Page 99 of Carmichael's Omega

I inhale deeply. Goddess, I missed this. Touching my sister, holding her, offering her comfort, and gaining it in return.

At first, I'm stiff, but then I realize that Cassie is limp, barely holding herself up. For the first time since Carmichael spilled the omega beans, I look at my sister. Truly look at her.

She looks awful. There's a vacant, lost look in her eyes. The blood has drained from her face, leaving her pale. Her hair looks mussed and lackluster. Suddenly, I wonder if that's why Carmichael had her sit in between us. It's not just the fact that she's smaller. She needs the support of her mate on one side and her twin on the other.

When Carmicheal steers the truck back onto the road, he reaches across the back seat and lays his hand on my shoulder. Reaching up, I entwine my fingers with his, Cassie's head lolling weakly on his arm.

"Cassie?" I say her name gently. Her eyes, just like mine, turn to me. "Do you want something to eat, Cass?" I ask for lack of anything better to suggest.

"Drive-thru?" Carmichael interjects.

"Cassie likes Taco Bell," I say when she's quiet as a tomb.

There's a beat of silence, then Carmichael starts to laugh. A fleeting smile crosses Cassie's face as I blush. It's eight o'clock in the morning. Is Taco Bell even open?

"You likeesa mierda falsa, Conejita? The Taco Bell shit?" Carmichael asks, still chuckling.

"Umm, thequesadillas," she murmurs.

"Which ones?" Carmichael asks.

"All of them?" she blushes, finally regaining some color in her cheeks.

He pulls into the Taco Bell drive-thru, still grinning. There's a car ahead of us. Leaning over, Carmichael teases my sister, "you fill your belly with the fake shit now,Buenota. Later, I'll give you authenticMexicanoto snack on,si?" His sexy smirk says it all.

Cassie bursts into giggles that make me smile. She covers her flaming cheeks with her hands, her eyes shining.

Carmichael pulls up to the window. "Order," he... orders us.

Cassie orders her breakfast crunchwrap and an iced coffee. I lean over and place my order, "Cinnabon delights and hashbrowns, please. Umm... and orange juice."

Carmichael places his order, and we pull up. As he hands us the bags, he smirks sexily at me. "Don't worry,Nene. Soon, I'll have you eatingMexicanolike your sister."

I almost choke on my saliva. Not a good beginning when I'm about to eat the sugary goodness of deep-fried bread and potatoes. Shifting, I feel myself harden at the idea of eating... something authentic.

Carmichael rubs my shoulder and plants a kiss on Cassie's head as she sorts the food. I smile and dig into my breakfast.

We drive for about twenty minutes before I notice that Cassie isn't eating much of her food. I only see it because Carmichael keeps glancing down at her lap, where she is picking at her food. The worry in his gaze is clear.

I look down at my half-eaten food and feel my appetite disappear.

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Carmichael

"Where are we going?" Mattie asks stubbornly. It's the first thing either of my omegas has said in the last hour of driving. He waited until I pulled off the road into the bar's parking lot.

I reach over Cassidy and pat his thigh, squeezing the muscle a little too hard, judging by his wince.

"This is the bar I have. The Loco Lobo."

"You own it?" Mattie asks with suspicion in his tone.

"Si. It's a good investment," I tell him.

He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, leaning on the window of the pickup. "We're from ClearHowl. I grew up surrounded by financial gurus. A biker bar in the middle of nowhere isn't a good investment."

I step out of the truck and walk around silently. My good girl is sitting in the middle seat, still buckled, her wide eyes taking in the low-slung aluminum-roofed building with a dozen bikes parked in front of it as if she's determined to not intercede in the argument between her brother and me.

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