Page 48 of Nest of Thieves
Mac’s a bastard for telling her where we live.
She never would have found us if it weren’t for him.
If she dies, it’s on him.
I scrub my hands over my face, groaning at my throbbing erection. I roll out of bed and climb into a cold shower, denying my dick my hand. It would be easy to relieve the pressure. Though it doesn’t feel right to take what belongs to Jo. Maybe she’d do me a favor and wrap those full lips around my shaft and suck the cum out of me.
No. Think about something else.
The cleanup at the shop.
Jo made a mess, and I need to figure out how far behind we are.
I get out and dry off, grabbing a pair of dark-wash jeans and a soft, navy blue T-shirt. I slip the skull ring, Atlantic City Knights’ symbol, onto my finger and pocket my phone. Jo’s bedroom door is ajar. I stop outside and peer in. The blankets are rumpled and there’s a pillow on the floor. Omegas are supposed to be tidy. She clearly never got the memo. I glance toward the game room, but the TVs are off and no one is there. The sound of Mac and Jo’s voices filters up the stairs from the library. I stop at the base of the stairs and shoot off a text, warning him to keep her out of the office, and continue in the opposite direction. The door to the garage is behind the kitchen and dining room.
I’m not surprised to find Lark with his head stuck inside of his Super Lark. He glances up when the door slams shut behind me.
“I’m heading to the shop.” We’re closed on Sundays, but I sent off a text for an emergency staff meeting. We only have five employees, and they know they need to be available whenever we call. They’ll be there.
“Do you want me to come too?”
I shake my head. “No. Stay here with Mac and Jo. Make sure she doesn’t sneak her way into the office.”
“I saw she tried and you stopped her.”
Lark gets all sorts of notifications from our security system. I’m betting when she tried to open the door last night, his phone alerted him to it.
“She’s determined.”
He sets a tool on the ground and grabs another from the small toolbox at his side. “We know what she wants. Do you think we should tell Damien about her?”
That’s a bad idea.
“Not if we don’t have to. She’s already in more danger than she realizes. You know he’d make her join A.C.K., and if that happens, I think our little omega might cry for help.”
There’s a big difference between stealing and some of the more nefarious things we have to do as part of A.C.K. Hell, the first time I had to kill someone who snitched and tried to take down Damien’s operations, I cried myself to sleep. It’s still not easy to pull the trigger, but Damien mostly uses his new goons for the shitty jobs like that. I secured the chop shop gig for us as soon as I could. We’re better with cars than we are with death, but we’re good at killing too.
I look at my phone. “I’m ordering mice for the snake.”
“I’ll deliver them to her.”
I nod at Lark and hop into my Raptor. Our trucks match, but our sports cars are all unique. Even so, I can tell when I’m in my truck versus the guys’. Mine smells and feels different. I settle into my seat and put on some Marea for the ride. The drive to the shop is short, and when I arrive at the gate and reach to turn down my music, I realize I haven’t been listening to it at all. I’d been too busy worrying about Damien finding out about Jo.
“You see, boys, if you want to join the Atlantic City Knights, you’ll need to prove yourselves.”
We were so young and foolish. We weren’t afraid of a little trial. We hadn’t known back then that Damien liked to initiate his pack members in blood and mutually assured destruction.I worry Jo won’t be able to handle the initiation, and if she fails, Damien will kill her. I know we’re putting her in danger by letting her stay with us and using her for a job, but the selfish bastard in me isn’t ready to let her go.
I park outside the shop, frowning at the smashed GT-R sitting at the curb. The car is beyond repair. Jay doesn’t have insurance because that car was assembled right here. It took a year of stealing cars before it was complete. You can only steal so many GT-Rs at one time.
I’ll have to buy him a replacement. Assembling another is out of the question. We only build specific years and models once. That’s how we stay under the radar. If we went out and stole another fifteen to twenty GT-Rs to make the most of the chop, the cops would take notice. I have enough money to buy one outright.
Climbing out, I watch cars roll through the gate before heading into the office. I’m not ready to see the damage Jo did to the warehouse. Orion, Jay, Rex, Wes, and Kent stroll in a moment later.
“You catch the little bitch?” Jay asks. He and Orion have nearly matching bruises blooming on their temples. The bruising on Kent’s neck surprises me. Jo choked him out?
I glare at Jay. “Watch your mouth,” I growl. Jerking the chair out from the desk, I sit and steeple my hands. “Sit down.”
They all exchange surprised looks. Jay’s face sours, but I don’t really give a fuck.
