Page 131 of Broken Dreams

Quinn managed to find a loose thread in my client’s business accounts, and is slowly pulling at it to find where it leads. I think if she ever wanted to move into fraud intelligence, she’d do very well. I want to be selfish and offer her a job, or even co-ownership in what I do so we can take on more clients.

I have to let her find her own way, but there was joy in her face as she followed the breadcrumbs in the account that was amazing to see. I want to clear the shadows I saw earlier, but I understand it all needs to come in her time too.

I can’t force it.

“Who do we trust other than Morris for blood draws?” I casually ask. “I think this may be above his pay grade.”

“I think you’re having a conversation with yourself that you need to clue me in on,” my brother drawls, smirking.

Fucker. “Quinn and Linus mentioned yesterday that they’d like to know what the effects are from all the shit that’s been put into their bodies over the years,” I say cryptically.

While we’re not around anyone at the moment, I still want to be careful about what I say.

“Yeah, I see,” Duncan says. “I’ve been thinking about that too since we discussed it, and I think we should go to Adrain Royal at the hospital. He’s efficient and keeps things confidential. Linus may have his heat normally, or he may need to have it medically induced. Fuck, I hear those suck. I’d rather do testing before heading that route.”

“Same, and that’s what our omegas want as well,” I say, looking around as everyone else enjoys their night.

Carefree, dancing, drinking. Fuck, I feel like an old man some days. There’s a lot to handle before I can completely relax, but I’m enjoying every second I can. I can’t let myself take it for granted.

“Let’s reach out to Dr. Adrain on Monday morning, and in the meantime, let’s plan something fun tomorrow,” I add. “We’ll take Ayla too, pack a lunch, and disappear for the day.”

“Deal. We need a damn breather,” Duncan says. “Quinn and Linus like the fast pace of things because it keeps them in a routine, but we haven’t even been able to take them on a date. The weather is beautiful, let’s enjoy it before the cold rolls in.”

We’re about to head into August tomorrow, so I’m game. A summer walk, picnic, and maybe a nap. I can get behind a lazy day.

The guards begin to walk out with their dancers, and I watch how careful they are with Linus and Quinn. I expect that Cerenity and Augustine weren’t happy about how easy it was for Christian to get to Linus.

As I allow my eyes to move critically, I notice there’s more bouncers around the club than usual.

“Duncan,” I murmur, leaning to speak in his ear. His eyes are glued to our omegas, so I don’t think he’s noticed yet. “Lookaround as if you were staffing the place with security. What do you see?”

“Huh?” he grunts, making me smirk. Our omegas have us wrapped around their little fingers, and it’s very obvious. Duncan’s narrowed gaze pans across the club, nodding as he does. “There’s double the usual amount of bouncers, and some are in street clothes.”

“Exactly,” I say. “Either something is happening that we don’t know about, or they’re not taking any chances with our omegas. I’m glad for the extra security either way.”

Linus and Quinn climb into the cage, and I shake my head in wonder as it’s raised up toward the ceiling.

“Fuck, that’s high,” Duncan says, eyes wide as he watches.

“We’re completely fine,”Quinn says in our minds. “I’d rather this than be where anyone can touch us.”

“‘Cause then there would be bodies to deal with,”my brother growls back.

Quinn merely grins, our omegas’ masks over their eyes as they begin to dance and twist in the cage. The music thumps, enticing people to dance as they watch the dancers above them. I have to say it’s a smart marketing move, and these dancers are so talented.

It’s unfortunate for them that my gaze is glued to my own dancing omegas. Quinn is wearing a leather corset that is perfect for her knife and holster to slide between her breasts along with tiny black shorts over fishnet stockings. My mouth waters as I watch the way her fingers ghost along Linus’ chest before he grabs her hand and twirls her around so her back is plastered against him. His ass looks amazing in his shorts as he dances with Quinn, their movements perfectly in sync. They’re enjoying themselves as they dance, and it shows.

I don’t think I shift as much as a muscle as I watch them, barely even breathing. Everything feels effortless as Linus dropsQuinn between his legs before tossing her up toward the top of the cage for her to continue grinding against the bars. Fuck, I’m so hard, my dick is leaking, and my zipper is proving that tonight was a bad decision to go commando.

Duncan and I drain the rest of our drinks as the cages come down and the guards walk the dancers back to get changed or wait until their next routine. Instead, Quinn and Linus stay up as the next group comes out so they can leave in the next hour.

“They’re some of the best dancers we’ve ever had,” Cerenity says, leaning against the wall next to us.

“I couldn’t stop watching them,” I confess.

“It doesn’t bother you that others are too?” she asks.

“There’s a certain energy in a room full of people when you’re performing,” Duncan says. “If I wasn’t standing here, feeling it through my bond with Quinn, then I wouldn’t be able to understand it. It’s like the noise in her head just quiets and it’s just her, Linus, and the music.”

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