Chapter 7
Chapter
Seven
MADDOX
The moment I lay down at the end of this hellacious day, my phone begins to ring.
“I pissed in someone’s Fruity Pebbles in another life,” I groan. It feels as if I’m making one mistake after another, and now a shit storm is on my doorstep.
Sitting up in my pajama pants, I grab the phone and answer. My father is demanding a video chat, a sure sign that things are about to get worse. My seventy-six year old father doesn’t appear a day over fifty, works out regularly, and prides himself on being at the gun range several times a week.
It’s survival along with vanity. Gazing at his salt and pepper hair once I accept the call, I am reminded of how much he looks like me. The strong nose, corded shoulders, it’s like looking into the mirror outside of the fact that I haven’t gone gray yet.
“Hello, Father,” I greet him. “When can we expect you in Minneapolis?”
“In a few hours,” he replies. “I’ll be by the house in the morning though. Can you explain to me why I saw Cian Sullivan drive through the gates of your home with a few others?”
People wonder why I’m so fucking paranoid, but it’s not paranoia if people are actually out to get you. In my father’s case, he simply wants to be in the know about our lives. We’re too private for his tastes.
The issue with this is that we don’t want him to know everything for our own sanities.
Keeping my features bland and unassuming, I nod.
“We had an interesting day in the office and met our scent match,” I explain, choosing to leave out most of what happened.
Whatever video he had, couldn’t have been wired for sound, and wasn’t inside of our home.
“Apparently, she’s protected by the Irish mafia.
They warned us off, but Gareth fixed the situation by kidnapping her from her home. ”
“He’s a good lad,” Dad grins. “Gareth sees what he wants and goes after it. Why didn’t you think to do that?”
“We were asked to lie low,” I remind him patiently. I swear, dealing with my family is exhausting and often causes whiplash.
“That ship has obviously sailed, son,” he scoffs. “There will need to be a wedding. Fuckin finally.”
This is exactly everything I didn’t want. My brothers and I made a big stink about how complicated it would be to have an omega for the company and our lives, but we all carefully ignored how depraved my father is.
His businesses are based on consent, but a lot of what he enjoys in the bedroom is not. This is just an excuse to enjoy our omega and call it a family tradition.
Fuck!
My face still shows no emotion as I nod. “The omega isn’t pleased with her current appearance in our home,” I explain. “She is making it very clear that she wants to leave.”
“That’s not possible,” Dad growls. “I need grandchildren, boy.”
“Olivia is in her late forties, she may not be able to have more children. She’s also not pretty enough to have us want to fuck her constantly,” I lie.
I’m attempting to use logic against my father, but even I know that’s a losing battle.
“More you say? So she’s had at least a child,” Dad muses. “There’s no harm in breeding the girl. The Behans aren’t quitters! Who raised you, Maddox?”
“You did, sir,” I breathe. “Our position here is tenuous for the business. Cian made it clear that we could stay as long as we stayed away from Olivia, however Gareth immediately kidnapped her after I agreed.”
“Well that’s too damn bad,” he shrugs. “Finders, keepers and what na. The spoils of war belong to you.”
Yep. Just as I thought. While consent runs rampant in his sex club, he doesn’t promote that for his family. As much as I dislike my mother, I believe that Dad forced himself on her.
My mother is a bitterly unhappy woman whenever she has to speak about or to my father. My younger brothers say that their mom abandoned them, but I think it was closer to self preservation on her part.
“So we’re really going to go through with this wedding?” I ask.
“Yes. It will be as soon as possible, and at gunpoint if necessary while she’s in a pretty dress. We’ll splash the photos across the city in all the newspapers,” Dad decides. “It’s time to take a wife for the four of you.”
“And if she refuses?” I ask, inwardly wincing.
“She can be drugged beneath the bridal veil, but I don’t fucking care what she wants,” Dad grunts. “Get your household in order! What else do I need to know?”
“We also had to donate a large amount of money to a charity today due to offending Olivia,” I state. “It’s not enough to put a dent into anything, but it feels like a waste if we’re simply going to keep the girl anyway.”
“I don’t care about the money,” he shrugs, his dark green eyes thoughtful. “Cian is a clever man though. He may say that you broke your agreement with him. Since our cover is blown, I’ll make a point to call the man. Maybe I can get him to understand things.”
“Maybe don’t mention anything about drugging and dragging Olivia to the altar," I suggest. “He’d take it badly.”
“Everyone is so touchy nowadays,” Dad grumbles. “It was so much easier in the old days.”
“I’ve heard,” I murmur with a sympathetic smile. “I’ll see you soon.”
Hanging up with him, I decide that this farce of control Gareth seems to have needs to end. Dad doesn’t like to be pushed, despite his pride in his adopted son. It’s safer for Gareth if he’s seen in a positive light.
Shoving my phone in my pocket, I stand and move to my door. Shirtless, I pad down the hallway past Cai and Aled’s open doorways before raising my fist to knock on Gareth’s door.
A thump on the side makes me pause.
“Give it to me harder, Angel,” Gareth says, grunting suddenly. “That’s it, baby. Now go down like a good girl.”
My jaw practically unhinges itself as it drops.
“What the fuck is happening?” I hiss. “Are they fucking?”
So much for that sob story she offered up in the kitchen. I should have known better than to have trusted that. Anyone who has dealings with the Irish mafia has to be a lying cunt.
“Why do you think my door is open,” Aled groans, coming closer. “Can’t you fucking smell her?”
Taking a deep breath, my eyes nearly cross.
“Maybe the rejection didn’t work?” I complain. “All I want to do is tear the door off the hinge and cart her to my room.”
“I’ve been doing research, and that’s not exactly how a rejection works,” Cai says, leaning out of the doorway.
“Sometimes, the craving for the rejected parts can get even stronger. Olivia won’t need us during her heat to the point of losing her mind without us, but we’ll continue to want her.
She might need to reject us back so that it’ll truly break the scent match. ”
“If Olivia knows that, she’s so ornery, she may refuse to do it,” I mutter. “How do we reverse the rejection?”
“The rejected has to accept the bond,” Cai sighs. “It’s to keep people from rejecting biology without careful consideration.”
“Fucking awesome,” Aled groans. “So I’m going to continue to want to chew my own dick off to get any kind of relief?”
“That’s graphic,” I complain.
A crash makes me flinch, while Aled winces.
“Sometimes, Gareth gets really into things during sex and breaks stuff so I can cut him,” Aled confesses. “We all heal really well, which is why the cuts are never noticed.”
“Kinky,” Cai chuckles under his breath.
“Gareth!” I yell, pounding on the door.
“Can’t talk, oh fuck, Olivia!” he yells before something thumps onto the ground.
“Well, apparently she’s teaching him new things,” Aled says, his features thunderous. “No wonder he doesn’t need my dick.”
“I’m sure—”
I was going to suggest that maybe this wasn’t what we thought it was when the nail slammed shut in the coffin of bad decisions.
“Harder, baby! Give it to me. I know you can do it,” Gareth groans.
“The little bitch stole my boyfriend,” Aled says, his eyes full of the intent to murder Olivia as he yanks on his hair.
“Go to your room and shut the door,” I instruct. “Just go to bed. She’s not stealing anything when she’s marrying into our pack.”
“She’s what?” Cai asks.
“That’s why I was coming to talk to Gareth and Olivia, but they’re doing whatever it is they’re doing now,” I sigh. “Dad is going to be here tomorrow. He called me.”
“I guess texting wasn’t enough,” Cai grunts.
“Not when he’s making life altering decisions,” I shrug, lifting my arm before pointing down the hall. “He wants to look you in the eye before he fucks you over.”
“Lovely,” Aled breathes. “This is why I insisted that we reject her, and it’s all still fucking happening. I may want to wring her neck, but allowing Dad to bend her over and fuck her is cruel and unusual punishment.”
“I’m going to try to make sure that part doesn’t happen. He’s not going to give it up easily, though,” I admit.
“We are not doing this shit to our children,” Aled vows, surprising me.
“You know you have to fuck a woman in order to put a baby in her,” I remind him, feeling as if I’m giving information on the birds and the bees. “You can’t get Gareth pregnant, no matter how hard you try.”
Aled attempts to punch me, but I duck low and swipe his feet out from under him with a grin as he falls on his ass.
“You should get back into the gym and spar with me,” I suggest, glancing up as Cai snorts. “Both of you. Six in the morning. I’ll be by to drag your asses out of bed. We need to be at our best, and I have to say, you leave a lot to be desired.”
“You’re a dick,” Aled says. “I have stitches, remember?”
“Oops,” I say unrepentantly. “We’ll get Dr. Royal out here to fix you right up if you pop any trying to show me up.”
I walk back to my room slowly to make a point, but really, I’m listening to Gareth and Olivia fuck.
My dick is dripping with precum and I’m jealous she didn’t want me. I’m in so much trouble. I’m going to have to play nice with her, aren’t I?
OLIVIA