Page 147 of Mark & Don't Tell

Crossing my arms, I glare at the TV. “He’s gross.”

The guys glance at me. “You know him?” Vic asks.

“Not exactly.” I grab my phone, ready to text Quinn. “My best friend worked for him, and he made more than a few passes, then had her fired for watching porn, AND THEN the motherfucker stalked her.”

“She was watching porn at work?” Amusement tugs at Linc’s lips.

“No,” I say with an exasperated sigh. “He had her fired for it.”

The guys all make faces, like they don’t quite understand.

“Ah, so he was mad she rejected him and made up a lie to hurt her?” Marco asks.

“Yes!” I gesture to Marco. “See, the omega gets it.”

My alphas and beta trade looks, and I shake my head. “Helpless, all of you.”

“You wound me.” Linc clutches his chest.

“You’ll survive, big guy. The point is,” I say, glaring at the TV, “on top of ripping people off, he’s one creepy fuck, and he’s getting off easy.”

I unlock my phone and shoot off a long overdue text to my BFF.

Okay. Something’s happened. I think I might be falling in love. Also, did you see that shit bag got sentenced to three years in prison?

Quinn

Mosley deserved at least ten, but three is better than none and OMG. EXCUSE ME? DID YOU SAY YOU WERE FALLING IN LOVE?!

Grinning at my phone, I hope she won’t be too upset with me for keeping her in the dark for so long.

It’s a long, complicated story . . . coffee tomorrow?

We set a time and place to meet up. I tuck my phone away, turning to Marco. “I’m going to see if Quinn’s pack can help us fight for custody.”

My brother’s gaze bounces from mine to my pack and back again.

“We discussed it last night before bed. They’re on board.”

“Daria is our mate, and you’re her family, which means you’re also our family.” Kai drops his hand onto my thigh and squeezes. “Your sister is pretty amazing.”

Marco nods. “Yeah, she’s pretty awesome,” he rasps.

“Is it okay if I fight for custody of you? I’m an adult, and with the pack, there’s no reason we won’t win, not with Mom’s history.” I search his face, regretting not bringing it up when we were alone.

“I’m okay with it,” Marco whispers, eyes watering. “I...I, uh, I’m going to go to my room.” He gets up and practically runs from the room.

I start to rise, but Kai stops me.

“Give him a little while, then I’ll go talk to him.”

“I’m his sister. I have to deal with these things.”

Kai shakes his head. “We deal with these things together, and as much as your brother loves you, I think he needs someone more parental to talk to.”

“You don’t have to fill that role.” I need them all to know that’s not the expectation. Letting Marco live with them is one thing, but asking them to step in and help me raise him is another. I don’t want to burden them with my problems. “I can handle it.”

Vic clears his throat. “I think you’re missing the point, little doe.”

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