Page 42 of Deadly Sweet

“I know.” I crouch down next to him. “And I know it sucks. But Jake, what matters is that it's her. We need answers. We need to know where she's been, and how the hell she's here.”

“And why did she kill that man?” he whispers. “She works for your sister. Caleb, she’s a killer.”

“Yeah, I got that. But that doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t?” He laughs, but there’s no humor in it.

“Nope. Because she’s ours, Jake. She’s our Omega. Tell me you wouldn’t love her no matter what?”

“I’ve been in love with her since the moment she stood up for me all those years ago and told the mean girls to fuck off.” He laughs, closing his eyes as he tilts his head back against the wall. “She walked right up to them, told them being a bitch isn’t attractive, and then sat down next to me. The rest was history. So, no. I don’t think I care that she kills people.” He opens his eyes and looks at me. “Does that make me fucked up?”

“Maybe.” I grin. “But I’ll be fucked up right along side you. You know my sister, you know her rules. Whoever that guy was, he deserved it.”

“I wanna know,” he says, standing up. “I wanna know where she’s been and why she doesn’t remember me.”

“Then let’s go,” I say, standing too. “Our Omega is waiting for us.”

We walk towards the limo in silence. We’re almost there when it pulls up next to us. Savannah pops her head out of the top. “Get in, losers! We’re going shopping.” She laughs before ducking back down into the vehicle.

“I’m not sure what she was like when you two were growing up, but this Savannah? Yeah, I’m already obsessed.”

Jake says nothing as the door opens and we slide inside.

“I’m never suggesting a guy's night out again,” Walker mutters, arms crossed as he looks out the window.

“Good,” Savannah says, sliding up next to him. “Because I won’t let you.”

Walker’s eyes snap down to hers. “And why the hell not?”

“Because...” She smiles sweetly. “If I ever see another woman so much as look at you with lust filled eyes—and trust me, you’re all fucking pussy melting, so it’s going to happen—I’ll fucking stab them.” She bats her eyelashes at him. “You're all mine now, big boy. Get used to it.”

“Savvy,” my sister groans. “You're coming on too strong.”

“No, she’s not.” I chuckle. “She’s fucking perfect.”

Savannah gives me a bright smile. “I like you,” she says, leaving her spot next to Walker and taking a seat on my lap.

“Good.” I smile down at her, my hand gripping her waist. “Because I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

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