, Corbin stares dispassionately at his brother.

“Was all of this worth it?” he rasps. “We both lost Hillary, you fucking bastard.”

“You didn’t lose your mind the way I did!” Crowson roars. “Why?! Did you not love her enough?”

“Hillary was my entire world,” Corbin whispers. “I have responsibilities that wouldn’t allow me to fall apart.”

I remember the nights we pulled him away from the whiskey bottle and put him to bed while he mourned. Corbin Murphy lost his heart when his omega died. Crowson turning his back on him too should have been more than he could handle.

Instead, even while his eyes are red rimmed, Corbin is holding it together well. We’ll have to watch him over the next few weeks to ensure he doesn’t decide to eat his gun.

Fuck me.

“Let’s end this, boys,” Corbin sighs. “Executioner’s choice.”

Nodding, the three of us pull out our guns from our holsters. We’re done playing. Pulling the trigger together into Crowson’s skull, there’s a collective sigh of relief from the crowd.

“Someone clean this up!” Corbin calls out, and three men step forward to pull him down and dispose of the body. It appears our boss is already cultivating new grunt men.

I’m oddly okay with this.

Throwing our tools into a large container, we begin cleaning them. Once they’re also dried, each item is put away in our duffel bags. Picking up our things, I raise my brow at my boss and then remember we’re still wearing our masks. In another bag in the boss’ office are changes of clothes for us.

“Let’s chat,” Corbin grunts at us. Raising his voice, he thanks the heads of the mafia families for witnessing this execution, and sends them all home.

Pulling off our masks, we’re surprisingly free of blood.

“Just a second,” Cian says, walking over to us quickly. “I just wanted to confirm that Aisling is staying with you tonight.”

Nodding, I pull out my phone to check it. Flynn sent us several photos over the course of the night, and smiling, I hand my phone to Cian to show him.

Blowing out a breath, Cian smiles as he sees Aisling’s photo with Wren and Flynn as they take a bite of a brownie together.

“Good. Thank you again for warning me off that snake,” he grunts. “I only went on a couple of dates with the woman, but I let her around my kid. I need to be more careful about who I spend my time with. I’ve only had Aisling in my life for a couple of months, it’s been a rough transition.”

“It’s not every day you find out you have a grown daughter,” I remind him. “Aisling is wonderful, and she’s made fast friends with Flynn and Wren.”

“You’re doing the best you can,” Shaw agrees. “I think she knows that as well. Aisling is safe at our home, you don’t need to worry about her.”

Saying goodbye to the alpha, we head to Corbin’s office, where he’s waiting for us.

Pulling on shirts, we don’t bother to change as we sit down to speak with him.

“I always knew I wouldn’t be able to lean on the three of you forever,” Corbin says, pouring himself a drink. “You’ve kept our family safe, taken out the trash, and helped keep me honest.”

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