Page 154 of Tangled in Knots

It’s a start, but they’re suspicious of Jed and why I feel the sudden need to throw my support in with him. I have this sinking feeling I may have to open a few veins at one time to tell my story. It’ll either help the cause or obliterate Jed’s chances.

There’s a party the Whalen Society is throwing for the mafia community in a few weeks, and I’m invited. It’s just outside of Minneapolis, with the majority of people attending being women.

I’m unsure of the purpose, but I have a feeling the alphas in the community may be attempting to get their partners involved to figure me out.

I respect the sentiment, I’m young and an unknown in the community. It’s a big stance to back Pack Dresmond against Pack Rock even simply in name. Minnesota is used to living in peace, and ignoring Rock’s antics like the plague they are.

It’s been two and a half months since I’ve been sold to the Kelly’s without a peep from Rock. I have this odd feeling that the quiet is going to be disrupted pretty soon.

“Ah!” I yell when my hair is pulled and my hand slammed hard several times against the brick wall I’m walking along.

It’s the hand I typically hold my stun gun, which I now drop as my fingers open due to the numbness spreading through them from the blows.

I started out strong, paying attention to my surroundings before getting sucked into my head.

Rough hands drag me toward an alley, and I begin to scream for help. It’s two in the morning, but fuck it. Struggling, I shake my hand out, though my arm is now pinned behind my back.

Duncan, Callum, and Damon have been working on my ability to fight with a knife with both hands for this exact reason.

If someone breaks my right hand, I can’t afford to be incapable of fighting. It’s sad this is my life, well that this could happen to any omega or woman at any time. It pisses me off.

I don’t know if anything is broken, which means I need to work quickly. I don’t know if there’s more people in the alley, and killing someone in the street is dicey. Remembering the way I’ve been told to stab first and feel remorse later, I shove my left hand into my pocket and flick open my knife.

“Why are you doing this?” I snap, trying to borrow time.

Dammit, I clearly need more practice at opening my knife with my left hand. Duncan and Callum are going to have a field day with this.

After I get myself out of this damn mess.

“Shut up, I was told this would be easy and I’d get to fuck you too,” snarls the man.

By who?

Getting my feet underneath myself first, I kick at him and struggle, so he’ll let me go.

“Don’t be a bitch about this,” he grunts, twisting my arm so hard, I scream in terror. I may be prepared for the possibility of having my arm broken, but I’d like to avoid it if at all possible.

The alpha shoves me into the alley, and I keep my back against the wall, away from the three men cruelly smiling at me. Thankfully, I can’t smell them, because of the alpha pheromone blocker gel, but that’s also why I’m in this damn mess.

I’ve become complacent, and need to make sure I wash my face before I leave work from now on. Walking home scent blind is stupid.

“I will absolutely be a bitch about this,” I grunt, testing my hand as I make a fist. My entire right arm hurts, and won’t be strong enough for this fight.

Assholes.

These men are slimy, clearly people who are bought for their services. I wonder if this is Rock deciding that kidnapping is a better option than waiting for the Kellys to send me back, or if this is someone else. God, in this world they could have their own little omega sex trafficking network.

“Who said this would be easy?” I ask, the knife finally coming open. Fuck me, I’ll be practicing this until my fingers go numb if the boys have anything to say about it, and I’ll be a good little omega and do it. “I should know before I kill you, don’t you think?”

The men get even cockier, laughing, which is what I want. Swallowing hard, I whisper through the bond I have with Damon, “Help. I may have bitten off more than I can chew.”

“All little whores who are walking home at three in the morning are easy. It’s a known fact. All the good little omegas are home in their beds,” the alpha who grabbed me says. He has blond hair that’s covered by a black cap, and he looks like Lurch from the Addams’ family.

“It’s a snatch, fuck, and deliver job. We change cities after each job, you’re simply our lucky choice. Helps that you’re pretty too.”

Oh, it’s random. Perfect.

“Hmm,” I mutter, my feet hitting the pavement hard as I run in my boots. My knife is at my side as I jump the man in front of me, sinking it into his chest as I use it for leverage.

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