Page 153 of Knot My Sin

“We’re not breaking up with you,” I say in amusement. “We need positions that allow us to work from home more often than not. It’s not feasible for us to be gone so much from our omegas.”

“Yes,” Shaw grunts. “We almost missed Flynn’s heat last month when it came earlier than expected. We need a shift so we can still fill in to scratch the itch when we need a solid kill, while being able to work from home more.”

“I had to kill my bookkeeper,” Corbin mutters. “There’s a job opening for that.”

“I’m good with numbers,” Everest says. “I’m used to checking the spreadsheets every month so I could see who was behind on their payments.”

“Thank fuck,” Corbin says. “I have trust issues right now, so that’ll help me sleep at night. I’ll send you the files tomorrow. This world is transitioning more and more to emails and telephone calls, and I hate both.”

“I can help with those,” Shaw decides. “I can also phone in for meetings if you’d like.”

Soon, Corbin looks over at me, and I remember the statements that all I’m good at is killing people.

“You’re very good at thinking on your feet,” my boss says. “I want to expand into a few more legitimate businesses, one of them being a nightclub. Can you help me with the research I’ll need to open one?”

Nodding, I agree. “I can do that,” I murmur. “I think I’d enjoy that as well.”

“Thank you for never giving up on me,” Corbin mutters. “It was rough for a few years there. It’s after four in the morning. Time to go home.”

“You going to be okay?” I ask as we stand.

“Absolutely. Tonight was hard, but necessary. I’ll get my head right about it. I’m going to head home too,” he says, leaving half a glass of whiskey alone. “I’ll walk you out.”

Saying goodbye to him, we drive home to Flynn and Wren who are sleeping with Aisling on the couch. They’ve converted the area into a huge bed with pillows and blankets.

“It looks like a very successful slumber party,” I whisper with a grin. They’re so cute.

Retreating quietly, I head into the kitchen because I’m hungry. Shaw and Everest follow, rubbing their stomachs with a wince. Finding a whole pizza in the fridge with a note that it’s ours, I fist pump as I heat it up in the oven.

“Our omega is always taking care of us,” I say happily, handing out cold bottles of beer as we sit around the island.

“He is,” Shaw confirms. “I’m glad Corbin took this so well. I was worried that he’d be upset that we’re changing jobs.”

“He knew at the meeting last week when Flynn and Wren were taken that this was coming,” Everest says softly. “He’s just accepting the writing on the wall.”

Sitting in thought, we eat our pizza and drink our beer, deciding to look toward the future. There’s only good things ahead for us.

30

AMBROSE

The last three weeks have flown by, and now I’m watching Aisling and Wren run around the house as they get ready for tonight’s fundraiser.

“Do we have a name for your organization yet?” I tease them. Aisling glares at me as she goes over her checklist again, and Wren obsessively goes over the guest list on her tablet.

Flynn and Shaw figured a tablet would be easier for her to work with, and they were correct. She’s been navigating it with ease.

“Yes, actually we did,” Wren says, blushing. She’s so busy planning, she never told us the name. “Omega’s Haven is the name of our foundation and organization.”

“That’s perfect,” I agree. “Damn, you two are crushing this. I’m really proud of you.”

Aisling glances up with a surprisingly shy smile.

“I’m so nervous,” she admits. “Jasper has his fighters lined up for tonight, and we’ve sold a hundred and fifty tickets for this. Each person paid three-hundred dollars for their ticket, and then all the profits from bets placed will also go toward the organization. Fuck, I may be sick.”

Wren’s eyes widen and I can see the nerves in her gaze as well.

“Nope, it’s going to be amazing,” I state, shaking my head. Wren gets up and starts to reorganize all of her papers, and I slowly track her movements.

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