Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
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I know I should be going home, I have work tomorrow. Yet, I’m still sitting at my new favorite spot at The Rusty Pipe, drink in hand as I slowly sip it, watching the omega who never fails to capture my attention, completely working the stage like it was made for him.
He knows I’m here, his eyes keep finding me every chance he gets.
When he looks my way again, dipping low, getting a reaction from the crowd, I give him a subtle smirk, lifting my drink to my lips.
He smiles, continuing on with his dance.
“I could watch him for hours.” Willow’s voice in my ear makes me have to suppress a moan.
I’m sitting snuggled in her lap, her arms wrapped around my waist, her chin resting against my shoulder.
It feels right, comfortable, safe. Something that both thrills and terrifies me.
Being with Willow is easy, fun. She’s like the best friend I didn’t know I needed.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Lexi. She’s my main girl, same with Aries, Lark, Luna and Silva.
There’s just something about Willow that has me feeling as if I can let go, open up, and be myself.
To a certain extent, only since there's still the elephant in the room, you know, the whole me being a serial killer thing.
We still haven’t had the chance to bring that up yet.
The longer we wait, the more anxious I become, because a part of me doesn’t want to. I don’t want to lose what we’re building. However, the other part knows I can’t build something with them on a lie.
Turning my head to the side I find her face close to mine. My heart starts to race, this low electric buzz simmering under my skin, that pull I always seem to have whenever she's around, begging me to kiss her. She’s right there.
As if she could read my thoughts, she turns to look at me, our mouths just an inch apart.
My breathing picks up, my thighs clenching together as my core grows slick.
She’s waiting, letting me take the lead.
I’ve been holding back, a bit out of fear about getting too close and getting hurt if this doesn’t work out how I want it to.
But, I need to give it a chance before I set it up for failure. It’s not fair to Willow, or Jude. They’re trying, they’ve been patient and I adore them for it.
Now it’s my turn to give them something.
Licking my lips, I love how her nostrils flare.
You know what, fuck it. I want this. I want her.
Before I can overthink it, I lean forward and press my lips to hers. My whole body lights up like a Christmas tree, and I know I’m perfuming like crazy, but I don’t care.
Willow lets out a low growl as she swallows my soft whimper. Our lips move together in a heated but tender kiss. It has my mind buzzing and my blood pumping.
When we pull back, I look at her with pure need. I want more.
She gives me a smile, reaching up to brush her thumb against my lower lip. “That was perfect,” she murmurs.
“Yeah baby!” someone screams. “Take it all off. Let us see you shake that ass. Show us your fat cock.”
My eyes widen at the same time Willow’s do. Our heads snap toward the stage where Jude is still dancing. Two men stand at the end of the stage, laughing and looking very intoxicated.
Jude keeps dancing, but he shoots us a worried look.
“Oh fuck no,” Willow growls.
I’m on my feet in a second, Willow following after me.
“Hey!” Willow barks, grabbing both guys by the arms. They turn to face her and grin.
“Hey, pretty lady,” the black haired one slurs.
“Sit the fuck down and keep your derogatory words to yourself, before I force you to.”
Not gonna lie, seeing Willow go all alpha is fucking hot.
“What's wrong, pretty mama?” the other one with the brown hair says. “It’s a strip club. They’re here for our entertainment. If I want the omega to show me his fat cock, I think it’s only fair.” He gives her a sleazy smile.
The first guy looks at me and chuckles, “Hey, sweet thing. Let’s get out of here.”
I snort a laugh. “I’d rather swallow glass, thanks.” I give him my best sugary sweet smile.
His grin drops, anger seeping in.
“Don’t fucking look at her,” Willow warns. “Don’t look at either of them.”
“Shut the fuck up,” the brunette says. “Know your fucking place.”
My eyes widen and my hand reaches into my pocket, ready to grab my knife.
But before I get a chance to kill these fuckers in a place that’s not so easy to cover up, Atlas is behind them, a murderous look on his face.
“It’s time for you to leave.” His voice is low, controlled, but I know he’s just keeping himself together for the sake of the other customers and the dancers. He doesn’t want to scare them.
“Hey man, chill,” the black haired one says. “We’re just having fun. No need to get worked up about it.”
“Fun?” Atlas snarls. “No one thinks it’s fun to have vulgar things shouted at them while they’re trying to do their job.
That's harassment. And I don’t fucking allow that in my club.
I also don’t allow creeps like you fucking with my pack.
That man up there”—Atlas points to Jude—“is my fucking omega.”
“You let your omega whore himself out?” the brunette snorts. “Some alpha you are.”
“You really need to know when to stop talking,” I snort a laugh, shaking my head.
“He is his own man. He can do whatever he wants with his body. And he’s not a whore.
So shut the fuck up before I make you,” Atlas snarls.
“And her”—Atlas points to me—“my woman.” Then he points to Willow.
“Also, my woman. Disrespect them, and you deal with me. Now, get the fuck out of my club and never come back. Or else.”
“You know what, fuck this shit,” the black haired one says. “Let’s go.”
The two of them shove past Atlas, but Atlas sticks his foot out, tripping the guy and making him fall into his friend. The two of them fall to the ground, making everyone laugh.
I watch in amazement as they scramble to their feet, shooting Atlas pissed off glares before making their way out of the place.
“You two okay?” Jude is off the stage and at our sides now.
“Yeah baby, we’re fine.” Willow pulls him into her arms. “Are you okay?” she asks, searching his eyes.
“I’m fine. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” Jude gives her a reassuring smile.
“You were amazing up there,” I tell Jude, stepping close to kiss him on the cheek.
“Thanks.” He bites his lip. “You two were amazing down there.”
Willow looks my way with heated eyes and I can feel my cheeks grow warm.
“I’m sorry that happened,” Atlas tells Jude. “I’ve never seen them before. They must be just passing through or new to town. But they won’t be back again.”
Jude nods, letting Atlas kiss his temple.
“I’m going to bring him home. Did you want to come with me?” Willow asks me.
I look up at Atlas. I want to say yes, a sleepover sounds amazing but I need to talk to him.
“I’ve got to work in the morning. I’m going to get Atlas to drive me home. I’ve been drinking.”
“Okay,” Willow nods, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips. “Be safe. Call if you need us, okay?”
“I will,” I smile softly.
The two of them leave and Atlas and I head to his office.
“Something tells me those two are going to become an issue, Atlas,” I say, starting to pace in his office.
“I’ll keep an eye on them. They won’t be back in the club. I promise.”
“I don’t like them. They give me bad vibes,” I shiver, trying to get the layer of ick off me.
“Hey.” Atlas gently grabs my shoulders, stopping my pacing. “If it comes to it, we’ll deal with it, okay?”
“Okay.”
I hope this was just two drunk assholes making a mistake, not something that will become a bigger issue.
By the time I’m done at work for the night, I’m exhausted.
“Hey,” Silva says when I groan, putting my forehead on the bar top as exhaustion takes over me. “Why don’t you take a few days off? You work too hard and you deserve it.”
I want to argue, and before, I might have. But honestly, I could use more time off work. Having time to spend with Willow and the guys has been nice. Even if it’s just hanging around The Rusty Pipe.
“Are you sure?” I lift my head.
“Yes,” she chuckles. “We have some people coming in for interviews tomorrow. I think a few extra hands around here are needed. Also makes it so we have more time for our packs and not just working our lives away,” she grins.
“Packs,” I murmur. “So weird to say.”
“I know, right?” she says. “But, life is good.”
“It is,” I grin.
“I’m happy for you.” She wiggles her brows. “Don’t think I haven’t seen your admirers in here.”
“Thanks,” I laugh. “They’re pretty amazing.”
“Do they know?” she asks, raising a brow.
“Know what….” I say slowly.
Silva snorts, “Babe, I’m not stupid. I know what you do in your free time.” She raises a brow.
“Do you?” I ask. I know the girls wouldn’t judge me for killing people, they’ve done it themselves when we took down Gideon. I just don’t know if that's something they’ve done in their personal time like me or not. We’re close, but as time’s gone by and everyone started packing up, we’ve been busy.
“Just remember, honesty is key. If they care about you, they will understand.”
I snort out a laugh. “I don’t know if that's something people can just understand.”
She shrugs, “Look at mine and Lexi’s packs, and the rest of the girls. They know what we’ve been through, and that this life is fucked up. They just might surprise you.”
Leaving Silva, I agree to that week off work. And I’m pretty excited. To sleep in would be nice. I might just go over to Willow and Jude’s place and take one of those grade A naps.
That alone should tell me just how perfect they are for me.
After texting everyone goodnight, I crash.
The next morning I’m on my way to grab a coffee when I notice something that has my hackles rising.
The two guys from the club the night before last are here. They're standing next to a truck in the parking lot of the restaurant across the street, arguing.
“Not in my fucking town,” I hiss, pulling my phone free.
I pull up my camera and snap a photo, sending it to the town sheriff, Syrus.
Me
These men are trash and are not welcome in Widows Peak.
I send the message with the photo attached. A moment later, I get a response.
Syrus