Page 109 of Knot All That Glitters: Part 2

Jude shakes his head like he agrees with me, but I know him well enough to know he won’t verbalize it. “We can’t worry about it now,” he says. “What’s done is done. We need to focus on the good. We got Ren out alive. She’ll walk again. Haven is safe from her father and she’s fucking ours.”

That simple statement still makes my chest ache with warmth. Haven is ours. I can feel her right now in my heart, guilty and relieved, happy and sad at the same time, and if I’mnot mistaken, a little turned on, too. I wonder what the hell she and Ren are talking about.

Hale and Creed nod. “We have one more loose end to tie up,” I remind them. “Two actually.” I restate.

They all watch me with brows arched. “Belinda needs to lose fucking everything. And I don’t relish the idea of Brian Coogan still living on the same planet as our girl.” Brian Coogan is in jail and will be for a long time. Even if he’s released early, he won’t get within a hundred feet of our girl. But even that would be too fucking close.

Hale nods slowly, scrubbing his fingers over his mouth. “Yeah, you’re right. Two loose ends need to be cut and then we can focus on building our life with our omega.”

Creed looks away from the door, his attention apparently peaked. “So what’s the plan?”

For Brian, the plan is simple.

Deposit an obscene amount of money int he right commissary accounts. Give a few of the inmates a reason to riot. Have one of them use it as a cover to shank Brian. Easy peasy. Well, we might have them really terrify him for a while first. Make him feel helpless and scared like Haven did every time he entered the room with her.

But the result will be the same. Brian Coogan will no longer inhabit the same planet as Haven, and that’s all that really matters.

For Belinda? Well, she made clear the best way to hurt her when she told us her price for getting us the video evidence we thought we needed before Haven went in and shot her father like the amazing vengeful goddess that she is.

“You ready?” Hale asks our omega, sliding a hand onto her low back. She’s wearing this sexy little navy blue dress with buttons up the front, a heart-shaped neckline and cap sleeves. The flirty skirt falls to just above her knees. Overall, it’s pretty demure, a little businessy, but still entirely our omega.

Yeah, ours.The lower neckline leaves her throat on display, along with all four of our bites. Claimed and mated. Back straight and shoulders squared.

She smiles up at our prime alpha and nods. “Yeah, I’m more than ready. Let’s do this.”

He presses a kiss to the side of her head and then urges her up the stairs to the bright red door. Jude falls into step next to her, and Creed and I follow just behind, keeping our omega at our center.

The door man doesn’t so much as bat an eye as we sweep by him like we own the place, which technically, I suppose isn’t far off.

A sly grin pulls across my face as we move through the lounge and into the ‘employee only’ area using the keycard Belinda made for us years ago. We don’t hesitate, don’t slow as we navigate the halls and finally enter the conference room. Or at least the room that looks like a conference room, but more often than not, is used for boss/employee scenes.

But beside the lounge or the auditorium, it’s the only room big enough for what we have planned. And we need the relative privacy it offers.

The five of us take seats, Haven in the center, Hale and I on one side, Jude and Creed on the other, and then we wait. It doesn’t take long. Belinda bustles in and eyes us, seated at the table like we own the place, which again isn’t that far off.

If she’s surprised to see us, she does an excellent job of hiding it. “Haven, gentlemen, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Hale slips his arm along the back of Haven’s chair, leaning back in his own, completely at ease. “Oh, I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Her brows shoot up and she gets a hungry, eager look in her eyes. “Did you manage it? Did you convince him to-”

She cuts off as the door opens and her business partner, Howard Hanes, a lone alpha and an all-around asshole, steps in. Haven wrinkles her nose at his overwhelming patchouli scent, not so subtly ducking closer to Hale to get a whiff of him instead.

Hanes pauses on the other side of the door and doesn’t hide his surprise as Belinda rounds the table and takes a seat on our side, as though she’s with us, as though it’s us against Hanes. Jude grunts when she drops into the chair next to him and shifts away from her and closer to Creed.

“Have a seat, Hanes,” she says, motioning to a chair on the other side of the table.

He ignores her and looks at my pack. “Are we doing this now? I thought we’d scheduled a meeting for later this week.”

Hale gives him a reassuring smile. “We did, but something came up and we found we needed to move faster.”

Hanes nods and drops into a chair on the other side of the table, a fine sheen of sweat already misting his forehead. Belinda shifts in her chair toward us expectantly, and Hanes arches a brow, but not one of us make a move to start.

“Should we start?” Belinda says, sounding smug as fuck, like she thinks she’s won, but she cuts off when the door opens and four alphas stride in.

“Excuse me, this is a private meeting,” Hanes snarls. But they ignore him, spreading themselves around the room. Haven stares at them wide eyed, cheeks just slightly flushed.

I can’t even blame her. The Cardinal Pack is handsome and closer to her age than we are. North with his piercing black eyes and silky black hair. Japanese-style tattoos crawling all overhis skin, covering every exposed inch except for his face. South with his wavy jaw length blond hair and scowling brow. And the twins, East and West. Mirrors of each other with dark hair, olive complexion that speak of their Italian roots and dark green eyes.

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