Page 156 of Tangled in Knots

“Adira,”Jed growls. “Are you hurt, baby? Or are you queasy because you killed someone?”

“Two people, and I don’t care about those assholes,” I say, wincing as I let my eyes shut. “My head hurts, and Lurch tried to break my arm. The jerk bled all over me.”

“You sound like you’re pouting?”Jed asks, confused.

“Yes, and I’m really pissed, because it was completely random. They would have grabbed any woman walking home in the middle of the night,” I say tiredly. My words are beginning to slur, and the blood in my ears is beginning to roar.

“I’m not the only one, Jed. They were going to move to another city after taking me to sell at auction.”

“Did you get them all, baby?”Jed asks. He moves his head to say something I can’t hear, and I have a feeling he’s trying to keep me awake.

“Nuh-uh,” I mumble. “One of them ran away when I attacked Lurch. He reminds me of him. Big, stocky, and ugly.”

“We’re almost there,”Jed says, but I’m already sliding to the side, my head hitting the ground as everything goes black.

I hope they find me before someone else does.

JED

“Faster,” I snap, seeing the road signs fly past as Morris drives.

“I’m going as fast as I can,” he protests. “It won’t help anyone if I’m pulled over. Chill the fuck out.”

“He’s right,” Kane breathes, his jaw ticking with frustration and worry.

Damon takes a deep breath, shaking his head. “She just passed out,” he says. “Her head is killing her, but I don’t think she’s hurt beyond that. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has a concussion.”

“Dammit,” I sigh. “I should have just driven us myself.”

“Since it was a set up, I’m glad you didn’t,” Morris says.

I had someone ask for a meeting, saying they wanted to talk about my bid to take over my father’s business. Since I need all the help I can get as Cian and the larger mafia families are moving at a snail’s pace, I agreed to meet with them. Unfortunately, they were lower level assholes who wanted to prove themselves to my father, tired of not growing in power in Minnesota.

The joke is on them, because they were going to present themselves to my father, who doesn’t know who they are or that they exist.

When we figured out Dad knew nothing about our soon to be betrayal, we killed them execution style and moved on. Power hungry assholes, who are dead, their bodies burning in a freak dumpster fire.

Their allegiance should have been to one of the mafia families, so Morris is going to track down who their boss is to let them know what bad little betas they’ve been.

“This is fourteenth street,” Damon grunts, “Slow the fuck down. The pull is stronger now.”

Morris slows the SUV to a crawl, and we open our windows on both sides to look for her.

“I see her,” Morris sighs, nodding at the alley directly across from us. It’s wide enough for him to drive into, ensuring we can’t be seen from the street. We need to handle the bodies and get Adira medical attention.

Any kind of police presence will hinder those two things.

Getting out of the vehicle, I check the bodies, finding that our little omega is a damn ninja.

“There’s a knife wound in this man’s chest and neck. How did she manage that?” I ask in wonder.

“Duncan and Callum said someone as small as she is has to work on their upper arm strength and jumping skills. Adira basically scaled the guy like a mountain, using her blade to do so,” Damon says, barely sparing the bodies a glance before scooping Adira off the ground.

“I have more small explosives in case that’s how we want to go with these two,” Kane murmurs, moving over to push the little omega’s hair out of her face.

“Fuck, he tried to mangle her pretty little face. She’s bleeding pretty badly. I wish we could kill people more than once.”

Kane takes off his coat and then strips one of his shirts off to wipe away the blood and apply pressure on the wound. The scream of pain from the tiny omega makes us all cringe, and Morris’ eyes grow wide.

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