Page 70 of Deadly Sweet

“She doesn’t look so scary like this,” I murmur. I have the urge to do everything in my power to see her smile.

“She’s just a girl who went through hell and back, and did what she needed to do to survive,” Leroy says. “And as her pack, it’s our job to give her the best life. She deserves it.”

“First things first, we need to get rid of Ashley,” Jake says. “I say we pack up her things and take them to a storage unit. Then get her a hotel for a few weeks while she gets back on her feet and finds a place.”

“I feel bad,” Leroy sighs. “Not that she’s leaving. Just that after everything she’s done for us, we spring this on her so last minute. We’re uprooting her life out of nowhere.”

“I say we take her back to the agency. It’s their job to take care of things like this,” I grumble. Ashley has been good to us, but lately the way she’s been acting has been making me uncomfortable. I haven’t said anything to the guys, but she’s been acting too friendly.

And what really has me more than okay with letting her go is the fact that I caught her referring to herself as Mama to Athena last night when she was giving her a bottle.

None of us see her as anything more than a friend. But now? It’s time we cut ties.

I have appreciation for her after everything she’s done for us, but that's where it ends.

We shouldn’t have kept her on after the baby was born. She wasn’t even a nanny, not really. She begged us to stay on, that she needed this job because she lost hers due to taking time off towards the end of her pregnancy, and she still had a mountain of student loans to pay back, not including the money she needed for the classes she was currently taking.

We felt obligated, even a little bit bad, for her.

But all of that changes now. Savannah is our Omega. She and our daughter come first. The women in our families are one thing; I would never disrespect my Omega by having another woman outside of that in our lives.

We head inside, leaving Caleb to keep Savannah occupied while we pack up Ashley’s things.

I have a feeling that if Savannah were helping, she would just end up burning everything, which kind of makes me laugh when I think about it.

An hour later, all of Ashley’s belongings are in boxes and brought out to Leroy’s truck.

“What's going on?” Savannah asks. Looking over my shoulder, I find her stepping out the front door with Caleb in tow.

“We packed up Ashley’s things for her, thinking it would be better not to have her come back to the house,” I answer.

Savannah’s spine straightens, her arms cross, and she gives a nod of approval.

There’s this pull towards her that has my feet moving. Before I know it, I’m in front of her, towering over her tiny frame. She tilts her head back, her baby blues blinking up at me. She’s stunning, so damn beautiful.

Raising my hand, I gently cup the side of her head. She lets out a contented sigh, and her eyes flutter closed as she nuzzles into my palm. It takes everything in me not to start purring. I like the feeling of her warm skin against mine. Fuck. She smells so damn good it has my cock twitching in my pants.

“I’m gonna be gone for a little bit. I have to bring this stuff to the agency that we used to hire Ashley. But I’ll be back. Will you be okay with the guys?”

She licks her lips, her eyes filling with some apprehension, but she doesn’t argue with me. “I’ll be fine,” she tells me, puffing out her chest as if to remind me she’s a killer and is perfectly capable of being on her own if needed. But that's the thing, she doesn’t need to be on her own anymore. She has us.

My lips twitch, a smile threatening to break free. “Good girl,” I tell her, my voice a soft rumble as my thumb brushes against her cheek.

Her pupils dilate as she sucks in a shuddering breath. I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back a growl as her candy apple perfume fills the space around us.

My mouth waters, demanding I find out if she tastes as good as she smells.

She liked the praise, being called a good girl. I’m going to have to remember that.

“Is there anything you’d like me to pick up for you while I’m out?” I clear my throat, voice thick with need.

Her eyes blink the cloudiness away. “Like what?”

“Something to drink, are you hungry? I can get us some takeout.”

A smile forms on her pretty face. “Really?”

“Of course.” I laugh, my hand still in its place, rubbing against her cheek. I can’t get enough of her.

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