Page 29 of Omen's Bombshell

“I’m done, Darian. Oaklynn hasn’t lied about anything. You’re the one lying and have been from the second you first saw Omen. You made the decision he was gonna be your man and nothing was gonna stop you. Even now, you’re still trying to pull strings to make him yours when you know it will never happen,” Meisha states, standing up against Darian for the first time ever.

“Who tried to shoot me a couple weeks ago?” I question Meisha as Darian starts to struggle against the chains holding her in place.

“I’m not sure exactly who the shooter was, but it was definitely one of the guys from this club. You can thank Darian for that. Not only do you have a target on your back because you’re Rooster’s son, but she painted it even bigger with her lies that you were abusing her and cheated on her with Oaklynn,” Meisha answers, keeping her attention on me as Darian struggles to get to her so she’ll shut up and quit talking. “They’re not gonna stop until they get what they want. I don’t know much more than that.”

For the next hour, we continue to ask questions and Meisha answers the best she can. Brick takes notes of everything she says to add to his file after he checks out the information. Kat, my mom, and Kimber systematically destroy Darian as she screams and threatens Meisha. We all know neither one of them are walking out of here alive. Even Meisha realizes her fate and has decided to make her death easier. Darian is the only one still living in the land of the delusional.

By the time the girls are done with her, Darian has more cuts and bruises on her body than blank skin. There hasn’t been a single inch of her that hasn’t been touched. Even her head was shaved as she fought and struggled while screaming obscenities to my mom as she worked. Kimber had gotten her hits in and I saw a side of her I never knew existed. She comes off as sweet and innocent, but the pure rage and hate I saw on her face in the cell with Darian and Meisha is something I’m used to seeing on the faces of the men surrounding me. Brick stood slightly down from me with pride filling his face as he watched his woman work over Darian.

Kat stepped forward when they were done and Darian was about to pass out from the pain coursing through her body. She grabbed a knife and slit her throat, getting covered in blood. Meisha screamed as Darian bled out on the floor at her feet. Setting the knife back down on the tray of tools they’ve used to torture Darian, Kat picked up a gun and stood in front of Meisha.

“Since you cooperated, you get an easy death. Ihategiving easy deaths to anyone who has fucked with the Dirty Slayers. You’re lucky and should realize that now. Like your friend here, I hope you rot in hell. Not only did you disobey these men who took a chance on you, but you hurt a pregnant woman and caused her to go into labor early. If I had heard of anything happening to that baby, you wouldn’t get an easy death,” Kat states, her voice hard and cold as my mom steps up to my dad and Kimber heads over to Brick.

Kat pulls the trigger without hesitation and hits Meisha directly between her eyes. My dad taught her how to shoot when she was growing up and I know Kat’s kept up on her skills. She goes to the shooting range on a regular basis and practices with several guns depending on the jobs she takes on.

My dad orders the Prospects who are down here with us to clean up the mess and prepare the bodies to be buried. We all head out and I make my way up to my room. Even though I didn’t get my hands dirty, I feel as if I did. Walking into my room after unlocking the door, I head straight for the shower. Stripping out of my clothes, I toss them in a bag to be disposed of. I refuse to take any chances when it comes to the club or my family. I won’t do Oaklynn and Amanda any good if I’m in prison.

After showering and changing clothes, I make sure I have everything I need before heading out. I pause in the common room long enough to let my parents know I’m indeed heading to Oaklynn’s house for the night. This is my routine and even though I get to spend time with my girls, I hate only being with them a few hours before Amanda goes to bed for the night. Well, until she wakes up to be fed and changed. The only positive is it allows Oaklynn and I to have time together. Tonight, I’m determined to have the talk we’ve been desperate to have and just put off because neither one of us was ready. Well, it’s time regardless of if we’re ready or not. Things need to change between the two of us and I’ll do anything to prove it to Oaklynn that I want her and Amanda in my life permanently.

Chapter Eighteen

Oaklynn

SITTING WITH AMANDAin my arms, I look down at her as she sleeps against my chest. Today hasn’t been the best of days. She’ll only sleep if I’m holding her and every time I try to put her in the bassinet or her crib, Amanda wakes right back up again and starts crying. I’m not sure what the problem is, but I refuse to let her cry and scream so I don’t have to hold her. It might not be the best decision to make, but it’s the one I’ve made. My baby girl is precious and I’ll do everything to make sure she’s happy and loved no matter what it takes. Especially when she’s so little and depends on me for everything. She also depends on Omen when he’s here and I know he'd be holding her if he weren’t busy. I know something went down with the club and the guys all left work early today, but I haven’t had time to think about things because of my daughter. My entire focus has been on her.

As I sit on the couch with the TV playing softly in the background, there’s a knock at the door. Getting my phone, I check the camera to see Omen standing there looking sexy as fuck. I type out a message for him.

Me: You’ve got a key. I can’t open the door right now.

Setting my phone down on the arm of the couch, I listen as Omen unlocks the door and comes inside. He gently shuts the door so it doesn’t make a sound and I only know it’s shut because of the clicking of the locks sliding back in place. My door is always locked. Especially when I’m home alone with Amanda. I won’t take chances with those two skanks still out there. They’ve already hurt me twice and I have no doubt they’ll continue fucking with me until they feel I’ve paid for getting them kicked out of the club. In their minds, they’ve done nothing wrong and everything is my fault. Fucking idiots!

“Is she okay?” Omen asks me, walking in and looking down at our daughter sleeping in my arms.

“She’s okay. Just doesn’t want to sleep in the bassinet or crib today for some reason,” I answer him as he bends down and scoops our sleeping daughter into his arms.

Omen brings Amanda to rest against his chest as he looks down at her with love-filled eyes. He moves to sit next to me on the couch and I watch as Amanda doesn’t wake up. The only thing she does is snuggle closer to his chest before settling down again. I have no clue how the hell Omen does that with her, but it’s an amazing sight to see. For not wanting to have kids of his own, Omen is one hell of a dad and I truly got lucky with him. No matter what happens between the two of us, I will always be thankful he’s Amanda’s dad and has chosen to be in her life. I know he won’t always be here because of runs and work, but if I need him for her, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that he won’t show up regardless of what he’s doing, who he’s with, or where he is. Omen will burn down the world to get back to his daughter if something goes wrong and she needs him.

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