Page 181 of Tangled in Knots

Rock scares the shit out of me. The only time I’ll enjoy being in his presence is while carving out his eyes and heart. I need to watch him die in order to get my brain to believe he can’t hurt me. Otherwise, my mind will drive me insane with what-ifs.

“What kinds of plans?” Rock asks, adjusting his cock as he releases me. “Can I watch?”

“Did you really come all this way to get your rocks off?” Duncan asks, smirking at his pun.

“Someone very important missed out on bidding on the little whore, and they’re willing to pay you to take her off your hands. I was hoping you’d be tired of her by now. They collect omegas,” Rock says.

Callum slowly pulls me back until we’re a safe distance away, and I have to force myself not to cradle my arm. Between Paula and Rock, I’m going to end up feeling as if I’ve gone through a meat tenderizer by the end of the night. Ow.

“Who?” Duncan asks, pushing his hands into his pockets nonchalantly. “She’s valuable to me, our father is finally off my back to settle down with an omega. The peace of mind more than makes up for the money as well. Dad wants grandchildren too.”

“Yet, she’s not knocked up yet, is she?” Rock asks slyly.

“The auction madam overmedicated her and it’s fucked with her appetite,” Duncan lies smoothly. “An omega needs to have everything perfectly in alignment in order to get pregnant. You can’t just constantly fuck her until you get lucky. That's not how it works.”

“That’s what I did,” Rock grumbles. I feel really sorry for Jed, Kane, and Damon’s mother. At this point, she may even be dead and that would be a kindness with the type of men that exist at the auctions. “The person’s name doesn’t matter, boys. What’s it going to take?”

“Nothing, because we have an arrangement,” Callum drawls. “You’ve seen her, she lives here, and waits on us hand and foot. Her life is a far sight better than it would be with any of the other fucks who could have bought her, is that what’s bothering you?”

“Yes!” Rock yells. “Her father took something that’s important and I can never get it back.”

“What did he take?” I ask, finding my voice. “He rarely left the house, he had tons of money. I don’t understand why you killed him.”

“Your father had everything I wanted but can never have,” he growls. “Status, respect, the ability to walk with his head held high. I had to buy my omega from an auction, while he went to Ireland and met your mother.”

“He didn’t steal any of that,” I insist.

“Fate did,” he says. Rock is insane. “Your father didn’t deserve what he had. I had to claw my way up to where I am. Yet I’m still reviled and despised. So I took everything from him. You’re the last piece of him, little whore. I want to see you humiliated and spit roasted.”

Ew. Jealousy took my father from me, not a bad business decision or greed on his part. Rock somehow latched onto my father, and possibly used Dad’s sister too. I still don’t understand why he had me on hormone suppressants, maybe it’s because it was easier to deal with my heats if they never developed. A lazy way to keep me under his control. I’ll probably never really know.

The secrets are all encompassing. It’s easy to drown in all the things I don’t know, but I have this uncomfortable feeling that my aunt’s definitely part of all of this.

“Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen—” Callum closes his mouth as Rock pulls his gun on us.

It’s easy to see the desperation in his eyes, and eagerness to please whoever these buyers are.

“I can’t just say no to the Melendez family,” Rock growls. “They’re offering a lot of money, to make me more than simply the Boogeyman in Missouri. I’m tired of living as a nomad, constantly moving from safe house to safe house.”

Callum calmly checks his phone as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, smirking. “My security team just took out every man you have outside,” he says. “It looks like your bid for stability through a tiny little omega isn’t going to happen today. It’s time to leave. Never contact us again. We’re done.”

“Wait, but we had a deal,” Rock complains as the brothers shrug. They never draw a gun, simply stoically watching him.

“Dissolved due to irreconcilable differences,” Callum grunts. “Bye now. My security team doesn’t want to have to shoot you through the window due to the mess, but they will.”

A red pen light resembling a sniper rifle’s scope appears on Rock’s shirt and he wipes it off as if that’ll help.

“One,” Callum says, and the other alpha begins to walk backwards.

“Wait, we can fix this,” Rock rasps. “Fuck, I need her.”

“Not for sale means exactly that,” Duncan says. “Two.”

Rock turns and walks away, the door closing behind him as Duncan lifts his hand. There’s an actual pen light in it, and I let loose a sigh.

“What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?” I ask.

“Your boys are outside,” Callum says, showing me his phone.

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