Page 17 of Knot My Sin

“Rot in hell, rat,” Shaw says, kicking the beta’s torso across the room.

“You can go fetch him,” I groan. “Grab the buckets.”

Shaw simply smirks as he stomps through the blood, making me roll my eyes.

“Don’t ruin his fun,” Ambrose snickers. “This is basically the only time he smiles.”

It’s true, our alpha is a bit overbearing and grumpy, but it’s part of his charm. His own soft side belongs to our omega.

“Yeah, Everest,” Shaw says, lifting the hunk of flesh and moving it over to a huge bucket to drop it in. The squelching thud doesn’t even bother me anymore, because I’m so used to it.

As the guys grab the pieces left of Barton to take to the pigs, I change my gloves out as I find the bleach and start cleaning up after ourselves. Forty-five minutes later, the scent of bleach is strong, but you’d never know we were here. The guys and I even cleaned up our tools.

Lifting the huge buckets, as we all change our gloves once more for a fresh pair, we walk out of the room and through the halls of the warehouse. Everyone gives us a wide berth, and we’re going to use one of the vans to drive the soon-to-be covered buckets.

Flynn has a very sensitive nose, so we try not to transport bodies inside of our vehicle. We can be accommodating as fuck for him.

“Brutes,” mutters someone under her breath. Corbin has a few alpha females working for him, but they look down on us for killing the way we do.

I love our work, it helps keep the aggressive rage in check that’s part of our nature. Not every alpha is like this, but Ambrose, Shaw, and I have much better control than others.

Baring my teeth and snapping them to scare the shit out of the woman, who jumps a foot in the air, I chuckle as we seal the buckets and secure them in the van.

“Don’t scare the crew,” Corbin teases as he walks up to us. “I meant to ask if you found anything at the auction? I know we’ve all been trying to help Jasper.”

After a drunken night where he told us everything, I encouraged him to reach out to Corbin as well. He has a soft spot for omegas after what happened to his mate. It may be one of the only things that is soft about him after his brother fucked him over.

Crowson’s betrayal runs deep, and we’re still figuring out just how far it goes. He’s been making connections with all of our rivals. Personally, I think we should just kill him, but Corbin isn’t ready to make that step yet.

We have no beef with the British mafia, so it’s not a conflict to assist Jasper, either.

“Flynn may have bought an omega,” I confess, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. I don’t really want it getting around that I have an unbonded omega living with us.

“Really?” Corbin asks, lips twitching. “Impetuous little shit. Why did he do that?”

“We’re still trying to work it out,” Shaw rumbles. “He says he was drawn to her, and couldn’t resist. Instincts are hard to explain.”

Corbin nods, knowing exactly what he means. As a mafia man, instincts keep you alive. As an alpha, they keep us sane. The most miserable alphas are the ones that fight their instincts.

“Yeah,” Ambrose murmurs. “I wish we had better news for Jasper, but we still haven’t found his sister. He’s been looking for her for years. I feel bad for him.”

“He’ll have to find peace with the fact that she’s probably long gone,” Shaw grunts. “Our world isn’t the safest for omegas. People have the oddest ideas about what they’re capable of, almost as if they’re magical. It makes them do stupid shit, like sell their children when they present at the age of ten years of age. Has he asked his parents about this? I didn’t have the heart to ask.”

“They died after his dad crossed the wrong people,” I explain. “He developed a drug problem after he sold his daughter, to the point that his youngest son went to live with Jasper at the age of thirteen. The guilt slowly killed both his parents, and Jasper went to speak to them about Harley because Bentley, his brother, kept telling him their dad was talking about her when he was high.

“His mother had a bullet in the head when Jasper walked into the house, and his dad was dying of several knife wounds. He was skewered to the floor by the blades, spread eagle and naked. Jasper asked his questions, and then left his father to die alone. He’s been looking ever since. That was three years ago.”

“Fuck,” Corbin mutters. “His parents deserved worse. Hope is both a blessing and a burden. Alright, boys. Off you go, then. Take the rest of the day after you feed the pigs, yeah?”

Nodding, my lips twitch as I think about how well the pigs will be eating. Ambrose removed all of Barton’s teeth for fun, grinding them up in front of him as Shaw shaved his head. Barton was a vain fucker, so psychological torture is fun, even if they know they’re going to die.

Climbing into the van, Shaw drives us out to one of the farms Corbin has an understanding with. We feed their pigs well, and the owners look the other way.

God, I can’t wait to get back to Flynn. Leaning against the van, I watch as the pigs eat what is left of Barton greedily.

“Is anyone else hungry?” Shaw asks, watching them. “We ran out the door, and it’s been fucking hours since then. How does pizza sound to everyone?”

Looking up at the sky, I glance at my watch now that I’ve put it back on. The grunts at the warehouse will clean up the van and the buckets, so we’re pretty much done. It’s almost three in the afternoon, so it sounds pretty damn delicious.

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