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Domh

Aisling asked us to back her up today, and I’m attending asOmega’s Haven’slawyer. Aiden is driving the boss into the city for the meeting with the ROWS, which means Evan is driving Caelin, Aisling, and I.

Is it overkill to be attending as her entourage? I don’t believe so when ROWS has written multiple threatening emails to Wren and Aisling.

“I’m so nervous,” Aisling whispers. She’s sitting next to me in the back seat, chewing on her lip as she gazes out the window. Taking a chance, I slide my hand over hers, squeezing it.

“You don’t have a thing to prove to them,” I tell her. “All the proper paperwork was submitted when you created the foundation, and you’ve gone through all the proper channels with the city as well. Emilia can’t say shit that isn’t patronizing and threatening. We’re just here so she can’t do anything stupid.”

“Like kidnap you,” Caelin grunts. “She has underground ties to Madam Ophelia, who runs the Jefferson City Auction Housejust outside of here. I’ve been doing some research on her since I found out she was being a twat. ROWS is one of Madam Ophelia’s suppliers.”

“Omega’s Havenwould be the perfect avenue for vulnerable omegas,” I mutter, beginning to see why Emilia is so desperate to take over for Wren and Aisling. “Evan, you may want to call your mom.”

“So she can send my fathers over to massacre them?” he asks, snorting. “That’s what will happen if I tell her. For the record, I think they’d deserve it.”

“How does Emilia sleep at night?”

Aisling whispers. “I can’t imagine how terrible of a person you’d have to be to sell another human being.”

“I don’t think she sees it like that,” I explain. “It’s fucked up, but I think she thinks the omegas she sends there deserve it.”

“Unbelievable,” Aisling says softly, blowing out a breath.

She’s quiet for the rest of the drive over, and Wren arrives soon after. It appears we all decided it was important to arrive with guns blazing, because all of Wren’s pack is here today. Flynn as well.

“I didn’t think any of you would come out for this except Shaw,” Aisling says with wide eyes, hugging Flynn.

“I asked Corbin about Emilia, and he mentioned that I should throw everything at this meeting,” Shaw grunts. “We can’t hurt her because she holds a lot of clout, but I can make sure she backs the fuck off. Shall we?”

Nodding, Wren and Aisling link arms together as they begin walking toward the building. Their friendship is ironclad, and it’s obvious they understand each other. Everest and Ambrose flank Flynn, making sure he feels supported, but I can see the faint tremor of his hands.

Flynn may not be agoraphobic, but the anxiety of leaving the house seems to run pretty close to it. He is practicing slow,controlled breathing, though you wouldn’t be able to tell since it’s silent. He’s trying to blend into the background.

Flynn’s red hair and stark beauty will always make it difficult for him to do that though. I’m not attracted to him, but I can still appreciate a gorgeous man. This is why his pack protects him. It’s also clear that he’s working through some kind of trauma.

Cian and Aiden join us just before we walk into the building, and together we stalk across the lobby. We take both elevators up to the fourth floor, thankfully stepping out at the same time.

Cian and Aiden stand at the back of our group, their eyes tracking where everyone is. While the boss depends on his inner circle for protection, he is fucking ruthless on his own. We are all well armed, including Cian.

Aiden gave Aisling a new switchblade, though she’ll only realize it if she puts her hand in her coat pocket. Also, while we’ll begin moving out of the cold weather months soon, I bought her a new coat that’s temperature controlled.

Once it gets to a certain temperature, it immediately turns on. The coat also immediately shuts off the heater once the temperature is warm enough, which it will now that she’s inside.

I like my fancy technology shit, especially when I know it’ll keep my busy omega warm.

We are spoiling her, but I don’t care. We have a lot to make up for.

There’s an older woman at the reception desk who waits for us to approach, her lips pursed as if we’re already managing to waste her time.

“Aisling and Wren fromOmega’s Havenhere for Emilia Richardson,” Aisling says. Her voice is clear and professional, while still telling the woman to go fuck herself.

My Sugar is feisty, and I love it.

“Oh,” the receptionist says, glancing at the computer. “Who are these other people? I was told the meeting would just be with two people.”

“I’m Aisling’s father,” Cian growls. “ROWS has a statute that omegas are coveted, and therefore should be taken care of by her pack and family for the duration of their lives. I am pulling on that statute today.”

“Aye, same,” Pack Mohan states, making my lips twitch. The brogue is strong today.

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