Page 18 of Knot My Sin

“I’m in,” I grunt, knowing we’ll have to wait for the pigs to be finished before we can leave. Can’t have anyone coming over to see why they’re in a feeding frenzy.

“Fuck yes,” Ambrose groans, rubbing his stomach. “God, I’m starving. Do you think Flynn found the omega yet, by chance?”

My lips press together as I think about that. I’ve been trying to ignore our little problem as much as possible.

“I need to check in with him anyway,” I murmur, pulling out my phone. Unlocking it, my fingers fly across the keyboard to text him.

Me: Hey, we’re almost done here, babe. The guys and I are starving. How do you feel about pizza?

I’m apparently still avoiding the topic as I watch the bubbles of text begin to pop up.

Flynn: Pizza sounds amazing. My usual?

I was hoping he’d just tell me if he found her or not. Dammit. Frowning, I text him back.

Me: You got it. Did you find the omega or am I going to have to worry about getting my throat cut in my sleep?

I don’t truly believe the girl is even capable of it, but appearances can be deceiving.

Flynn: You’re kidding right? This girl has a death wish, and I had to hide all of the sharp objects, baby. I’m pretty sure the omega is more scared of you than anything.

Hmm.

Me: Where is she now?

I don’t want to be a dick, but I don’t think Flynn should be getting chummy with her. She’s only with us until we can figure out what the fuck to do with her.

“You’re awfully quiet there, Everest,” Ambrose observes. “Did he find her or not?”

“Yeah, Amb, he found her. Apparently Flynn bought a suicidal omega,” I grunt. “I don’t really want to babysit when I get home.”

“What do you mean by that?” Shaw asks, his body stiffening. I can feel how tightly he’s coiled, and glance at him, concerned.

We’ve all been a little weird about this girl, but no one ever gets under Shaw’s skin.

“He made a comment about hiding all of the sharp objects, is all,” I explain. “I don’t know much more than that.”

Flynn: I gave her a room on the main floor to sleep in. The basement is too damn cold. I can’t believe you put her there, Everest.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “Flynn gave her a room on the main floor, which I’m fine with, but he’s a little upset I left her in the basement.”

“Not one of your finest moments,” Shaw admits. “We all forgot her in the SUV yesterday, too. We’re all self-sufficient people. I don’t want to have to take care of an omega princess after a long day of killing this asshole.”

Leaning forward, I see the pigs have done their job, and there’s nothing left of Barton.

“Well, the asshole is now being digested. Let’s drop the van off with the buckets and get home,” I tell them, moving away from the pen. “Flynn wants his usual pizza.”

“Should we ask if she wants any?” Ambrose asks, wincing. My brows rise in surprise, and he simply opens his arms to explain. “Whether we want another omega or not, we have one until we figure out what to do with her.”

“Toss her out into the woods,” Shaw mutters. “If she has a death wish, she’s free to go die somewhere else.”

Ambrose huffs in annoyance as he climbs into the van ahead of me, and it’s clear that Amb is going to continue this as Shaw lumbers into the driver seat. I can’t say I’m not mildly entertained right now.

“Okay, but hear me out. Can we at least maybe feed her before we throw her out?” he asks, making me bark out a laugh.

“What the fuck do you feed a half starved omega anyway?” Shaw complains.

“She seemed to really like my cheese, so maybe a cheese pizza?” Amb asks with a lopsided grin.

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