Page 151 of Knot My Sin

“Yes!” she exclaims. “On the other hand, he wants me to allow alphas to court me, and I’m dragging my feet.”

“Personal question? You’re welcome to tell me to go fuck myself,” I tell her, making Wren and Aisling smirk.

“Go for it,” she says, granting permission for me to be nosey.

“Have you had your first heat yet?” I ask her.

“Nope,” Aisling says. “I didn’t eat much the last two years because I was always barely breaking even, which made my body stave off my heat, I think.”

Nodding, I think about how normal that is. “I started dating around eighteen,” I tell her. “Pack Mohan was the first pack I met.”

“How fortuitous,” she murmurs. “Maybe I’ll reach out to Hollis and go through her dating service. I’ll call it homework for what the steps are, so I can see how they can be applied for our Center. Someone should properly go through the process to address any concerns, it may as well be me.”

The omega doth protests too much.

“That’s very noble of you,” I say before I break out into laughter. Aisling elbows me as she snorts, while Wren buries her face in my shoulder as she snickers. Together, we crack up under the sky as the sun slowly starts its descent.

We’re interrupted by my phone alarm, signaling that the pizza is ready. The wiggling and rolling necessary to get out of the swing is hysterical, but finally we’re on our feet, my alarm is switched off, and we head inside.

“I insist on getting all of the details on your dating experiment,” I say as I pull the oven door open to slide out the pizza trays.

“You’ll get a blow by blow experience,” Aisling promises. We clearly have a case of the giggles, because the three of us fall apart laughing.

Damn, this is one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time already, and the sun is just starting to disappear behind the trees.

Who would have thought I needed more estrogen in my life?

AMBROSE

Mafia families have their own way of doing things. Thankfully we’re not stuffy when it comes to doling out punishments.

The heads of the families stand in the warehouse, ready to bear witness to Crowson Murphy’s sins. The man of the hour is stripped naked to his boxers, strung up on chains. Shaw, Everest, and I stand in black masks that forever smile, wearing only our jeans. We decided it would be easier to clean up later this way.

Shaw steps forward, making the first cut across his chest with a sharp knife.

“You’ve been found wanting by our court of law, even as lawless as we are,” he intones.

Smirking, I stab Crowson in the fleshy area of his thigh, ensuring that I miss all major arteries. It still hurts, judging by his hiss of pain.

“You turned your back on your brother due to greed, and now you will suffer as we are tasked with finding out how deep your betrayal lies,” I state.

Twisting the knife deep into his thigh, I smirk as he grits his teeth. It'll only get worse from here.

Picking up the brand, Everest heats it with the blow torch he packed. All Crowson can see are vacant eyes and wide smiles, and I see the exact moment he begins to lose his nerve.

“Corbin!” he roars. Crowson can’t see his brother because the spotlight over his head is so bright, which is being done on purpose. He doesn’t get to beg for a reprieve.

Not after what he did.

“Your brother can’t help you,” Everest taunts, waving the blowtorch over the brand theatrically.

One of the alphas clears his throat uncomfortably, but Everest ignores him, waiting until the brand is red hot before he presses it against Crowson’s chest.

The alpha screams, losing control of his bladder as I snicker.

Perfect. We’re just getting started.

Together, Everest, Shaw, and I pull information from Crowson as we have our fun torturing him. We find out that he had had plans to poison the family water wells, sell certain omega daughters into the auctions, and lace the alpha pheromone blockers we create and sell with large quantities of fentanyl.

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