Chapter 14
Nick
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I’m used to changes in my life, never feeling settled enough to feel comfortable. I’ve always looked over my shoulder, ready to strike, needing to be one step ahead. Not just because of my father but also because of the line of work I chose for myself.
Since the passing of that waste of space, a whole lot of weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but only to be replaced with new burdens.
Seeing the state of the compound made me sick to my stomach.
My father truly thought he was some sort of god's gift to the world, when in reality, he was just a useless monster who only cared about himself. The money he could get, the power he could hold and the holes he could stick his damn cock into. He didn’t care about his men.
He led them to their deaths head on. He didn’t care about the people they would be leaving behind.
Hell, he didn’t care about them while he was here all these years.
The children don’t even know how to be kids. I don’t think half of them have ever stepped foot off the compound, for fuck’s sake.
And the women? Most of them don’t have a maternal bone in their bodies.
Not that I can blame them too much. I don’t think a lot of them really knew what they were getting themselves into when they got tangled up with the men of this MC.
The only women who were ever able to leave were the sweet butts.
Once you became a member’s old lady, even if they fucking hated you, you weren’t allowed to leave.
When Kane got here, he was sickened and furious. He was ashamed to be associated with this club after seeing what had become of it.
I was under the impression that Kane was going to take over, maybe put some of his men in charge until the place got up and running.
But after finding out we had a little sister, I knew I couldn’t just turn my back on this MC again. This was my home, and not all my memories were bad.
These people deserve a second chance. They never asked to live in these conditions, to live a life like they have been.
So, when Kane asked me to take the president role, I agreed. I don’t know what possessed me to do so, seeing as how just weeks before we were planning on running far away from this place and never looking back.
With our father dead, we don’t have to run. Ian made it known that he wanted to stay if we could, and now we have an Omega to worry about.
At first, I fucking hated the idea of having an Omega. Hated her for coming into our lives and changing everything. I didn’t want an Omega at this point. I wanted to be long gone from here, set up in our new life, and then meet someone once we were settled.
Life has a funny way of pushing us in the direction of our destiny.
Now, the idea of not having Nova in our lives fills me with a rage I’ve never felt. I’m not ready to let the little brat know this, but I’m fucking obsessed with her. I’ve fallen so damn hard for her. I fucking hate it. But at the same time, it thrills me.
I don’t know how to be a sweet and loving Alpha, it’s not who I am. Part of me always worried that it might be a deal breaker when finding an Omega. I know how to protect and provide, that's what I’m good at.
With Nova, I don’t think it's an issue. We crave the push and pull, the fighting, pissing one another off, picking and poking. She’s been in our lives for almost two months, and I don’t think that’s ever going to change.
Good, because I don’t want it to.
Now that we’re staying, and we’ve taken on rebuilding the MC, our lives have changed in a huge way. I hate that we haven’t really gotten a chance to bond as a pack with so much on our plate.
Ian cut back at the bakery, something I know he’s dying to go back to.
Will put his manager in charge at the autobody shop to take on more responsibilities as my second in command. I’m grateful for it, but hope he can get back to doing what he really loves.
I don’t want my brothers to give up their passions to help me. It was my choice to take this on, not theirs.
As for me, I’m a freelance killer, and I pick and choose the jobs I take. I love my job. The thrill of watching the life leave some evil fucker’s eyes never gets old.
I’m good at what I do, and everyone knows it. A lot of powerful people try to hire me and I turn them all down, for the most part. Because I have rules. No women, unless they’re monsters, no children, and only people who deserve to die.
Don’t fuck with me about wanting to kill your boss because he won’t give you that raise, or take your husband out because he cheated on you with the nanny. Get a fucking new job, or a divorce.
People are so damn careless when it comes to human life.
There’s only ever been one person I’ve wanted to kill, and that was my father. Sadly, he’s dead and I fucking wish it was me who put that bastard six feet under.
Now I sit in my living room, looking at my Omega as she tells us the events of today.
About how the fucking cop took my fucking Omega off the god damn street and threw her into the back of his unmarked police car?
Yeah he’s a close fucking second. And that motherfucker who felt like he had the right to interrogate my woman? He might be my third.
“Wait, so did he outright ask you if we were involved in anything illegal?” Will asks.
She’s sitting in the middle of the couch between Will and Ian, petting a sleeping Duchess on her lap. Meanwhile I’m holding Petunia.
Listen, I will never admit to it, but the little rat thing is growing on me, okay? If you squint real hard, she’s kind of cute. Like one of those ugly dogs, or flat face cats.
I didn’t ask for this. The little shit just attached herself to me and never lets go. Her foot healed a while ago and now she’s our pet and lives like a damn princess. She still hisses at Nova but the stubborn Omega ignores it, smothering her with love anyways.
“Well, no,” Nova answers.
“What did he ask?”
“At first, he told me I was asked to come in because I guess my whore of a mother put out a missing persons report on me. Like, hello? I’m not missing, I’m right here.” Nova rolls her eyes.
Ian snorts and Nova glares at him.
“It’s not funny!” she huffs. “I was snatched off the street, okay? Contrary to what you might believe, I don’t actually like being kidnapped,” she mutters.
“Did he hurt you?” Will asks, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
“No.” Nova grins proudly. “I held my own.”
“Yeah.” I can’t help but grin. “Got him right in the face with a confetti cannon.”
“Don’t forget the silly string,” Nova adds. “Got the fucker right in the eyes. Bet it burned.”
“We need to get you a gun,” Will says. “Where was your knife?”
Nova chews on her lower lip. “I left it in the truck."
“If you want to be going out on your own, you need to be protected,” I growl. “If I had it my way, I’d have you on a fucking leash.”
“I’m not a dog.” Nova gives me a blank look.
“But you are a bitch.” I cock a brow.
Her face scrunches adorably as her nostrils flare.
She puts the cat on Ian's lap and gets to her feet. My cock swells at the anger on her face. “Listen here, fucker,” she warns, reaching into her pocket, pulling out her switch blade. “I didn’t forget it this time.”
Petunia scurries off my lap and away to... somewhere. I lean back in the chair, widening my legs as a deep rumbling chuckle leaves me. Fuck, she’s so damn sexy like this.
“Careful, little Omega,” I purr. “Don’t be wielding things you don’t know how to use.”
“I can show you that I do, in fact, know how to use it,” she retorts, straddling my lap.
I groan as her hot cunt settles over my aching cock.
My hands grip her hips roughly as she rolls them, grinding herself down onto me.
Grabbing a handful of my hair, she yanks my head back and places the blade against my neck.
I suck in a breath at the tiny pinprick of pain. The little shit fucking cut me. “Want me to slit your throat?”
“Do it,” I growl, rolling her harder.
Her eyes flutter, a whimper leaving her chest.
“Go on, little Omega. Fucking cut me.”
She glares down at me, and I laugh. She shoves off me and scrambles to her feet. “I hate you.”
I just grin at her, adjusting myself in my jeans.
“Okay, if we’re done with the foreplay, can we continue?” Will asks.
Nova takes her seat and it takes everything in me not to pull her back over. We haven’t had sex since that night in the hotel room and I’m going out of my fucking mind.
It’s like as soon as she got here, poof, she stopped being the horny little Omega she was before. She even went on suppressants. I don’t like it, but I understand why she did it.
Now that the MC is getting a lot better, she doesn’t need to be on them. We can afford to take a week off for her heat.
“Now, what did Detective Davis ask you?” Will asks.
“How we met.”
My spine stiffens and the whole room goes quiet.
“Oh, please,” Nova scoffs. “You think I’m stupid enough to tell him the truth? God,” she shakes her head.
“What did you tell him?” Ian asks.
“I made up a story. Something we should have thought of beforehand, by the way,” she chastises, narrowing her eyes at the three of us.
Huh. Didn’t think we’d need a back story.
It’s not anyone’s business how we fucking met.
Guess I didn’t expect the cops to come sniffing around.
They usually know better. Not that I agree with it, but my father has had both the Savannah and Atlanta police departments in his pocket for years.
By default, we were left alone. They didn’t need to know that our father couldn’t have cared less about what happened to us.
Although, maybe he didn’t want us in jail because that would mean not having easy access to us for him to control and use, if needed.