Page 68 of Knot So Broken

It's been five years but it still doesn’t get any easier.

One of the men greets me at the gate, nodding when he sees who it is. The driveway up to the main house isn’t as long as ours is but the drive up is still impressive. A group of soldiers are out in the field running drills with Olis.

My fathers’ house sits up on a hill overlooking the main warehouse we operate from.

Some would say that having the house of the Don and his place of operations on the same land is insane, but it seems to work for us. Not once has there ever been an issue and I doubt there will be.

Everyone is too scared to go up against my father. He has a history of being brutal. Something that has worked in his favour more than once. Only one family has ever made that mistake. One they paid that ultimate price for.

Pulling up in front of the house, I park next to my father‘s Rolls Royce Phantom. It’s his pride and joy, the one car that I know he would murder over if anything happened to it.

“Wow.” Kennedy’s shocked voice murmurs through the quiet car.

“Tell me about it,” Ledger chuckles as he opens his door.

I take a few seconds to calm myself down before I even think about getting out of the car. I can feel my heartbeat thumping in my throat. I can also feel Jax’s eyes on me before he says anything.

“Are you alright?”

I blow out a breath I had been holding as I swallow the lump in my throat, “I’m just worried that she won’t be accepting of this life. Thatit will all be too much for her to deal with. That it will end up being a deal breaker for her.”

He shakes his head at me, scoffing, “Open yourself up properly to the bond between you two. Allow yourself to actually feel what she is feeling. I know that this is intimidating for everyone involved but you need to trust in her.”

I nod, knowing that he is right. I may be the older brother but he absolutely got the brains even if he would say otherwise.

I close my eyes, allowing myself to find the bond in my chest. For a moment there is nothing. But it's only a moment before everything that is her comes rushing in. It feels hot in my chest, kind of like a firework before it sets off. Right now, all I can feel is her. Her emotions start to intertwine with mine and I struggle to find where I end and she begins.

The one emotion that overcomes me is excitement. Turning my head, I find Kennedy spinning around, taking in my family's estate. Her smile is wide, matching the feeling that is currently overwhelming me.

She pauses as she finds me watching her from the car before practically skipping over. Opening the door, she grabs my hand.

“Come on you! You promised to show me around. You can’t do that from your car.”

She raises her eyebrow at me, almost like she is berating me like a little child. I can’t help but laugh. Instantly, Kennedy was able to take my anxiety and completely deflate it. It feels like it never existed.

I cock my head as I gaze down at my girl.

She frowns slightly, “What?”

“Do you know how fucking perfect you are?”

Kennedy attempts to brush off the compliment but I won’t have it. Sliding out of my car, I shut the door before grabbing my slowly retreating Omega and pull her into me.

“I will never get sick of seeing your absolutely precious reactions each time one of us compliments you. I hope you know that these are going to become a regular occurrence.”

“Theo...”

“I want you to know just how much we cherish you, Kennedy. How important you are. I’m never going to stop reminding you.”

Slowly, I bend down and press a gentle kiss to her lips. It's hard to not take it any further. I can feel my control threatening to slip but I know just how sore she will be after taking all three of us as well as she did.

I pull back, reaching down to grab her hand in mine.

“Come on, let's go inside.”

Kennedy gasps as we walk into the foyer of the mansion. While our house is much more gothic Victorian, my fathers went for a more beige theme. While it's far from the basic housesI have seen some of the celebrities have (why the fuck would you want your entire house white?) it still is relatively basic.

The only thing that sets this house apart from what you would see in a display home is the giant wall of picture frames. It feels like every memory from our childhood is plastered up here. From the day both Jax and I were born, to our first school dance and our graduation from high school, which just so happened to be the last photo we gotwith our mom.

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