Chapter 17 #2
“Out,” he barks at his no strings partners.
Neither of them move, though. They just look at Alexei with shockingly hurt expressions.
“Get the fuck out. Go. I’m finished with you.
” He motions toward the door, aggressively waving them in that direction as they scramble from their respective places, grabbing their clothes as he turns back to me.
“You’d think alphas would be easier to kick out.
Less likely to want more than a few hours.
I should probably go back to fucking omegas for a while.
Maybe I’ll look through tomorrow’s shipment and pick out one or two to set aside.
I can pull a few for you, too. It’s obvious you need to get laid and—”
“Would you just shut the fuck up?” I shoot to my feet, sending the laptop crashing to the floor as I square up with my own flesh and blood. “For once, just shut the fuck up and listen to someone else for a goddamn change?”
Alexei comes at me, pushing back as he puts us almost nose to nose. “What the fuck is your problem, Dimitri? I’m just trying to help.”
“Letting me stay here is helping. Having your men cover my ass while I’m here is helping. You pushing dicks and pussy at me every fucking day since I got here like they’re a dime a dozen is not fucking helping, Alexei, and you’d know that if you listened to one goddamn word I’ve said.”
The shithead rolls his eyes and huffs, “See, here’s the thing, Dimitri. If you took me up on the dicks and pussy, maybe we wouldn’t be seconds from tearing into each other.”
“Sex doesn’t solve problems, you dumb fuck.”
“Maybe not your problems, and that seems suspicious as fuck to me.”
I scoff, “How? Please, explain to me how my not getting laid is fucking suspicious.”
“You’re a goddamn alpha, Dimitri, one I share blood with.
You cannot stand here and tell me that you don’t want to find the closest fucking omega and stick your dick so far down their throat they’ll be digesting your knot.
It’s a load of bullshit.” Alexei shakes his head and narrows his eyes, and it’s when I see his pupils dilate that I know this could easily turn bloody.
“No, not bullshit. It’s bonded alpha shit. ”
“Shut up, Alexei.”
He nods as he pushes me backwards a few steps. “Is that it, D? You’re a bonded alpha now?”
“Knock it off.” I push him back harder as a growl bubbles up from my chest.
“It is, isn’t it? You’re a weak little pussy who bonded with some omega trash and—”
My fist connects with his nose before the thought of punching him even crosses my mind. Alexei’s blood sprays across my knuckles as I hear the cartilage crunch, a river of red rushing down over his mouth but it barely phases him.
No, it doesn’t move his fucking meter at all because the asshole lunges at me, tackling me clean through his coffee table.
All the air rushes out of my lungs as the wood splinters beneath me, broken slivers piercing my shirt and digging into my back.
My cousin nails me in the gut, stunning me a little longer just so he can straddle my stomach and crack me in the jaw.
I all but roar as I finally catch my breath, grabbing Alexei by the neck and using my shins and his position to flip him up and off of me. Part of his sectional all but explodes as he crashes into it, his six and a half foot tall frame blowing it out with one uncoordinated hit.
We get to our feet quickly, ready to go around again but instead, I just stare at his bloody face for a second while he tries to shake off his dazed expression then I snatch up my keys and wallet and storm out of his fucking apartment.
It’s either that, or I start looking for the closest gun.
With a grimace, I carefully tug my shirt over my head, leaning toward the steering wheel of my truck as the pieces of coffee table in my skin pull in various places.
Not all of them are going to come out with my t-shirt and I can’t reach the ones that won’t, but after that little disagreement, asking Alexei to take a pair of tweezers to my skin seems dangerous.
Chances are he’d decide to strip layers of my epidermis off instead.
I roll my neck, stretching it from side to side as I attempt to reach one of the higher splinters and just as I accidentally elbow the horn, the back door of Knotted Obsessions opens and I duck so fast I smack my fat lip on the wheel.
I’ve been spending so much fucking time here, specifically in the parking lot, what I just did might not faze anyone. Granted, I’m not generally hiding in my truck, bleeding and blaring the horn, and that’s why I dropped out of sight.
They might know my vehicle but it doesn’t have to be obvious that I’m sitting in it.
I rub my jaw as I wait, giving whoever it is exiting the chance to get to their car before I go back to acting like a dumbass. I give them about five minutes before I peek up over the dash, flinching when I see not one, but four people standing under the spotlight.
Styx I’d know anywhere since he’s the redhead I’ve been watching fuck that Leon guy like the miserable creep I am. He’s explaining something very animatedly to the small group, talking with his hands and smiling a lot.
I squint as if that’s going to help me see better, lifting my head a little higher, and realize he’s definitely chatting with the big fucker his brother was talking about.
Guy has to be damn near seven feet tall and built like a brick shithouse.
His back is to me so all I can really see is his size and that he’s dressed in all black.
He’s also blocking most of my view of the other two people with them.
Little movements say there’s a female and a male, and she’s super tiny while he’s kind of tall. It’s hard to tell next to Goliath over there but he’s about the same height as Styx. Which is kind of tall if he’s not an alpha.
I bet those are the two omegas Ransom was talking about.
My heart pinches as that DM runs through my head, causing me to involuntarily lift higher and try to get a better look.
This building is crawling with Russians at any given moment, Knotted Obsessions seems to attract them, there’s no fucking reason at all for me to think the new omega could be mine.
It’s been almost two years of no contact. No search and rescue, no keeping tabs. My omega is gone and the stupid goddamn hope that’s making my chest hurt and bond bite throb is pathetic.
Stupid and unwarranted.
Finding him isn’t going to happen and even if I did… I’m not sure there are enough words in any of the languages I speak to explain what happened and why, then beg for forgiveness I don’t deserve.
Nothing can fix what I did.
Nothing can take it back.
I should have let Nikolai kill me.
Rubbing my chest a little harder, I strain against the darkness to catch a glimpse of either of the omegas but when I try, the giant fuck slowly drops his hands to his sides and glances over his shoulder.
In my direction.
Hood or not, I can tell he’s looking at me, the alpha squaring his stance as tension fills his posture.
A tension I can practically feel. One that makes me want to get out of the truck and walk over to them. A tension that’s both intimidating as fuck but not scary, and the fact that I’m not afraid is why I reach for the door handle.
Something is driving me, pushing me to go to them. Not just Styx or Goliath, but all four of them, and just when I’m about to give into the blind compulsion, the back door opens again and Ransom walks out.
I blow out a ragged breath as I crouch back down, scrubbing my hands over my face as I close my eyes.
Leon and Styx are a temptation. One I haven’t given into and will continue to fight, but that group? The idea of the five of them? Of making contact with any of them outside of the fucking bathroom?
That’s a goddamn problem.
A big one I’m not sure I can handle.
Which only confirms that I’m meant to be alone.
Everyone I love leaves me in one way or another, even bonds and blood can’t make them stay, and this situation just proves I have to accept that.
I’m supposed to be alone and thinking anything different makes me a bigger fool than I thought.