Page 20 of Knot Your Damsel

“Yes?” I sit up straight, pulling my bathrobe closed and trying to look at least somewhat presentable in it.

Derrick slowly opens the door and steps inside, glancing around the room before he looks at me. “The body and the car are taken care of and Tim has managed to get an appointment with someone to discuss putting wood flooring in this room.”

“Thank you.” I lean back, relaxing.

Derrick has been with me for a long time, not from when I took over this business, but still very early on.

I trust him with my life, which is why he was the leader of the team that kidnapped Caleb and Vera. I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else to do it, and he came through for me.

His whole pack works for me. Most of them have met through ‘the job’, which is how he met Timothy —or Tim, as Derrick calls him— and they started the pack.

Their pack has grown significantly in the last couple of years, and his happiness over his mates and their kids has made me crave a family of my own. Even when I know that that’s likely never going to happen, not with my body this messed up.

Which is why I spoil their kids rotten.

They love their ‘Uncle Mathew’ and get anything they could ever wish for. I’m lucky that their Omega doesn’t mind at all, as long as we don’t bring our ‘business’ around the kids, as long as they don’t have to see what we do here, I’m free to spoil them as much as I want.

Though, Timothydidban me from funding research into how to clone dinosaurs when their eldest hit their dinosaur phase and really wanted to be able to hug a T-Rex. He did draw a line then, but it’s rare.

“Anything else that you need me to do?” Derrick waits patiently in the middle of the room, somehow always being perfectly professional until he’s sure that he’s off the clock.

“Could you try to make sure that nobody disturbs me for the rest of the day? And other than that, make sure that security stays alert. I have no idea how impulsive Hubert Russell’s pack is. They might try to get revenge for his death.”

“Will do.” He nods but doesn’t leave the room, still waiting for me.

“What?” I glare at him, wanting to be done so I can go back to my room.

“Do you need extra security for your room? Not to keep people out, but to keep them in?” The fucker tries not to smile as he says it, but he’s failing. He’s been way too amused with my situation ever since I took the job and realised who Caleb and Vera were to me.

“No. I don’t think they’ll be running any time soon, and if they do, we’ll track them down. I’m more worried about retaliations from Russell’s pack.”

“Okay. I’ll have someone monitor the pack’s movements and actions. And I’ll make sure to keep security tight until we’ve got a handle on them.”

“Thanks.” I turn off my computer and pile all the papers on my desk together. “If there’s nothing else for today, give my love to the family and kids. I’ll come over soon to make up for keeping you from them last night and returning you to them in less-than-pristine condition.”

“Will do.” Derrick walks to the door, opens it, but then turns to me, giving me a shit-eating grin. “Anddomake sure to get some sleep tonight. I’m not sure ‘I got railed until five in the morning’ is a good enough excuse to bite anyone’s head off tomorrow.”

He quickly closes the door behind him and the notepad slams against it with a dull ‘thud’.

That fucker…

That insolent fucker…

I also totally forgot to ask him to ask Timothy to make an appointment with my tailor to get Caleb and Vera some new clothes.

As I cross my office, avoiding the pool of dried blood, I take out my phone and send a message off to Timothy. Then I push the notepad to the side with my foot and leave my office.

Taking care of business didn’t take as long as I feared it would, it’s still before dinner. So, I ask the kitchen to bring three meals up to my room around seven and then finally return to the room myself.

I’m really excited and nervous to see Caleb and Vera again. My heart is beating fast and my cock’s already hard just remembering their scents, let alone imagining all the things we could get up to.

As I walk up the stairs, I notice that I’ve gotten slick just thinking of Caleb’s cock up my ass or Vera’s lips around my dick, and I know I’m in way too deep.

I’m their captor. Iownthem. These things I’m feeling right now are really not a good idea…

Opening my bedroom door, I’m flooded with Caleb and Vera’s pheromones, making my body even more alert as I step inside.

Caleb is sitting in one of the chairs in front of the window, his bathrobe open, only held up by his arms, exposing the rest of him. Vera is sitting in his lap, facing him, her bathrobe in a puddle behind her on the floor and she’s got her arms around his neck.

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