Knot So Broken: A Dark Mafia Omegaverse

39. Chapter Thirty Nine

Chapter Thirty Nine

I still feel the adrenaline from taking the lives of the Mullen pack pulsing through my body. Rage overcame me the moment I saw their faces. It was only heightened further when Ronan spit his ignorant bullshit at me.

It felt good to take back what they stole from me.

I knew that I wouldn’t feel better until I became the executioner. I had to end them. To prevent them from ever being able to do what they did to me to another Omega again.

Because I know that they would have if given the chance. I don’t hold doubts that they have already done it to another Omega before me.

Their set up was too good. They knew what they were doing. I had to put a stop to it. To protect other Omegas out there.

Theo assesses me for a while. I can understand why he has given me an out. The last thing that I ever wanted to do was take a step back into my father’s house.

Eventually he nods before leaning down and stealing a quick kiss. His lips are soft and tantalizing. If it wasn’t for how precarious this situation is, I would steal a longer one .

Pushing down the spike of arousal that creeps into my core, I return my focus to the task at hand.

Ledger turns, waiting for my ready as he holds his hand on the doorknob. Giving him a nod, I suck in a breath as I push down the devil on my shoulder that threatens to bring up memories the scent of the house brings me.

The house is strangely quiet as we make our way through the foyer. I don’t really know what I expected to happen.

My father’s home is never normally this quiet. He always has a plethora of his men wandering around. There is always some high roller guest over that he is doing his best to get in bed with.

But all we hear is the low hum of electricity.

I feel an itch on the back of my neck, just as the sound of a floorboard creaks behind me.

It feels like deja vu as we are attacked just like the day I was kidnapped. I can feel the threat of panic trying to claw its way up my throat but I swallow it down as a man rushes me.

With my gun already in my hand, I lift it pulling the trigger the moment he gets in my sights. His blood sprays me as the bullet hits him in the throat. His eyes flaring wild as he looks at me in shock. Once he is down, I look around the room finding each of my Alphas and their fathers hand to hand with men who begin to look familiar.

Movement out of the corner of my eye has me lifting my gun in the direction of Derrick. He looks at me in surprise for only a moment. The only one that I give him.

I take delight in his death, watching as my bullet aims true, taking him down just like the last guy .

The foyer quickly becomes a sea of red. Blood splatters the walls as each of us make quick work of our opponents.

While my Alphas are busy tied up, I find the hallway that leads to my father’s office clear. Using the skills that I have honed over years of trying to be invisible, I make my way down, thankful that I don’t run into any issues.

The grunting and shouts of pain become quieter the further I get down the hall until I am in front of the double doors.

I suck in a quick breath before I twist the doorknob, refusing to give myself time to worry about what will happen behind these doors. I have one mission and I refuse to chicken out now that I am on my own. I know that I can do this. While I adore my Alphas and their fathers, I don’t need them to protect me. I want to be able to stand on my own two feet and fight my own battles.

I know that they will give me hell for not waiting around for them. I expect that there will be punishment in my very near future.

I can’t let him get away.

The stale stench of my father’s aftershave mixed with whiskey overpowers my senses as I step through the door. Looking up, I find the man himself sitting at his desk, arms held together in front of him.

He knew that we were here.

“I have been expecting you, Kennedy.” His slimy voice travels to me. There is a slur to it, hinting that he is plastered. The sound makes me cringe but I steel myself.

“I’m sure you have, Calvin,” I sneer.

His eyes harden and I watch how his fists clench on the desk, his knuckles whitening.

“That's no way to speak to your father. I taught you respect! ”

He spits the final word, evidence of his increasing anger spraying over the mahogany-colored desk. It's pitiful really comparing him to the likes of Vic who holds an authority that Calvin could only dream of. A mahogany desks only has a certain finesse about it if it is actually authentic. A luxury he would never be able to afford.

“You taught me a lot of lessons over the years, Calvin,” I reply with an edge to my tone as I say his name.

“You taught me to be quiet. To not ask for anything. To not eat certain foods. To not dress certain ways. To behave correctly in public. To be a good little fucking Omega.

“You saw to it that I obeyed your every word. If I didn’t, you beat me until I did. If I made too much noise, I was hit. If I ate my dinner before you did, you ensured I was punished.”

I scoff and shake my head at him, “And when I presented as an Omega, you took me into the basement and beat me until I was black and blue. You broke bone after bone because something, that was completely out of my control, displeased you.”

My throat becomes choked as my brain begins to wonder as I relive my trauma.

“It's no wonder that Mom killed herself.”

You made me want to kill myself.

I push down my thoughts as quickly as they come. If I drift too far now, I know that I won’t be able to see this through.

My father makes a pitiful attempt at a growl. It's a sound that I have heard coming from his room as he practices intimidation in the mirror late at night. If I wasn’t in such a rage, maybe I would laugh .

“Your mother was a useless piece of shit just like you were! A cheating whore of a fucking Omega that couldn’t wait to spread her legs once she was scent matched.”

Calvin continues to ramble but my mind lingers on his last words.

My mother was an Omega? No. No, she was a Beta. That's why he was so angry when I presented. Two Beta parents can’t make Alpha or Omega children.

His words continue to filter in through my shock, “... should have known that you would have presented as an Omega just like that whore.”

I shake my head to try and clear it. Deep down I know that he knows he is fucked. His men are useless. Severely under trained and only able to get the drop on us when we were taken by surprise.

So why would he lie?

Is this the truth?

As he continues on spewing his regularly scheduled drunken vitriol, I come to understand his words ring true.

My mother was an Omega. She had a scent matched mate. Maybe more.

Cutting off his bullshit before he can get too carried away I interrupt him, “What did you do, Calvin?”

His lip curls as he rises from his desk. I’m sure the way he has his hands on the cheap wood as he leans over it is meant to look menacing but it doesn’t.

Not in the slightest.

“When that bitch came home and informed me that she had met her pack and they were a scent match, I was furious. I gave that whore everything she could ever want! But like the useless fucking Omega that she was, it wasn’t good enough for her. So, I ensured that no one would ever come looking for her again.

“I locked her up in this house so she could never leave me. Nine months later you popped out. She cried and cried. Begged me to let your real fathers take you. That if I let you go, she would stay with me.”

He snorts as he straightens, “But that wasn’t good enough. They wanted to take everything from me. So instead, I ensured that they could never have what was theirs.”

Anger thrums through my system as I look at the man before me.

Calvin Hayes isn’t my father.

The man before me is my captor. Nothing more. He was a selfish bastard that couldn’t look past his clear obsession with wanting my mother.

We are told that relationships outside of scent matches are risky. There will always be that potential that one of the partners will find their true mates.

Yet, he couldn’t seem to handle that.

“She wanted me to fucking make a pack with them,” he mocks, his eyebrows furrowing,

“She was mine. My fucking wife. Not theirs.”

He pants as he ends his rant. If steam could come out of his nose, it would.

“You wanted her all to yourself,” I sneer.

He throws his hand up, “Finally, the first intelligent thing that has ever come out of your mouth.”

Disgust fills me as I look at him. Never have I seen a poorer excuse for a man in my life. Even though she found her scent match pack, she still wanted my father to be a part of her life. It wasn’t good enough for him. He wanted her all to himself.

Lifting my gun from where it has hung beside me, I hold it in front of me sighting it in so when I pull my trigger, it will hit in between his eyes.

He laughs, “What do you think you are going to do with a weapon like that? Put it away little girl. You will hurt yourself.”

“Don’t be so concerned about my well being, Calvin. You have never cared before so why now?”

His eyes harden as he takes a step around the desk. My gun trails him.

“Put the weapon down, Kennedy.”

“No, I’m not going to do that. You have taken everything for me. You have beaten me down for years. Fed my body full of suppressants to stop my heat.”

Instead of him taking a step towards me, I move closer to him. I see a hint of panic in his eyes.

“You took me from my pack and fucking sold me! The moment you lifted a hand to me was the day you sealed your own fate.”

Moving my gun down to his knee, I pull the trigger, destroying his kneecap. His scream echoes through the room as he collapses onto the floor. His blood slowly begins to pool underneath as he cradles himself.

I startle as the doors behind me slam open. Theo, Jax, Ledger and their fathers storm into the room, pausing as they see Calvin before me.

Ledger rushes me, turning me around and grabbing my face in his hands, “Are you okay, Little Omega? ”

He pulls back from me slightly as he looks over my body, checking for any wounds.

“I’m okay. Did you deal with them?”

He nods before looking down at Calvin who is now rolling around on the ground, clutching his knee. Snorting, he watches the pitiful act. But instead, I watch him.

Eventually, his gaze returns to mine, “What do you want done with him?”

Turning my head, I watch as Vic and Olis pick him up underneath his arms. They have to hold him up so that he doesn’t collapse now that his knee has been blown out.

I give myself a moment as I take him in. For years I have held so much anger for him. He has pushed me to my lowest, to the point that I didn’t want to live anymore. I had prepared myself to be the one that would end his era of terror. But as I look down at the weak man before me, I can’t bring myself to care for him anymore.

If I was to kill him now, would that ensure that I am able to heal? Or if I was to hand the fate of Calvin into the hands of my Alphas and their fathers, would the knowledge that he had been dealt with be enough for me to overcome a lifetime of trauma. Would watching my retribution be enough?

“I...” I stammer as I look back at Ledger, undecided.

“It's okay to not want to kill him, baby. He is your father after all,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb over my cheek.

“He isn’t my father,” I whisper. Ledgers thumb pauses on my cheek as he bends down to catch my eyes from where they dropped from his face.

“What do you mean? ”

I blow out a breath, “It's a really long story but my mother had a scent match pack that she met, nine months before I was born. He isn’t my father.”

Ledgers face hardens as his thumb returns to stroking my cheek, “That mother fucking piece of shit.”

There is an edge to the tone of his voice letting me know that he is barely holding onto his restraint.

I wanted to be the one to be the executioner but now, I don’t think I really care to be.

I just want him gone.

I find both Theo and Jax as they stand beside Vic. All three Alphas are vibrating in anger as they wait for my decision.

Turning back to Ledger, I give him the wickedest smile I have, “Make him suffer.”