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My ribs scream at me but the fear overrules the pain.

Arms gently curl around my body before they tighten and lift me up into an embrace. I look up to find Jax.

His eyes are wild as they flick between my own. His orbs are almost completely black as he stares down at me. His hands tighten where they hold my body. “You will never go back to that house. Do you understand me, Omega?” I nod straight away, unable to fight the bark. It's clear that Jax’s Alpha side is riding him hard at the revelation but I can’t help but admit to myself that I would have agreed even without the demand.

I hear shuffling beside us and turn my head to see Ledger kneeling before us. “No one will ever hurt you again, Little Omega. You are a gift. One we all agree that deserves to be protected.”

Theo takes a step up beside Ledger. I bend my head to look up at him. “We will protect you, love. Never again will you suffer pain. Not in this lifetime and not in the next.” His demand is clear. I feel the words from the three Alphas echo through my entire being.

The words punch through my stomach harder than any blow. Could this be what I have wished for? What I thought was once just a ridiculous dream?

Chapter Nine

My Little Omega looks up at me with so much hope in her eyes. It feels like something in me breaks.

Our girl has been beaten every day for God only knows how long.

I feel utterly helpless.

How could someone hurt something so precious?

How could her own flesh and blood break her like that?

Her reactions to certain things start to make sense. The way she bit my head off when I started to ask her questions about herself. The way she flinches occasionally. When she elbowed Jax and apologised profusely.

Our Omega has been broken down.

The thought makes me wild. The need for his blood makes me thirsty. I’ve had to kill men before as a part of this life I live.

Being not only a Mafia Don’s heir but the Underboss, there is a requirement to partake in the life.

I’m proud to be who I am.

Although, I have never taken any satisfaction for the lives I have taken. I’ve never allowed myself to give much thought into it. I didn’t want to dive into the feelings that could manifest from that. It's better pushed to the back of my mind.

No doubt it will come to haunt me one day.

But the thought of taking Kennedy’s father’s life? Of pulling his warm beating heart from his body. Feeling the warmth slowly leave him as he lies in a pool of his own blood? Watching every single second his life slowly drains from his eyes?

That is a death I will take great satisfaction from.

The thought of him breathing at this exact second, stealing the air out of lungs that need it more than he does, grates on something inside of me.

I feel it like a tic, one that I know won’t go away until he is six feet under. Or in a vat of acid.

Maybe even in the stomach of a pig.

Any option that ensures he doesn’t continue to plague the earth.

I can’t resist my hand from going out and caressing Kennedy’s face. Her skin feels like silk under the roughness of my hands.

Her green eyes resemble emeralds. They pierce the very depths of my soul as she looks at me.

It's clear she doesn’t realize who we are to her. Or maybe she does and just hasn’t allowed herself to process it fully.

While the thought hurts slightly, I can’t help but feel sorrow for her instead. I want so desperately for her to feel this feeling I have in my chest.

The overwhelming happiness I have felt since the moment I saw her. This feeling of finally finding that missing piece of my soul.

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