Page 59 of Fight

“Are you serious?” she gasps, a huge smile lighting up her face. Yep, Tommy is up shit’s creek.

Cerenity is gorgeous, obviously smart, and thinks real clothes are much more important than stubborn, big-headed alphas. I like her.

“It’s the first thing I thought about when he asked me to swing by. The clothes are new, because I know omegas don’t like the scent of others,” I explain. “My brother also has never brought another woman here romantically, so I knew there wouldn’t be any clothes here.”

“Never?” she asks, as if working through something.

Nodding, I confirm it. “I don’t think Tommy has even dated in years, Cerenity. He’s not a man whore. Outside of myself or the maid, there’s never been a woman in this house at all,” I say.

“Not that it matters, because he’s an ass, but thank you for telling me,” she says before taking the clothes and disappearing into the bathroom.

My lips twitch as I sit in the bedroom, deciding to give my brother hell. My bravery only really shows up when he’s not in the same room as me, because he’s still a big fucking alpha.

Tommy you’re a dick, and you need new handcuffs.

The dick: They’re cuffs that I use for work when I have to torture someone, not kinky sex shit. Why am I a dick, little sister?

God, I think I would rather they were for sex. Knowing he restrains people who piss him off makes me want to hit him.

They got stuck and her wrists are all fucked up. You hurt her. Cerenity has gone through enough, don’t you think? If you can’t figure out how to treat the omega with respect, then you don’t deserve her. I think you should let her go home to Augustine.

Holding my breath, I watch the text bubbles begin to move before they stutter and stop before starting again.

Not so sure now, huh?

The dick: We had a rough beginning. I need to tell Augustine she’s here because he’s been losing his mind. He’s her scent match too. This is going to be a shit show.

The door opens to the bathroom as I gasp, because I know Cerenity doesn’t know that.

“Everything okay?” she asks.

This is none of my business. Marie, keep your mouth shut.

The problem is that there’s been too many secrets, and I’m uncomfortable holding this one. Cerenity is wearing black pants and a blue long-sleeve scoop neck shirt now as she steps outside of the bathroom with fuzzy socks. While it’s warm outside, the house is cool.

“I need to tell you something,” I whisper, pushing my blonde hair off of my shoulders nervously. “Are you hungry?”

“Not in the slightest,” she says, crossing her arms. “What’s going on?”

“I want us to be friends despite that fact Tommy and Jasper can’t see the light because of how deep their heads are up their assholes,” I state, curling my fingers into my thighs. “I found out something, and I think it may be important for you to know.”

“I can appreciate your candor,” Cerenity says carefully, her blue eyes staring at me as if she can figure out what I’m about to say.

Somehow, I feel as if she could stare all day long and still have no idea what I’m about to tell her.

“Did you know that Augustine is your scent match?” I ask, voice cracking from the strain. I hate delivering bad news, but this shouldn’t be sad.

It’s just upsetting that her best friend is keeping this information from her, no matter the reason.

“That’s not possible,” she whispers.

Yelling downstairs draws my attention. “We have company,” I mutter. “Come on, Cerenity.”

Standing, I walk across the room to see who is here while the omega I’ve decided to befriend struggles to process the information I just gave her. Still, I’m impressed by her ability to shake herself off as she follows me, though her eyes are a little glazed.

It’s no wonder with everything that’s happening that she’s still standing at all.

Something breaks as I hurry for the stairs, knowing it can only be Tommy, since no one else can get in.

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