Page 157 of Tangled in Knots

“Fuck, let me look at it,” he yells, pushing Kane away. “There’s a bump on her forehead and it looks really tender. The cut is also right over that, which is why it’s bleeding so badly. Gentle pressure, Kane, okay? I’m going to need to stitch that up for her.”

“I vote for the fastest form of body retrieval and dissolution,” Damon mutters. “We already started one fire, another one will just gather attention.”

“Call the Kelly brothers,” Morris says. “They’ll help because it’s Adira.”

“I know,” I mutter, pulling out my phone. My little omega has her own allies now. Connecting the call, I hope they’ll pick up, since it’s after four in the morning now.

“What’s wrong?”Duncan answers as I put the call on speakerphone. My pack will want to hear this conversation. “Nothing good happens at this time.”

“I need a body disposal,” I explain. “Three men jumped Adira on her walk home tonight. Morris was helping me with something and couldn’t walk with her. She killed two, but has a large contusion on her head and is sluggishly bleeding. One of them escaped.”

“Is she awake?” Duncan asks.

“She passed out on the phone with me after she killed the one who used her like a rag doll,” I report. “I know you’re out of the city, but setting a fire to get rid of these guys seems like it’s asking for attention we probably shouldn’t draw right now.”

“We have people in the city,”Duncan growls. “I’ll send someone to deal with the bodies. Their names are Nico and Wayne. They’ll take them to a pig farm outside of the city, and make sure there’s nothing left.”

“I’m more worried about Adira,” Callum says, clearly taking the phone from him. “What’s your plan for her?”

“We’re taking her home with us,” Morris says immediately. “I need to take care of her head. Fortunately, I have my medical kit at the rental, so I’ll be able to stitch up the cut she has. Otherwise, she’ll have to ride it out with us, since we’re going to need to wake her up throughout the rest of the morning.”

“She can’t go to class or work like this,” Damon mutters. “Adira will have the weekend to rest, but we’ll need to let Caleb know what happened.”

“Duncan and I will come see the little badass later today,”Callum says, attempting to sound amused. “I’m glad she was able to defend herself. We’ve been practicing.”

“She scaled one of them like a damn monkey with her knife. I still am having a hard time figuring out how she managed it,” I admit. “Adira put her skills to work tonight. They planned to sell her. God only knows what else they were planning.”

“Take care of our girl,”Duncan growls. “I already texted the guys, and they’re fifteen minutes away from you.”

I’m not even going to bother complaining about his possessiveness when it comes to Adira. She can be ‘ours’ all day long. Sometimes, people will lay their claim on others solely because of their pull toward the other person. I can be a grown up and admit there’s nothing sexual about it.

“Thanks for the assist,” I say instead before hanging up.

Twenty minutes later, the bodies are removed, and I’ve cleaned off Adira’s knife and stun gun to put them away for her safe keeping. Morris herds us into the vehicle, and then begins to drive us back to our rental.

“Who do I need to call or text, because Adira isn’t going back to the shelter today?” I ask. “She wouldn’t want anyone to worry.”

Damon has Adira in his arms, his gaze moving toward me slowly, as if it hurts him to look away from her.

“Text Duncan, ask him to message Aisling, so they know she’s with us,” he says softly. “I don’t even know how this prick managed not to bash her head in. Jed, he was fucking huge.”

“I know,” I sigh. Shooting out a text quickly to Duncan, I focus on getting Adira inside of the rental once we park.

Morris moves quickly, grabbing supplies as Damon lays her on the kitchen table. I swear I’m having flashbacks of the last time this happened after he shot her.

Shaking away the feeling of deja vu, I watch as Morris works. He has a topical anesthesia for the bump that he injects alongside it, and then works quickly to stitch the cut up.

The bump is fucking huge on her forehead, and looks really painful. I wince in sympathy, watching as Morris carefully wakes her after cleaning up her face.

There’s blood in her hair, and she desperately needs a shower to get it out.

“Adira, baby, I need you to wake up for a little bit,” Morris says, motioning quickly for me to shut off the bright kitchen light. Ugh, I’m glad he thought of it, because that may have made her puke from the pain.

“Morris?” Adira asks groggily. “You’re here?”

“We’re all here, little one. You’re in our apartment, you’re safe, and those men are pig food.”

“Good,” she whispers, opening her eyes slowly. I can see how much it hurts as she whimpers, her body shuddering. “Ow.”

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