Page 90 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
“That explainsthat, then,” West murmurs.
“Isn’t Mabel his sister too, though?” Hayden asks. “Why would he wait for you to be ready instead of storming the castle?”
“She’s…” I rub the back of my neck, unsure of how much to say. But, if these guys are going to be my pack, they need the whole story. “She’s not,” I say finally. “Not that it matters. Dec has wanted someone on the inside long before I came here, and he…well, he wouldn’t tell me a whole lot about it, but Isaac Thornfield is a very well connected man, and anything short of a stealth mission would be declaring an all-out war, which he didn’t have the man-power for…at the time. At least if I got caught, I can’t be traced back to him, since I have my own motives.”
The next words catch in my throat. I can see their confusion on how Declan could be my brother but not Mabel’s, if we’re twins. “I’m not sure ifI’meven related to her biologically, to be honest, but we were raised believin’ we were fraternal twins. Accordin’ to Declan, his own mama died when he was a baby, andmymama married Cian when he was seven. Then, four years later, Mama fled when she found out she was pregnant with me. Cian Gallagher was one of the worst, and she didn’t want to raise her child in that environment.” I nearly snort, thinking of the man I was raised to call my father.
“She tried to get Dec to come with her when she left, but even at eleven, he knew that his daddy would never stop lookin’ for him, since he was the heir. So Mama fled, changed her name, and married the man I always thought was my daddy.” I shrug, even as I sum up the revelations that threw my life upside down years ago. “I guess Mama always felt bad about leavin’ Dec behind, and tried to check on him when he was a teen. That’s when he said he could get us out, but Mama was adamant about stayin’ away from that life.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Dec always tells me how stupid that was of her. What if he had turned out just like his father? Though, I’m not sure if he could have been much worse than Peter Harding.”
I sigh, shaking out my shoulders like it might make recounting easier. “Then, when Dec found me, the first place he looked to get some information on Mabel were the birth records from the hospital where Mabel and I were born. Well…whereIwas born. When they got a hold of the medical records…well, it said there was only one baby. Me.” I swallow, looking down. “Me. Mabel and I…we were too close in age. There’s no way she came from Mama. And to be honest, we’ve never looked even a little bit alike.”
“Shit, Fireball,” Hayden breathes, gathering me in his arms. “That’s a lot.”
I let out a breathless laugh. “Just a little bit.”
“Well then, Little Fox,” Kole nods his head, “let us continue this interrogation, yes? We can find more answers on how to get to your…maybe-sister.”
I shake my head. “No. Whether or not Mabel and I share any DNA, she’s my sister. My twin.”
A small smile tilts at his lips. “Understood,Lisichka.”
The guys seem to be taking news of my involvement in the Irish Mafia surprisingly well, so with renewed vigor I turn back to Taintsworth and rip the shirt out of his mouth again.
“Why are they tryin’ to nullify designations?”
“They’re a bunch of beta supremacists. They don’t think alphas or omegas should exist.”
“So why areyouworkin’ with them?” My lip lifts in disgust.
“They pay well, and I figured I could either play along or be killed.”
Fair enough, I guess.
We seem to be on a roll, so I keep going. “Who has access to the lab?”
“Askhim.” Taintsworth lifts his chin at Kole behind me. “He’s in there a hell of a lot more than I am.” He looks like maybe he thinks he’s going to hit me with some shocking information, but he is sorely mistaken. Sighing, I raise my knife to make a slash, but Taintsworth quickly gathers his wits. “Scientists—”
“No shit, barf bag,” I snap, knocking him upside the head again. That’ssomuch fun. “Names. Give me fuckin’ names or I’ll kill you right here and now.”
He blanches. “Um, Brooks! And Whitmore.”
“Obviously,” I snap, waving my scalpel in front of his face. “Tick-tock, Taintsworth.”
“Doctor Harrington! Doctor Sampson!” he nearly shouts. “Um, some orderlies! Digby! And Jessup!”
Bingo. That’s who we’ll need to get through the door.
“How can Sam get on that list?” I ask, dragging the flat side of the scalpel across his collarbone.
“He can’t.” For once, his answer doesn’t sound petrified and I can’t say I like that one bit.
“Why not?” My voice is ice cold.
“Because Brooks knows that he’s too nice to the patients. He’s everyone’s favorite, and knows Sam doesn’t have what it takes to be involved with something like this.”
Is that a fucking hint of pride in his voice? I obviously haven’t stabbed him enough times.
Grumbling, I plunge the scalpel into his thigh, ignoring the bastard’s scream of pain. “Sam, you’re up. Ask your questions.”
