Page 73 of The Butcher

“Yes, please, daddy. You know I like it like that.”

Nash and I make eye contact as I hand him my coat, an annoyed look on his handsome face, but as soon as Clay starts cackling, I start to giggle.

I cover my mouth, trying to calm myself down, but I can’t. Not while a slow smile spreads across Nash’s pretty lips, not while Clayton keeps laughing and egging Bramley on. I get even sillier the more frustrated he sounds, as the alpha in the back continues to make empty threats at his beta, right up until I realize the alpha staring at me isn’t laughing at all.

“Sorry,” I snort, embarrassed not a strong enough word to describe how I’m feeling. “It was?—“

“You have a great laugh.”

My brows raise and my cheeks flame. “What?”

Nash nods as he takes a step toward me, slowly lifting his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. “Your smile, it’s gorgeous, but your laugh? I’m not sure I’ve heard anything so beautiful.”

Wow.

I look up and meet his gaze, the green of his eyes a shade darker than usual, and I know without having to ask, this is the kind of thing my mother was talking about.

“We should go back and make sure Clay isn’t dead.”

“Mhm,” I mumble, nodding absently as his fingers gently brush along the side of my neck. “Sure.”

He chuckles a bit, then takes a step back and holds out his hand. “Whenever you’re ready.”

As if I’ve done it my entire life, I slip my hand into his, entwining our fingers before Nash leads me into the back of the shop.

Where I immediately see Clayton poking Bramley in the ass with the handle of a broom.

“Give me that,” he grunts as he swipes at the long piece of wood. “I’m gonna turn it into a necklace for you.”

The beta quickly spins away, losing his balance slightly as he comes face to face with Nash and I. “No necklaces unless they’re five-finger.” Clay winks at me, smiling brightly when I barely stifle my giggle. “No gold or silver for this guy.”

“What the fuck is this?”

Clay cringes and Nash’s grip tightens as Bramley sees us, barking his question through that black and white mask he was wearing the other night.

I had no idea how big he is.

Not really. Seeing him from a distance, or when he was laying in a bed, didn’t really show his size but now that we’re standing a few feet away from each other, I know for a fact that Bram is the biggest alpha I’ve ever seen. A position Nash held until right this second.

“This,” Clayton says as he gives us his back. “Is Indy. You know, our omega you saved then tried to kick out of our house like a dickhead.” Then, before anyone can say anything, he grabsNash’s free hand, tosses the broom, and starts speed-walking them away from me. “We have to go get the buffer!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Nash asks as my fingers slip through his. “What buffer?”

Clay tugs him toward the doorway we just came through. “For the floor, silly. I want it to shine when we’re through.”

“But, what about?—“

“I’ll give you a blowjob in the truck, let's go.”

I can feel the blush spread from my cheeks down my neck as Nash looks over his shoulder at me, shrugging while he silently apologizes.

Then they’re gone.

This was not part of the plan.

At least, it wasn’t part of the plan they told me about.

Had Clayton or Nash told me they were going to abandon me with the asshole who hates me, I might not have agreed so quickly. It’s that damn morbid curiosity that would have made me consider it, and it’s what’s keeping me here right now because I could easily run after them.

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