Page 69 of The Butcher

I think she might have been sex trafficked.

Her scars, the way she carries herself, how Indy seems to know how to be an omega but never was allowed to do so, it all feels like someone who was sold into a situation they didn’t want solely because of who they are, then forced to only be that in very specific ways. And since omegas are rare in this area, and the ones who live here are either prisoners of the ranch or packed up and safe, it could explain why she was dumped the way she was.

She might be timid but there is a fire in our girl, and if she tapped into it and crossed the wrong buyer, they easily could have left her for dead in an extremely remote area.

That ravine is fucking remote.

It’s why I picked it.

Again, all of this could also mean she was a patient at Blackhurst like Nash, but not everything adds up, so out of the two of us, I think I’m right, but we won’t ever know until Indy tells us.

Which she may never do.

And that brings me back to why I’m buying a strap on.

“Since that is definitely our omega’s case, I want to give her that control back.” I look up at Bram and smile like I’m not trying to piss him off enough to stop being a dickhead. “She’ll be going into heat at some point, probably soon considering how long she’s been here, and if she’s had crappy sexual experiences before now, I want to try to get her comfortable for when we help her through it.”

Kaboom.

Bramley turns thirty shades of red, his breaths coming in short puffs of air through his mask while the vein in his forehead looks like it’s going to burst. “Out.”

I frown and play a little stupid. “Nash told you, didn’t he? Well, I thought he did but if not, I guess I am now. We want to help Indigo Rae go through her heat. She’ll need a knot, Nash has one, I can play referee and hopefully get my pickle tickled in the process, but I don’t think she’s going to jump on board right away because of her previous experience.” Also, true. Plus, Nan has been trying to drill the point home that we need to be careful with Indy, as well as cherish the fuck out of her. Especially while her scent match is gunning for asshole of the century. “I figure, buy the strap on, show her the ropes, let her fuck me while Nash eats her pussy or something, really make it all about her and what she wants, then she’ll be all comfy with us for the big hot.”

Without warning, Bram loses his fucking shit and sends his fist right through the wall next to my head. White powder explodes all over the side of my face, chunks of drywall fly like shrapnel, and when I jerk my head back before something else terrible happens, I see my alpha elbow deep in the wall.

“Out,” he growls, his stare locked on his buried fist. “Get out, Clayton.”

Lifting my hands in surrender, I grin in victory and push off the wall. “Fine. Jeez. I thought you’d want to know.” I brush the pieces of chalky shit off my hoodie and shake them out of my hair. “You might not want her but it doesn’t mean she isn’t part of our pack. Which also means I don’t technically have to tell you if Nash and I decide to fuck our pretty little omega.” Bramley yanks his hand free and spins on me, but I hustle past him the best I can with a bum leg and evil laugh before he knocks me out. “But, dickhead or not, I love you, and I want you to know where my cock goes when you aren’t playing with it.”

The cleaver whizzes past my head as I barely get through the doorway, cackling my ass off while I listen to Bram begin trashing the back of his shop.

Funny enough, the only thing I feel a little guilty about from that entire exchange, is the way I talked about Indy. Not because any of that was lies, I plan on making good on all of that and more if she lets us, but if she really has had nothing but terrible experiences with shitty alphas or whoever, I don’t want to be so crude when I talk about her.

Not yet, anyway.

I will get her comfortable enough to have fun with me and Nashy, and then I’ll be crude and crass as fuck, but not yet.

Full disclosure? It might be part of my plan to force Bramley into certain things, or to make him think about them at least, but I don’t like this.

I hate when we’re on the outs, I hate when it takes a million years to come back to each other, and I really hate that we’re in a situation where we should be closer than we’ve ever been but are actually so distant I’m not sure how to bridge the gap.

I want my alphas back. I want my omega. I want someone to tell me they love me, put something in my ass, play with my balls, and call me a good boy. Then I want them to promise me we get to dismember a human afterward.

If only that damn pediatrician could see me now.

He’d probably shit knowing I’m totally, sickeningly in love with three people. Like, I will absolutely die for them, easily kill for them. I’d burn the world to the ground for those three. We even have a house and shit,andI get to murder in my free time.

Yeah, that quack would absolutely lose his mind over the psychopath living the good life, but I am. Well, I was, and I plan on doing so again very, very soon.

Chapter Seventeen

ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND BULLSHIT

Indy

“Idon’t think this is a very good idea,” I say as Nash helps me out of his truck. “I actually think this is a terrible idea.”

“It’ll be fine.” He pauses, watching me take a few steps before he closes the door. “It’s definitely going to be terrible, but it’ll be fine.”

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