Page 109 of Knot So Broken

Chapter Thirty Nine

Istill feel the adrenaline from taking the lives of the Mullen pack pulsing through my body. Rage overcame me the moment I saw their faces. It was only heightened further when Ronan spit his ignorant bullshit at me.

It felt good to take back what they stole from me.

I knew that I wouldn’t feel better until I became the executioner. I had to end them. To prevent them from ever being able to do what they did to me to another Omega again.

Because I know that they would have if given the chance. I don’t hold doubts that they have already done it to another Omega before me.

Their set up was too good. They knew what they were doing. I had to put a stop to it. To protect other Omegas out there.

Theo assesses me for a while. I can understand why he has given me an out. The last thing that I ever wanted to do was take a step back into my father’s house.

Eventually he nods before leaning down and stealing a quick kiss. His lips are soft and tantalizing. If it wasn’t for how precarious this situation is, I would steal a longer one.

Pushing down the spike of arousal that creeps into my core, I return my focus to the task at hand.

Ledger turns, waiting for my ready as he holds his hand on the doorknob. Giving him a nod, I suck in a breath as I push down the devil on my shoulder that threatens to bring up memories the scent of the house brings me.

The house is strangely quiet as we make our way through the foyer. I don’t really know what I expected to happen.

My father’s home is never normally this quiet. He always has a plethora of his men wandering around. There is always some high roller guest over that he is doing his best to get in bed with.

But all we hear is the low hum of electricity.

I feel an itch on the back of my neck, just as the sound of a floorboard creaks behind me.

It feels like deja vu as we are attacked just like the day I was kidnapped. I can feel the threat of panic trying to claw its way up my throat but I swallow it down as a man rushes me.

With my gun already in my hand, I lift it pulling the trigger the moment he gets in my sights. His blood sprays me as the bullet hits him in the throat. His eyes flaring wild as he looks at me in shock. Once he is down, I look around the room finding each of my Alphas and their fathers hand to hand with men who begin to look familiar.

Movement out of the corner of my eye has me lifting my gun in the direction of Derrick. He looks at me in surprise for only a moment. The only one that I give him.

I take delight in his death, watching as my bullet aims true, taking him down just like the last guy.

The foyer quickly becomes a sea of red. Blood splatters the walls as each of us make quick work of our opponents.

While my Alphas are busy tied up, I find the hallway that leads to my father’s office clear. Using the skills that I have honed over years of trying to be invisible, I make my way down, thankful that I don’t run into any issues.

The grunting and shouts of pain become quieter the further I get down the hall until I am in front of the double doors.

I suck in a quick breath before I twist the doorknob, refusing to give myself time to worry about what will happen behind these doors. I have one mission and I refuse to chicken out now that I am on my own. I know that I can do this. While I adore my Alphas and their fathers, I don’t need them to protect me. I want to be able to stand on my own two feet and fight my own battles.

I know that they will give me hell for not waiting around for them. I expect that there will be punishment in my very near future.

I can’t let him get away.

The stale stench of my father’s aftershave mixed with whiskey overpowers my senses as I step through the door. Looking up, I find the man himself sitting at his desk, arms held together in front of him.

He knew that we were here.

“I have been expecting you, Kennedy.” His slimy voice travels to me. There is a slur to it, hinting that he is plastered. The sound makes me cringe but I steel myself.

“I’m sure you have, Calvin,” I sneer.

His eyes harden and I watch how his fists clench on the desk, his knuckles whitening.

“That's no way to speak to your father. I taught you respect!”

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