Page 7 of Knot My Sin

“I hate all boxers,” I remind him, wrinkling my nose. All three of my alphas groan at the reminder that I’m commando right now, and Shaw tosses his jacket haphazardly over the omega’s shoulders before picking her up.

It should bother me to see someone else in his arms, and I don’t know why it doesn’t. Shaking my head at how unsettled I feel by the questions I have about this girl, I follow behind Shaw with Ambrose and Everest flanking me on either side.

Little girl, I don't know what it is about you, but I am willing to poke and prod until I have all the answers.

My alphas may be the ones who enjoy bloodshed, but I’m willing to get my hands dirty if the situation calls for it.

SHAW

This girl barely weighs anything as she lays curled tightly in my arms. I hate to admit it, but my sexy red-headed omega is right. It’s too damn cold for this girl to be out in lingerie in this weather.

It may not be snowing in May, but I can still see my breath in front of me as I walk. The omega in my arms is quiet, her eyes vacant even as she shivers.

“Little omega, we’re leaving the auction now. You’re safe,” I tell her gruffly. I’m shit at being sweet to anyone, and the girl shudders violently against me. The collar is stark and ugly against her skin, and I have to agree that it needs to come off.

God, please don’t let her have a seizure or some shit right now. I don’t know what to do with a female omega, since I’ve been with my pack for years. Ambrose, Everest, and I started working together for Corbin when we turned eighteen as his enforcers, and then met Flynn on a blind date of all things about two years later. We’ve been together for about ten years now.

I never imagined things would turn out as perfectly as they did when we found out that Flynn was Ambrose and Everest’s scent match. I was immediately attracted to the gorgeous red-head with his shy smile and beautiful bright green eyes. While I would have loved to have been his scent match, it wasn’t necessary for me to want to bond with him.

Ambrose breaks from our close huddle as we walk to our SUV, hurrying forward to unlock our vehicle and open the truck.

“I’m bonded to cavemen,” Flynn sighs. “I know you’re mob men and all, but are we really shoving little omegas in the trunk?”

“It’ll be a first for me, I assure you,” I say drolly, tossing her gently into the space.

Unfortunately, I have more strength than most, and she flies through the air, grunting as she rolls several times before slamming into the seats in front of her. The little omega doesn’t move an inch, and Flynn’s jaw may hit the ground if he doesn’t lift it.

Fuck.

“Well, she’s in the car now,” I say with a chuckle, mostly to cover the pinch in my chest as I step back to close the trunk. My eyes never leave the girl who doesn’t move an inch as I shut the door, making me swallow hard. “Who else is ready to get home after this shittastic day?”

Flynn glares at me as he mutters to himself, opening the back door to climb inside, lips twisting in a grimace, I shrug at Ambrose and Everest who just snicker at me. I’ll make it up to my omega later, that is if he doesn’t decide that he dislikes having the girl around after all and asks me to kill her.

I would snap her neck if he asked me to without hesitation. God, why does that feel so wrong though?

Feeling conflicted, I get into the driver seat as Ambrose sits next to Flynn and Everest pulls open the passenger side to sit next to me.

“I’m so ready to get home,” I say, sighing. “I didn’t see anyone who could be Jasper’s sister, did you?”

I don’t bother to lower my voice, because I’m pretty sure I managed to knock the poor girl out. Turning on the vehicle, I put it into reverse to pull out of my parking spot.

“It’s so hard to tell,” Everest says, blowing out a breath. He takes out his phone, opening it to where we all have a photo saved of little Harley Rivers. Her wide smile is missing a tooth, and the image is so dark it’s hard to see what color her eyes are.

Her brother says they’re hazel, so we have to take his word for it. She’s tiny for a ten year old, and the thought of what she’s been through the last ten years turns my stomach. God, ten fucking years.

Taking a weak breath, I shake my head as I start driving toward the highway.

“I don’t know how much longer we can keep doing this,” I admit. “So many things could have happened to that little girl.”

“How do we break it to Jasper, though?” Flynn whispers. “I always think about how if I had different parents, that could have been me, guys.”

“It isn’t though,” Ambrose growls, his arm wrapping around Flynn’s shoulders. “It never will be, either.”

My mood is dark as I drive home, and when I’m about twenty minutes away, I hear movement in the trunk. Flynn twists in his seat to look over his shoulder, checking on the other omega.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks softly. The sounds of feet pushing along the floor fill the SUV as I glance into the rearview mirror. The girl is squished into the corner of the trunk, gazing at Flynn with wide eyes.

She still doesn’t say a word, making me frown. Maybe she can’t speak?

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