Page 35 of Corrupt Me

“He wanted to settle?”

“Yes, but I told him that he has to work that out with Camila. We’ll have to talk to her about what she wants, if she even wants to see Teo again but I’m not settling shit without her consent. He ruined her livelihood and terrorized her and her friend. A few grand for a payout is embarrassing.” Kolsen gestures to the art still sitting by the door.

He doesn’t even have to explain why they’re here—other than Camila losing her job. Those colors are Sasha’s. They always have been and I bet he saw those canvases and immediately needed them in the condo. The paintings are gorgeous and I would be proud to display them across the living room and in the bedrooms. Then an idea hits me. “You think she’d paint something for Temple? We could hang it by the bar.”

“Fuck, I hope so.”

I snort. “You’re just thinking of her naked and covered in paint, aren’t you?”

“You aren’t?”

I take another moment to form the right words to catch Kolsen off guard. “No. I’m imagining a night where we invite Teo to a settlement meeting at the club and let him watch one of us show him how to truly make Camila scream. Watch him lose what he didn’t cherish. Watch him scream at us for defiling a woman he wanted to make his pack Beta while we make her ours.” Kolsen’s nostrils flare before the devilish grin I love so much spreads across his face and he stalks over to me to drag me into a tongue-licking kiss.

He grinds his hips against mine, drawing a grunt from the back of my throat. “You say the sweetest shit, Ames. Get her to agree to it and I’ll pay for the show. Goddess, I hope she lets us watch.” I mainly said it to rile him up but it’s not a terrible idea and Camila did say that she was okay with everything on the list.

We head toward the nest, Kolsen mentioning something about food showing up in two hours. That’s when I remember one last thing we’ve sort of pushed out of focus. Camila and Sasha are curled up together, a tangled mass of limbs.

Tomorrow is Sunday.

I’m kind of hoping Camila asks us to go with her.

Chapter twenty-two

CAMILA

I’m up before the others, scrambling through the guest bedroom for the perfect outfit. As much as I don’t want to go, if I don’t show up at the service to at least tell my father I’m not coming back, there will be consequences. What they are, I have no idea. I also need to face Teo and the best place is in public, around people I know. I need them to see what a fucking asshole he is, although I’m sure none of that will turn out in my favor.

I sniff my shoulder and groan when the mingled scents of my mates blast through my perfume. My father is going to have a field day with that too. I struggle to pin up my curls, pulling them away from my neck when I realize that there’s a pretty little bruise over my scent gland. Well, fuck. The last two days have been nothing short of wonderful but I need to conform for just a little while longer. Or maybe I don’t.

I’m all sorts of confused right now.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand where it’s charging and I rush over to see that Reid is calling.

“Hey!”

“Mila, you sound a little too chipper on a Sunday morning. Am I going to church today?” Reid has always been my plus one, giving me a little extra support where I need it. A heavy groan filters through the earpiece and I hold back a chuckle realizing that Reid is probably in Ethan’s nest right now. It would explain the reason he sounds like he’s half asleep.

“No. I… a lot of things have happened.”

“Wait more?”

I don’t answer him immediately. God, Zana and Reid are going to have my ass when they find out about Teo. I’m also not explaining that shit over the phone. “Just know that I’m safe.” Those are the wrong words to say, the sound of rustling blankets and Ethan whining for Reid to come back reaching my ears.

A few seconds later, I hear a door close and then Reid speaks again. “No, we’re not doing that again. Where is safe?”

“Buttercup? What are you doing up so early? You were warm and I liked snuggling into your tits. They’re very pretty tits.” With no regard for absolutely anything going on, Sasha stumbles into the guest bedroom and lowers his head to my chest. I’ve already changed into my Sunday best but that doesn’t lessen the heat of this moment.

I stay very still, wondering if Reid will say something before Sasha notices I’m on the phone. My scent changing is enough for my Omega to peek up and then see the device pressed to my ear. His eyes widen comically as he straightens up, those few extra inches making me have to angle my head up to see his full expression.

“Mila, who is that?”

I’m still staring at Sasha when I answer Reid. “If I tell you that it was my mate and that I’m safe, can we talk later?” My cheeks flush with heat as a grin spreads across Sasha’s face, the Omega pulling me into his chest. His lips attach to my neck as he excitedly kisses up and down the sensitive skin. It’s taking everything I have not to moan with my brother-in-law on the phone.

“They’re taking care of you?”

“You have no idea,” Sasha purrs. I swear I’m going to die of embarrassment but that’s enough for Reid to say a hurried goodbye and leave me in a little puddle of anxiety. “Buttercup, why are you dressed? It’s Sunday. We have nothing to do until this evening.”

Perks of being mates with club owners—their lives usually start in the afternoon or evenings. Unfortunately, I can’t miss this church service. “Um-”

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