Page 112 of Tangled in Knots

“What?” Jed asks, turning. He hasn’t heard what I’ve been hearing, since I’m just the muscle. People talk more around me.

“They had money,” I insist. “People have been talking, wondering about where the “lost princess” is now that Jeremiah is gone and the house blew up. What if Dad decided Jeremiah offended him just by existing?”

“He wasn’t completely innocent,” Jed says thickly, thinking about it. “Why did he have Adira on hormone suppressants?”

“There’s a lot more reasons than you’d think,” Morris says. “My sister isn’t speaking to me, so I did some research instead on the dark web. If he didn’t want to deal with her heat because he knew he’d be keeping her away from alphas, that’s a reason. Jeremiah may have had a pack in mind and was biding his time. None of the reasons are altruistic.”

“He kept begging for Adira’s safety,” Demon remembers. “Fuck, it’s possible that we could have killed a semi-innocent man.”

“Semi, because there’s not a made man alive who is completely innocent.” I snort. “It’s something that’s been on my mind, though. I needed to get it off my chest, because I keep going around and around about it. Wait… If we want to be nefarious assholes, we can use Adira’s safety with the families.”

“Why would that make a difference?” Demon asks carefully.

“If we can show that Adira’s safety is directly affected by Dad’s death, we may be able to get them to give us the time of day,” I explain.

“She wants to help,” Demon says softly. “In the closet, I asked her if she wanted to kill Dad, watch his blood run out of his body, and she fucking perfumed for me. Our little omega told me she’s pretty sure her body is broken after the auction.”

Morris shudders at his words, and Jed rubs his shoulder slowly. I know he’s refusing comfort, but it’s obvious he needs it.

“The little rabbit just got even more interesting,” I murmur. “I wonder if she’d want to be fucked in it.”

My cock hardens as I think about it, and Morris grunts as the smell of strawberry shortcake fills the SUV.

“Don’t touch your dick,” he growls. “I swear to God, Kane.”

No fucking fun.

Morris parks in the lot, and I get out with a pout. Now I have all this pent up sexual energy to use for the fight. I guess that’s not a terrible thing.

We follow people walking down into the tunnel and I hook my duffle over my shoulder. It’s a cool concept for how out of the way it is. I would have never thought there would be an underground club once I get to the bottom.

There’s several bouncers taking people’s money, checking identification, and a guest list.

“Kane Dresmond,” I tell the beta checking the list. “I’m fighting tonight.”

Nodding, he checks my name off as Jed pays for the entry for the others.

“Walk down to the left of the ring. Gabriel will talk to you there,” the beta bouncer says.

As we move through the club, I see there are several bars, an upstairs area for special events, as well as heavy music beingpumped in. The guys bump knuckles with me as they find seats together, and I continue on to find Gabriel.

My nose prickles from all the scents of both omegas and alphas all around, and I breathe in sharply as I start to feel excited. The scent of snickerdoodle also flows in and my head turns to see if I can find it.

Mmmm. Fuck if I don’t also smell frosting too.

Little rabbit is that you? I hope you watch me fight and find you can still feel.My dick twitches in my joggers, and I grunt as I tell it to shut up. I can feel the gaze of several omegas staring at my tented pants, and I ignore them as well.

You’re not broken, baby. I’m determined to show you that.

Turning, I see Gabriel and walk over to him, more intent than ever to win this fight.

ADIRA

This place is insane. Duncan and Callum suggested I leave my coat so I wouldn’t lose it, and that it would be much warmer inside the club. Taking them at their word, we all left our coats and went inside.

They grunted at my outfit and muttered about how they may need to murder people.

They should have been big brothers to a sister, and it makes me think about the best friend that they lost over fifteen years ago. Rubbing my hand over my chest, I send a thought out to her, wherever she may be. I know it doesn’t change anything, but I hope she’s alive and fighting.

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