Page 62 of Deadly Sweet

The agreement was for Ashley to live with us until Athena was a little bit older. This is all new to me, and while yes, I’m a stay at home dad, I still need help, and the guys have full time jobs.

“Athena,” Savannah says, eyes flicking over to the crib. “Is she yours?” Savannah asks, looking back at us.

“Yes,” I answer.

“Who’s her mother?” Savannah growls.

“No idea,” I answer. “She was made with a donor egg.”

“So no Omega?” She narrows her eyes.

“The only Omega in my life that I’ve ever wanted was you,” Jake answers. “You’ve always been it for me, Savvy. That will never change.”

Savannah’s face softens.

“Has anyone slept with Ashley?” Savannah asks.

“No,” we all reply at once.

I’m trying not to freak out right now. I’ve been in a lot more stressful and deadly situations in my past, but none of them involved my daughter being only a few feet away.

It might be fucked up, but I don’t care in this moment what happens to Ashley, I care about Athena.

“I guess I’ll let you live,” Savannah mutters, pushing Ashley away. Ashley stumbles. No one rushes to help her because I know if one of us touched the other woman right now, Savannah would lose her shit. More than she has already.

She’s jealous and unpredictable. One has me turned on, and the other has me on edge.

“You're crazy!” Ashley shouts, rubbing at her neck as she glares at Savannah. “You should be locked up in a padded cell.”

“Been there, done that.” Savannah looks down at her nails, examining them.

I shouldn’t want to smile, but damn it, there’s just something about this Omega.

“I’m calling the cops!” she shrieks.

“Let me save you the time,” Savannah says. “Hey, Caleb. She wants you.”

I lose it, letting out a snort that I quickly cover up by biting the inside of my cheek.

“You guys can’t be serious right now?” Ashley swings her wild eyes between us.

“I think it’s best if you leave for a little while,” Jake suggests.

“What?” Ashley shouts.

“You heard him. Get gone.” Savannah looks up from her nails. “Before I make you.”

“We’ll talk later, okay? Just... don’t call the cops,” Walker says, going over to the crib to grab the baby. She’s cooing, not bothered at all by any of this. She’s such a good baby.

She narrows her eyes. “I want overtime for this.”

“I’ll give you overtime, in the form of my knife working overtime as I stab you to death,” I hear Savannah mumble.

“Of course. An extra week's pay,” I tell Ashley. I know she needs the money for schooling, she’s not going to turn down that much.

I feel bad. She’s a good woman—kind, great with Athena, and hard working. The agency spoke very highly of her.

We’ve never had an issue with her, but I’m not sure this is all going to work now with Savannah here. We may have to terminate her contract sooner than we planned.

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