Page 64 of Candy & Her Saints

He adjusts his peacock cuff links. “See, I’m excellent at choosing employees. Mr. West had the highest grades in his tests.”

Richard glares at Lincoln in shock. “Call your wolf off. Now, Tommy.”

Thomas shrugs. “Wolves aren’t tame. It’s why they’re useful to have at your side and so dangerous. Lincoln is my bodyguard. I own his contract. If I were you, I’d stay out of his way.”

I smirk.

I never expected Thomas to have this side to him.

I like it.

I should have expected his loyalty to Lincoln, however, because he was fiercely loyal to his own sister.

He was protective of me.

It twists something inside to think that he’s accepted Lincoln as his pack already.

“That’s not how this works.” Richard narrows his eyes at Thomas, who only looks impassively back over Lincoln’s shoulder. “Aren’t you going to discipline him for striking the Second Alpha?”

My breath stutters.

Please, no.

Richard looks smug like he’s won the argument.

Lincoln is holding himself still, as if he’s mentally preparing himself to be disciplined.

“I don’t think so,” Thomas’ voice is cutting. “Manipulate Dad to punish me as much as you like, Dicky. I don’t care. But don’t harass and discipline my staff, ever. If you try to, then I will find a way to ruin you. Am I quite clear?”

I shiver, as Thomas’ pheromones flood the bakery. They’re not oppressive, however, like Dad’s.

They’re protective and warm.

I feel that he could mean what he says.

It makes me wonder what it’d be like to be clasped in his strong arms.

Only, there’s a male Omega locked in a basement who may have thought that once.

Richard pales. “Whatever.”

Vito grabs up a cake knife, before pointing at the door. “The exit is just there. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

Richard twirls on him. “Your friend, Tommy here, may not have the stomach for this job, but I do. My Head Alpha has ordered me to shut down this fucking dump and run your trash asses out of town, and I will.” He glances over his shoulder at the Betas. “Tear this place apart.”

“No,” I can’t help exclaiming.

Thomas’ gaze shoots toward the doorway, and I hurriedly pull back.

“Stop,” Thomas orders. “Nobody do anything.”

But then, I hear a crash and cussing.

Trembling, I peer around the door again.

Only the need not to break my cover as the Omega baker or Lincoln’s in his new pack keeps me hidden and not running to join my brother.

Tears burn my eyes.

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