Page 16 of Knot My Sin

My body is practically vibrating with energy as I walk slowly back into the kitchen and begin cleaning. The dishes, countertops, sink, baseboards, nothing escapes a good scrubbing as I clean.

Making my way through the kitchen, next I clean the hallway bathroom, my nose twitching from how hard I attempt to scent her. Frustrated, I curl up on the comfortable coach in the living room, watching trash television to pass the time.

Wren doesn’t come out of the bedroom, and I grow bored, deciding to catch a rare catnap on the couch. I have more questions about this omega than before, all of them bouncing in my mind as I toss and turn.

Little omega, I need to know your secrets. I need to know them, even if I hate myself after prying them away from you.

5

EVEREST

The rat is screaming well for us. Unfortunately, he also just pissed his pants.

“Gross,” I mutter, picking up a new knife. “If you’re going to steal from the boss and try to sell our secrets, the least you could do is hold your bladder, Barton.”

“You don’t understand, he made me do it,” he whimpers.

Shaw rolls his eyes, gazing dispassionately at Barton who is currently tied to the chair in front of us, sitting in a puddle of piss. I swear, we’ve only managed to remove a few fingernails and broken a kneecap. Fucking weak.

“Who made you do it?” I ask. I am supposed to be getting intel out of him after all. Corbin stands against the wall with his arms crossed, frowning.

“Crowson,” Barton whispers.

Fuck.

Corbin and Crowson were pack brothers once, in love with the same omega. Everything was fine until she died, and Crowson blamed Corbin since a rival of ours kidnapped and tortured her. It looks like there’s still trouble between brothers.

“What did he promise you?” Corbin asks, his voice dead.

I hate seeing him like this. The two of them were thick as thieves, even if Crowson’s work was all legitimate. He’s a big city lawyer, at least he was before Hillary died.

“I need money,” Barton says. “I’m in a lot of debt, funny enough to him. He brought my debt to the attention of the casino I also owe money to, and threatened my family.”

“I wish you’d come to me,” Corbin rasps, shaking his head. “You know I would have taken care of you. Now… I’m very disappointed.”

“Boss, I’m sorry!” Barton yells, crying. Shaking my head, I’m kind of sad my fun is going to be cut short. Well, it really depends on whether or not Corbin wants to give him a clean death

He promised us a long, bloody night. It’s barely been a couple of hours.

“There is no mercy for rats,” Corbin intones. “None! This family works off of trust and loyalty, and you’ve broken both for a man who wants to destroy me.”

I meet Corbin’s red-rimmed eyes as he blows out a breath. I know this hurts him, but I can also see the truth in his gaze.

“I don’t want anyone to be able to recognize him by the time you’re done with him,” he growls. “I’m not just talking teeth, I want him to be mangled meat for the pigs!”

Corbin stalks over to Barton, spitting in his face before leaving the room. Shrugging, I drop the knife and pick up a blow torch.

“I wonder if your cock will still burn even while you’re covered in piss,” I say with a grin, grabbing my protective glasses. I have an omega at home waiting for me to come back whole, after all.

I studiously ignore the fact that I have two at home and I turn on the torch as I walk over to Barton.

“Take your punishment like a man, beta,” Ambrose snickers as he grabs Barton's greasy hair to make him watch. Thankfully, we’re all wearing our work boots and dark gloves. It’s gonna get messy.

My unhinged smile is all Barton sees as the flame lights up his pants, and the pussy passes out just as we get to the good part. Shaw dumps water over the beta’s head, careful not to get it on his pants, laughing as Barton screams.

We are what goes bump in the night, but sometimes we do our best work in the light of day, too.

My lips twist in mock sadness at the chunks that are left of Barton hours later.

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