Page 79 of Knot Happening

The man inside is a mover. His job is to get his hands on an Omega and bring her to the dungeons. Uncle has been trying to get into the illegal skin trade and trafficking ever since my father was murdered. Something he didn’t have the manpower for at first. As the years went by, he gained a stronger foothold and now…

Well, he’s set up to be one of the biggest threats to the safety of unmated Omegas in this city. If it wasn’t for his rivals.

The Hayes brothers. They have the monopoly on the market currently, and it’s rare for my uncle to get more than a few Omegas at a time. What would Tatum think, if she knew? Does she know…she can’t, if she was willing to care for them. Then again, she cares for me too, now.

Worse still, is the buyers’ survival rate. Or more specifically, the repurchase rate.

This mover is demanding more pay for his services. Fortunately for him, I was unaware of him before. Unfortunately, I’m aware now.

I grab my knife. It keeps me grounded since I haven’t used it to kill anyone in eight years, and head inside. He recognizes me. There's a flash of panic in his eyes, but then he sees the duffle. He must assume it’s filled with money for the job, rather than supplies to make this look like he killed himself.

“Easton…good to–”

His words cut off as I pull the trigger, and he falls to the ground, dead. The bullet entered his open mouth. There’s screaming…it’s muffled. Well fuck. The Omega he was moving is tied up in the corner. I hadn’t noticed her because she was silent. Her scent was smothered by a neutralizing spray.

She loses it as I turn to her. I’m supposed to take her to her buyer next. I’m not great at this part. It’s easier to knock them out. I inject her with the needle, and her struggling ends in seconds as her eyes fall shut. Her tangled, waist length hair hides most of her features.

She weighs next to nothing, and it’s easy enough to get her into the back seat, so I can finish up staging the dead body.

I start the drive to the next location to complete her sale.

As soon as I arrive, I’m on high alert. I knew the mover was supposed to go alone. That's how uncle wants it done. But when a mover is alone, there is no guarantee they won’t harmthe merchandise. However, when we have them work in teams, things always seem to go wrong. They kill each other so often…

I wonder why that is. Such a mystery. I smirk.

I lift the Omega, carrying her easily. I might not be an Alpha, but I am strong. I have to be. I have to be the strongest man working for Uncle, or my life becomes…complicated.

The door to the abandoned warehouse creaks open. I take a deep breath… Three Alpha scents.

Once inside, I can see that the buyer is seemingly unarmed, and his two oversized guards are heavily armed.

There's a fucking dog kennel with a padlock waiting, and without a word, one guard takes the Omega from me.

“Payment,” I say, tilting my head. I keep my body relaxed, as I look around for signs of anyone else.

I’m handed a duffle bag, and I watch as the Omega is stuffed into the dog kennel and locked inside.

I nod, and head for the exit. Just before I reach the door, I drop the duffle and turn back around. I cross my arms over my chest, so I look curious, rather than suspicious.

“Just out of curiosity…what are you planning to do with her? She looks young. Barely eighteen. Are you in need of a mate?” I wonder, tilting my head. The buyer narrows his eyes on me, but he must recognize who I am, because he straightens his tie and shrugs.

“Not in need of a mate. I’m not going to bond with her,” he scoffs. “She’s not even for me. She’s for my son. He’s been going feral during his ruts. Nearly killed his girlfriend, which nearly destroyed my business relationship with her father. This bitch, he can kill.”

“Ah. Understandable. I think I saw something about that on social media. Maxwell Jennings, that your son? The article said his girlfriend was in a terrible car wreck. Your son did that to her?”

The older man scoffs, then laughs. “I tried to teach him. He has my temper, after all. Show him the difference between a worthy Omega, and a disposable one…” He shakes his head. “He’ll be happy to have this one to ruin.” He glances at the Omega as she starts to stir in her kennel. “I might give her a test ride before I hand her over…”

I notice one of his guards glaring daggers at the older man, who clearly doesn’t notice. The one who shoved her into the kennel looks like he thinks he’s also going to get atest ride.

Three scents in the room. Two excited, and one…hmm. Disgusted.

While they are distracted, it’s far too easy to pull my gun out and kill the leering guard. The other one has his gun drawn and pointed at me as I point mine at his boss.

“You move, you die,” I say, as the blood from the hole in the dead Alpha’s head saturates the floor.

“Shoot him!” Mr. Jennings snarls, using his bark. The guard doesn’t. He’s hesitating. I keep my eyes locked on Jennings. This is my favorite part. When they realize what I really am. Not an Omega, but the angel of death. “FUCKING SHOOT HIM!”

Oof, his roar nearly buckles my knees. But I didn’t spend the first eighteen years of my life learning to be an Alpha, and the next eight learning how to survive them, just to break for this weak fucker.

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