Page 13 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

“Okay, that works.” I lay back down, pulling the covers up. Sleep is beckoning me, but I’m just not ready to get off the phone yet.

“One last thing we need to talk about before I let you go.” Ahh, crap. This can’t be good. “Tell me about these mates of yours.”

And I do. I tell him everything I know about each of my guys. Well, my new guys. The ones he hasn’t met yet. He’s already well acquainted with Gavin, so that’s a conversation I can skip.

Eventually, my eyes get too heavy to keep open, and I fall asleep to the soothing sound of my dad’s voice, telling me about the changes Mom is making to the house. Since the last attack on the compound left the house in shambles, it was time for a change. In her words.

The last thing I remember hearing is Dad saying he loves me.

I love him, too. But I’m too far gone in my sleep to reply.

“Seriously, guys, I’m not freaking broken!” Huffing out an annoyed breath, I throw my hands in the air as they continue like I never even spoke. The cast on my arm catches my eye, and I quickly drop it before they can say a word. Okay, maybe slightly broken, but I’m not reminding them of that.

This shit is seriously getting on my nerves, and I swear to all that is holy, if these three don’t start letting me do some things for myself, I may have to rethink this whole damn relationship. Yes, I was severely injured, but even the freaking doc said I don’t need to be on bedrest anymore.

But did these assholes listen?

Of fucking course not!

And even worse? They are still denying me orgasms. The bastards. If this shit continues, I’ll bar them from my bed for a night and take the matter into my own hands. Literally.

Arden disappears from the room without a word, and I raise a brow as Gavin appears at my side. He swoops down and presses his lips to mine, and I open for him immediately, trying with desperate abandon to deepen the kiss.

Fuck. Finally. This is the good stuff right here.

Gavin eats the moan that breaks free from my lips as I cling to him tighter, wanting his substantial weight on top of me. His arms come around my body, and I do a silent cheer at the fact that I’m actually getting some action. Took them long enough.

The soft bed disappears out from under me, Gavin holding my weight in his arms. I pull back from the kiss, my eyebrows pinching together in question of what’s going on. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Hunter stripping the bed, only for Arden to return to the room, his arms laden with clean sheets.

Oh. Hell. No.

“Put me down, asshole,” I grit out on the verge of tears. Gavin ignores me, yet again, and that’s about the last that I can handle. Pain radiates through my body as I buck in his arms, trying in vain to get him to release me. He has the fucking audacity to shush me in my ear as he clutches me tighter. My fist catches the side of his face, and he finally gains the common sense to put me on my feet. “Get out, just get out,” I choke out as the first tear falls.

Gods damn, that fucking hurt, but I think my pride is more wounded than my body at this point. Out of all my guys, I never expected Gavin to pull that shit. I’m still a fucking person, a fucking mafia heir, and yet they are treating me like a doll. Like, I’m just going to roll over and take their fucking shit. They obviously feel like they know what’s best for me, even if I say it’s not.

This relationship will not survive at this rate.

The three of them watch me with guarded expressions, knowing I’m on the verge of completely losing it. They are, at least, smart enough not to come near me or even try to touch me right now. My feelings and emotions are just too raw to handle any type of contact.

I wish I could blame this on my omega nature, but honestly, I can’t. This is all me. Completely fed up and tired of being doted on. If that’s even what you want to call what they are doing. Feels more like they are dictating what I need, instead of actually listening to a word I have to say.

After closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths, I get control of the anger coursing through me, then meet them all head-on. They luckily have the smarts to look ashamed for their actions.

“Listen, I know you guys like taking care of me after what happened, but you’re smothering me. Going overboard. Whatever it is you want to call it. I know it’s in your nature to need to do this for me as your mate, but I have needs too, and they are being ignored. By each and every one of you. It’s been two weeks since I woke up and a month since the attack. I’m getting better. I’m doing better. Doc even said so.” I blow out a breath. “Please stop treating me like I’m broken. I know you guys did this while I was in a coma, but I’m not anymore. I’m awake, and I’m capable of doing things for myself.”

My bottom lip wobbles as they stare at me in silence. Do they even hear me? Another tear lashes down my cheek, and I’m definitely blaming that on my omega nature. I don’t freaking cry, dammit.

“Fuck, little killer.” Hunter takes three strides and pulls me into his chest. I internally wince at the slight pain of his hold, but fuck. It feels good to be in his arms like this again. “I’m—no. We’re sorry. We just want you to get better. It’s killing us to see you laid up in bed all the damn time. And we know what the doc said, but God. What if he’s wrong? What if something happens, and we lose you all over again? We won’t survive it a second time.”

Well, fuck. Now I feel like a bitch.

He drops to his knees in front of me and wraps his meaty arms carefully around my waist, pressing his face into my stomach and inhaling deeply. Using my scent to try and calm himself. I hug his head tightly, rubbing my fingers across the newly shaved sides of his faux hawk.

Arden and Gavin finally make a move to come closer, seeing as how I’m not beating the shit out of Hunter, and they both reach out, touching some part of my body. This is the closest all four of us have been since the accident, and I can’t say I hate it. Even though I was just bitching about them all up in my business.

Hormones, much? Jeez.

A deep, rumbling purr vibrates against my stomach, the lull of the sound releasing the tension in my body. Gods, I love that. It has the power to make me melt into a puddle of happy omega goo.

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