Knot So Broken: A Dark Mafia Omegaverse

24. Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Four

T he way Theo looks at me in his exact moment lets me know that I have said the right thing. He looks at me like I have hung the moon. That I have just given him all of his Christmases at once.

He remains stock still, completely unmoving as he looks deep into my soul. I allow it because I want him to know the truth. To have the belief in me that if anything gets to be too much, that I will let him know.

Eventually he nods. He turns to look at Jax and Ledger who are looking at me in a similar way. They seem just as speechless as Theo is.

Victor must get tired of the silence between us as he clears his throat, getting all four of our attentions.

“Did you want to come downstairs and we can show you around? Maybe we can even try and hunt down Olis and Conall.”

I nod, eager to take a look around and meet the rest of the parent pack of my Alphas.

Walking into the warehouse, my eyes widen. Multiple different groups are surrounded throughout - what seems to be - a training space. Two men in each group spar off against each other as the rest of the men crowd around them.

They don’t leer or yell at them like you would expect to see during a match. Instead they watch them with an assessing gaze.

Victor leads us through the groups, stopping every so often to watch the matches. One of the groups we stop at has a man almost at the centre of the ring surrounding the fights. He undoubtedly screams dominance standing with his arms crossed over his chest.

He also looks like an older Jax. They both share the same beautiful dark skin although, unlike his son, this man doesn't have any tattoos on his. His hair is a little bit longer than Jax’s but still short enough that it's kept mostly off his face.

We watch on for a moment until one of the men is able to get the other onto the ground. He holds him in a twist of limbs and I can’t seem to decipher whose body part is whose.

Eventually one of the men tap out. There is no clapping or celebration from any of the onlookers. They men both simply untwine from each other, stand up and head back to the watchers.

“Next fighter,” Jax’s older twin shouts as another two men walk into the centre of the circle. They take a fighting stance as they wait for a moment.

“Begin,” the same voice shouts. He doesn’t bother waiting around for either of them to start as he walks towards us. Unlike the friendly welcome I got from Victor, this man doesn’t have an inch of kindness on his face. His expression is hard and unbreakable.

“Olis, this is our sons‘ Omega, Kennedy. Kennedy, this is Olis, my pack mate.”

Olis’ eyes widen in surprise as he takes the four of us in, “Congratulations my boys. It's great to meet you, Kennedy.”

We make a bit of small talk with Olis about the current training that he is doing with the soldiers. As Capo, it's his job to oversee the soldiers and their training. What I do learn is, it’s not only physical training that he does with them, there is also a lot of mental training. As a soldier for the family, there’s a risk that a job they could do sees them being captured by a rival. They need to be able to handle being interrogated and not break.

They don’t need to elaborate on the interrogation side of things thankfully. I have seen enough to know at least partially what that would mean. I don’t need it spelled out for me.

Eventually, we leave Olis behind, agreeing to have dinner on Sunday night as a family. The thought brings a warm feeling to my chest. It has been years since I have been at a family meal, let alone one that was enjoyable. Dinners with my father weren’t something I was ever privy to unless he had some use for me. To show me off to his friends that he has an unmated Omega in his arsenal.

Moving through the rest of the warehouse, Victor shows us the armory where practically every weapon known to man is well stocked. I run my hands over one pistol in particular that catches my eye. Diamonds cover the grips of the gun. They sparkle under the overhead lights which was originally what drew my eye. I run my fingertips over the marvel detailing that runs up along the slide and frame.

I feel Ledger come up behind me, “You have a fine taste in guns, Little Omega. ”

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper under my breath. I never thought that I would find a gun breathtaking. They are such a violent weapon yet in this light, it doesn’t feel that way.

Ledger picks up the gun before placing it in my hands.

“It's a 92FS Beretta. Encrusted with over ninety carats of diamonds from Botswana. There are only five of these beauties made in the world.”

Ledger talks about the gun with as much awe as I currently feel for the weapon. I can tell that this is his domain: weapons and fighting. It suits him. I can’t see him being the suit and tie type like I can Theo and Jax.

“I like listening to you talk about guns,” I murmur as I look back at Ledger who has his head over my shoulder.

Jax chooses that moment to walk up next to us, “Careful Angel, if you get Ledger talking about weapons, he won’t know when to stop.”

I just chuckle, “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing to me.”

“And that is why you are so fucking perfect for me.”

Ledger kisses my cheek before turning me around in his arms. Picking me up, he spins me, making me chuckle before putting me down. He didn’t seem to pay any mind to the fact that I still had the gun in my hand. I gasp as I check the weapon over, ensuring that I didn’t damage it, before putting it back down in the case.

Turning around, I frown at Ledger but he just laughs. How the hell could he be so careless? I could have dropped it!

I check my hip with his as I walk away from him, not bothering to give him any more attention. Instead, I find Jax who is loading some bullets into a pistol a similar size to the Beretta.

“What are you doing? ”

Jax looks up at me and smiles, “I was just thinking that we could take you down to the range and give you some lessons. It would make me feel better if we at least know that you can work your way around a gun.”

Excitement instantly fuels me. After my adoration over the Beretta, I want to actually feel what it's like to shoot one. To feel what it's like when I pull the trigger, letting free the bullet. It kind of feels like another step to getting control of my own life.

That and I agree with Jax. If I know how to shoot, I can protect myself. Something that I understand is a need, more than a want, in this lifestyle.

Once the gun is fully loaded, Jax grabs an extra pack of bullets and leads us down to the basement of the warehouse.

It's darker and creepier down here compared to the upstairs. Much more Mafia-core if I was to put a label on it, which makes me giggle quietly.

The walkway is entirely made of cement. There are chips missing from the surface after what I am sure is years of use.

Coming to an intersection, we take a right. Banging comes from the left and I pause as I hear screaming coming from the deserted hallway.

Theo grimaces as I look up at him questioningly. Instead of giving me an answer, he just puts a hand on my lower back and pushes me along.

Eventually, we come to a door halfway down. Jax opens it up with a key and guides us in.

When Jax said there was a range, I didn't think he meant an honest to God firing range that has been built under the warehouse. A range of guns line the walls behind the ten booths .

I follow Jax as he walks over to a table at one of the booths. Finding a pair of earmuffs, he puts them over my ears before grabbing a pair for himself.

“Okay, I’m going to give you a basic rundown of the gun, assuming that you have never shot one before?”

I shake my head. There's no way my father would have ever entertained me coming into contact with a gun.

Running over the different parts of the weapon, I nod my head along as he explains everything in a way I understand, ensuring that I take in all the information of the weapon. I know what I will now have the possibility of shooting and I don’t want to be ignorant of the reality of damage that I could cause if I ignore Jax’s advice.

Jax shows me how to break down and assemble the gun a few times before he instructs me to do so. My first few tries see me fumbling for the majority of it but after a while, I get the hang of it, even if I am slow.

Jax seems satisfied enough as he smiles and gives me a nod. Putting his hands on my waist, he directs me to the centre of the booth. Putting his hands over mine, he helps to guide the gun into position. It means that his body is pressed up entirely against mine. I don’t hate it but it is a distraction, especially when I know I need to concentrate right now.

“I’m going to help steady you for the first few rounds. Once you feel confident enough, I will step away and let you get some practice in on your own.”

I nod as he directs me to hold my hands out directly in front of me. He readjusts my hands until he is happy enough with their position.

“I want you to line up these sights on the middle of the target. Sometimes you won’t have the chance to aim properly but for right now, I want you to get used to the feeling. Once you have them lined up, I want you to take a breath before putting your finger on the trigger.

When you are ready, pull and let go of it. Okay?”

I nod as I follow his instructions. It takes me a little while to line up the sights properly, but once I do, I take the breath as instructed. It instantly calms my nerves, putting me in the right frame of mind. My finger trails over the trigger for a moment as I ready myself. It takes me by surprise as I finally pull and let go of the breath. The bang from the gun is louder than I expected and I’m instantly thankful for the earmuffs knowing it would have been deafening without it.

“Again,” Jax says loud enough, not giving me a chance to turn around and celebrate.

I follow the same instructions, this time getting a little quicker with sighting in the target.

Bang.

“Again.”

Bang.

“Again.”

This same process continues until finally the magazine is completely empty. I place the gun down on the bench in front of me before turning to my Alphas.

“Can I go again?”

I lose count of the amount of times I load and reload the gun. While some of my shots are wide, missing the target completely, I’m still proud that a good portion of the shots still hit the target, even though none are close enough to the bullseye.

After the first magazine clip was emptied, Jax stood back, giving me the opportunity to shoot on my own. After the third clip, I felt him move away completely.

I never thought that shooting a weapon would be so relaxing. No other thoughts enter my mind as I zero in on the target down the range. It's just me and the weapon, no other distractions.

It's a repetitive cycle. One that I am able to get lost in.

There are no other thoughts in my head other than focusing on the task at hand. It's as though the pain from my life doesn’t exist.

Not my father and his abuse. My mother and her death. The trauma that plagues my mind every waking hour, no matter what I do to try and distract myself. The anxiety that cripples me at any given moment.

I already know that I have found peace in this one activity. Which is surprising considering the nature in which this particular weapon is used.

It makes me think that maybe I am more suited for this world than I originally believed. Which only gives me more questions.

What will happen if I have to turn this weapon on a person? Will I freeze like a part of me predicts I will? Or will I shoot without hesitation?

I hope it will be the latter even though the idea of killing another person makes me feel queasy .

If it comes down to me or them though, I know who I will pick every single time. I refuse to cower in the face of any more hurt. I deserve the life of happiness that I am being offered.

Never again will a man tell me what to do.

They will never have the opportunity to control my life like they are clearly so desperate to. A man will never have the chance to tell me what I am to do with my body again.

It's time I take control. To say no. To stand up for what I want even if it terrifies me.

I finish unloading the current clip into the target. I go to pull the trigger again but nothing happens. Unclipping the mag, I go to refill it but realize the box is completely empty.

Dang.

I sigh as I break down the gun, making sure it's safe just like Jax taught me before I turn around to my Alphas.

Each of their gazes are honed in on me with so much intensity. Looking down at them, I find each of their pants tented. It's then that I also realize that Vic must have left, leaving just the four of us down here.

Ledger is the first one to take a step towards me. I remain frozen, waiting while the predator encroaches on his prey.

Once in my space, Ledger twists a hand into my hair. His grip is tight but I don’t grimace.

Instead, the pain from his hold sends twinges of pleasure straight to my core. My arousal instantly fills the space causing each of my Alphas to growl .

“I’ve never seen something so fucking magnificent in my life. Seeing you with that gun in your hand as you unloaded round after round was like seeing a phoenix rise from the ashes.”

My breath hitches in my chest, as Ledger's gaze continues to barrel into my own.

“You were made for this life, Little Omega. Your enemies should beware. They don’t know what is about to be released on them.”

I feel a devilish smile brighten my face as I nod along with his words.

Yes. That's what I want. I want my father as terrified of me as I have been of him for so long. I want him to cower the next time I face him. To be terrified.

Ledger groans in what sounds like a mixture of pain and pleasure before his lips crash down on mine. His kiss is far from gentle. It’s hungry. Desperate, as he claims me.

I match his energy with mine. The hunger in my own kiss trying to overpower him. It's a war for dominance. Neither of us planning on breaking any time soon. I bring my hands up to his waistband and begin undoing the buttons to his jeans, thankful for his choice to not wear a belt today. I claw at him as I pull his pants down, allowing his cock to spring free.

There's no hesitation to my movements as I pull back from Ledger's lips and drop to my knees in front of him. His cock is impossibly hard as it juts from him. His cock head is red and swollen begging for release.

I don’t hesitate as I take him straight into my throat, swallowing as I bottom out at the base of his knot. It takes everything in me to hold back a gag as Ledger’s cock suffocates me.

Tears spring to my eyes and I let them fall .

A guttural groan is pulled from the pits of Ledger as I pull back slightly before taking him in my mouth again.

Breathing through my nose, I keep a consistent pace as I suck and swallow bringing my powerful Alpha to his knees.

There's no denying who has all of the control right now.

Even though I am the one on my knees, I hold all of the power. The knowledge of that just makes me increase my pleasure on my Alpha.

His hand tightens his hold on my hair as I feel his cock clench in my mouth. Bringing up a hand, I wrap my fist around the knot at the base of his cock which is instantly his undoing.

Shouting, cum shoots in the back of my throat. I swallow like I am thirsty, desperate for him and his taste.

Once satisfied, I pull back and stand. Ledger’s knees shake as he looks down at me even though I have closed the distance between us.

“Fucking perfect for me.” His voice quiet, holding none of that growly Alpha.

Unable to stand any longer, he drops to his knees. There is no other emotion but awe in his eyes as he looks up at me, “You are going to bring the entire world to their feet. I can’t wait to stand by your side as I watch you dominate, Kennedy.”