Page 217 of Tangled in Knots

Eventually, we drive through a wide open gate where I can see several of his men surrounding the house as they watch us pass.

Paranoid, but not stupid, fuck.

I would be hard pressed to find this place again, but Morris records the exact GPS coordinates on his phone and memorizes it just before he parks.

Thank God he’s thinking more than I am.

Taking a deep breath, I force my mind to empty of anything except the next moment. There’s no worry or anxiety, just calculated risk and survival.

My father stands on the porch and nods, signaling for us to get out of the vehicle.

“You made it,” he calls out, smirking as if knowing exactly how annoying his directions were. “Bring me the girl and then feel free to take some time off, find some women to fuck. I know we’ll have fun with the little whore.”

Morris lifts Adira out of the trunk, walking her toward Rock. The cabin door opens to reveal Pack Rock in its entirety, their combat boots scuffing the floor as they walk.

“It’s been ages since I’ve seen your crotch goblins, Rock,” Marc sneers as he watches us all. His blond and white hair glints in the porch light as he stands there, his cruel green eyes tracking our movements for any chance of deceit. “I love when they bring presents.”

I watch impassionately as Morris lays Adira on the cold ground at their feet.

“Yes, they’re the best ones for the job,” Rock says with a shrug. “I’d like for you to meet someone, boys.”

The woman I’ve been told is Cassia steps out in a dress and a warm coat, smirking as if she’s the Queen of Sheba. I bet she thinks she won the lottery instead of signing her death warrant.

No one will be leaving this place alive.

“Hello,” she says, but her gaze is on the blanket wrapped omega that’s her niece. Her dark hair is curled around her body, her lips now sneering as she moves around and kicks Adira in the stomach. Thankfully the padding doesn’t allow her to get much traction, but the answering grunt makes my blood boil.

All I can do is stare as if I’m bored.

“I want to see the little cunt who got me thrown out of my brother’s home,” Cassia growls.

Marc grabs the corner of the blanket, yanking, so it makes the little rabbit roll and tumble out. Her body thumps on the wood, her thumbs tightly holding onto the knife. Since her arms are tied behind her back, I only catch a flash of the blade, because I’m looking for it.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you get fucked and killed, little girl,” Cassia snarls, her hand taking the knife that Rock readily hands her.

It’s like a carefully choreographed scene only they know the moves to as she leans over and cuts open Adira’s thin sleep shirt. Cassia isn’t wearing any panties, her dress allowing her to flash her pussy at us.

Rock smirks, holding her in place as he grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them wide.

“I’ve seen both their pussies, but only been inside one,” he whispers to us. I doubt the older omega can hear him, and his lips are barely moving. “She’s serving her purpose tonight, they’ll both be dead after I’m done.”

I guess the shine is off, and I’m not surprised. My father doesn’t get attached to much.

Releasing Cassia, he allows her to cut the rope from Adira’s legs, and she pulls off her pants and panties in one go, gazing critically down at her.

“If she wasn’t my niece, I’d want to ride her face while you fuck her,” she says wistfully, lips twisting in annoyance at the audacity of Jeremiah having children.

“You know you’ll be playing with your pretty pussy while we fuck and torture her,” Draco grunts with a grin, tossing his too long, greasy black hair out of his eyes.

The scent of citrus and sugar is nauseating as Cassia preens, perfuming. My nose is thoroughly offended right now.

Disgusting.

“Let’s take her in and have our fun,” Rock says with a smirk. It takes everything in me not to reach for Adira when Draco grabs her hair and starts pulling her toward the door.

Her scream makes my heart thump as Marc rolls his eyes and grabs her legs to lift her. Cassia follows them in with glee, and I feel a sense of doom descend as Rock’s heavy steps take him to stand in front of us.

“You’ve been such great soldiers, but I’m disappointed in you. Choosing a slut omega over your own father,” he says with a sniff. Walking toward the door, he shakes his head. “Goodbye, boys.”

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