Page 45 of Deadly Sweet

Caleb looks down at me, his face softening. “No.” He shakes his head, then laughs. “But I sure feel like I do. Or at least the person you were before. The amount of stories I’ve heard, I felt like I was there living them with you.”

My stomach flips. “Stories from who?”

“Me,” Jake says, stepping back into the room. He looks paler than before.

I lick my lips, heart racing. “We know each other?”

“Oh yeah.” Jake laughs sadly, eyes watering. “Yeah, we do.”

I’m not sure what to say.So I knew one of my Alphas before I was taken?

“How?” I ask.

He runs a shaky hand through his hair. “We were best friends.” He smiles softly.

“Oh,” I whisper.Why do I feel like crying?I don’t remember this man. Yet, the thought of him hurting over me makes me want to walk over there and hold him.

“We’ve been looking for you since you were taken,” Caleb states before looking at his sister. “Years and years. With no trace. And yet, you somehow know enough about where she was to be able to cook up a plan with our brother to free her?”

“The fewer people who knew about her whereabouts, the better,” Duchess defends. “Jeremy was already risking his life enough as it was.”

“And you thought I’d do something to put his life at risk?” Caleb growls.

“Not on purpose. But I know how close you were to this case, to getting Savannah back. We were not emotionally invested like you. She was an Omega we wanted to see saved. To you, she was your best friend’s Omega, whom you’ve spent half a decade trying to find. I knew if you knew where she was, you would have risked your life to get her out. And I wasn’t going to allow my brother to die when there was a better way.”

“That doesn’t explain why you didn’t tell us when she was free!” Caleb shouts. “You kept her from us for six months!”

“It wasn’t that easy,” Duchess growls. “With everything going on in your life at the time, bringing you a damaged Omega didn’t seem like the right idea.”

“Don’t call her that,” Jake growls.

“But it’s true,” I speak up, all eyes darting over to me. “I’m fucked up.” I laugh. “No, really, I am. Like full-on crazy. Okay, so I could be worse, but spending five years in solitary confinement does shit to your head, you know? Am I a danger to myself? No. I am not stupid. I know stuff. Okay, sure, because I don’t remember, what I know is based on movies I’ve watched, but I did do a lot of internet surfing when I got out—discovered porn too. That's pretty fun. Sex was never like that for me. Not that I remember having sex, I was usually drugged during my heats. But I’m excited to try it out, you know?”

Duchess groans as the guys gape at me.

“What?” I blink, looking around. “Did I say something wrong?” Probably, but I’m not the best with social cues and shit. I mean, what do you expect? I was never around people.

“Too much too soon, babe,” Duchess says.

“Oh.” I wince. “Sorry, I tend to overshare. Was it the porn part? I’ll totally stop watching. I have Alphas now, I don’t need porn.”

A hand covers my mouth, and I look over to see Duchess glaring at me. “Shut. Up.”

I pout against her palm. “Fine,” I mumble.

She removes her hand and sighs before looking at the guys. Why do they look like Duchess does when she’s pissed, like she wants to murder people.

Oh! Do they like to kill too? Oh my god, we could do a group date! That would be so much fun. We could give each other pointers.

“I’m going to kill him,” Caleb growls. “I’m going to drive over to his fucking house and put a bullet through his head!”

“Who?” I frown.

“Corbin!”

“No, you're not.” I snort.

“Why the fuck not?” he demands.

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