Page 41 of Tangled in Knots

I’ve often wondered how they haven’t been killed, outside of the fact that everyone ignores them in Missouri, and turns a blind eye when he travels up to Minnesota, for his business at the auction house.

Damon studiously keeps his eyes trained away from Adira as he opens the front door and walks out, with Kane following closely behind. Both brothers are feeling the pressure as we get closer to delivering Adira to the auction house, though they’re doing their damndest to show their indifference.

The little omega’s legs are on full display as Rock uncaringly walks toward the door. The snow blankets the ground from what I can see outside of the window, and I shrug on my coat.

Jed is in a similar outfit as mine, the sweatshirts left behind to emulate the status Rock insists we show the world while we are in public.

Thankfully, Jed’s shirt covers enough of Adira’s body to keep from flashing Rock. It seems silly when she’ll be wearing muchless soon, but I feel fiercely protective of her, despite my hands being tied.

Call it what you will, but I helped Jed keep her alive after her gunshot wound, and took care of the little omega in the aftermath.

I am as closely tied to this woman as possible without a bond like she has with Damon. I don’t believe they’re possible between a beta and omega, at least I’ve never heard of it. My sister is too angry with me to ask her, and I wouldn’t want to text her with where I’m headed now.

It’s too late for misgivings or questions, I’m on a crash collision with a decision that is going to haunt me forever.

“Let’s go, Morris,” Jed barks, startling me. Rock is already gone and I’m staring at nothing.

“Sorry, boss,” I say robotically, forcing my boots to follow in Rock’s footsteps.

I’m sorry, Adira. This is the only way.

OPHELIA

Arms crossed, I wait for the drop off of an omega who is a troublemaker. This girl has found herself on the wrong side of Rock Dresmond, and I am ready to provide him with his vengeance, so he blows back out of my state.

He’s a necessary evil to my life, livelihood, and wealth that I’ve been amassing. I’m not naive, I know that he’s using me as much as I am him, because I’m able to get results, and this will be no different.

Ding dong, I am the welcome party, hell, and the pain all rolled into one for this little omega. As the knock on the back door for deliveries comes, my lips twitch, but not in amusement.

Rock Dresmond is very punctual.

Waving my hand at one of my guards, I watch as the door opens to reveal Rock holding the little omega in his arms, along with his sons and their beta behind him. They are his secret weapon, though he’ll never admit it. They aren’t afraid to do the jobs that need silence, finesse, and the cover of darkness.

I wouldn’t want to wake up to them in my house while I’m alone.

“Welcome, Rock,” I murmur, my eyes on the girl.

She has long, tangled brown hair that must go down her back and creamy skin. The guards who fuck her on the stage tonight need to be my best ones to give the best show. The omega is tiny, maybe barely five-foot-two, so it’s to her advantage that she’s made to take knots or they’d rip her apart.

As it is, I'll need to be sure I don’t mark her up in my work to get her ready.

Rock smirks as he balances the omega easily in his arms, pulling off the oversized T-shirt from her body. Through all of this, the girl remains unconscious, and I begin to put together fun ways to wake her up.

Just because I need to be sure I don’t leave marks, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy other things.

Her body is gorgeous, tits plump and full. Yes, she’ll more than pay off this so-called debt to Rock. I will say she appears very innocent, and the sins of her father are being pinned firmly on her.

“Hello, Ophelia,” Rock croons. “Here is the merchandise as discussed. You’ll find a sewn up gunshot wound that’s well on its way to being mended. I expect it can be hidden by her hair, yes?”

“Where is it?” I ask, hiding my annoyance at just being told this. Rock is keeping secrets, though it’s not the first time.

“Calm down, Ophelia,” he growls. “It’s along her shoulder blade, and healing very well. The beta and my oldest son didwell. I’m merely informing you, so it’s not further damaged. There’s no bruising.”

I glance at the beta, having a feeling he’s the reason for it. “What did you do to treat it?” I ask him.

Inclining his head toward me respectfully, he says, “Arnica cream several times a day in the surrounding area and tea that helps inflammation. It’s the same drink I laced with a sedative to keep her drowsy.”

“Very good,” I say with a nod. “Rock did mention you’d stay behind the scenes with her, keep her pliant? You’ll be fucking her for the buyers as well?”

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