Page 82 of Knot My MC
“Both of you shut the fuck up.” I break away from them and join Kiki at the door. She’s staring down at a flaming bag of shit. “What the hell?”
A few snickers come from across the street. Her eyes snap up, and she gives a tiny, terrifying growl before running down the porch. The teenagers see her coming and set off running. Like hell.
The guys and I chase after them, passing Kiki and grabbing the kids around the collars. Their eyes are as round as saucers and one of them starts begging to be let go. The other one pisses himself.
“We’re not going to hurt you.” I glance at Kiki. “It’s her you need to worry about.”
My omega drops her hands to her hips and glares at the kids. “Who the hell are you?”
“No one,” one of the kids says.
“Bullshit.” She takes all three of them in. “You’re the kids from down the block. Matt and Ryan and Brad, right?”
The one I’m holding thrashes a little. “We’re sorry, okay? It was a stupid prank.”
“Not to mention disgusting. Which one of you held the bag up for the other one to shit into?” Knox asks, bringing the kid he’s holding a little closer.
“It was dog poop, man!”
Were we ever this scared when we were young?
Kiki’s forehead is lined with frustration, and she steps toward us. “This one time I’m letting you off without telling your mom. Got it?”
The three kids nod.
“And don’t throw flaming bags of shit at people’s doors. I guarantee half the people in this neighborhood have guns and one of them is stupid enough to threaten a bunch of kids with it.” She shakes her head. “Go home. Do your homework. Don’t go looking for trouble. Understood?”
“Yeah,” they mumble.
“Do you understand?” Knox barks.
Kiki startles but relaxes in the next second once she realizes the command isn’t meant for her. I caught that reaction though, and I grind my teeth to keep from taking my anger out on the wrong person.
“We get it,” they say this time.
I release the one I’m holding and clench my fists at my side, wrestling with my rage. Axel is going to regret making her flinch at an alpha’s command. He’s going to regret ever scaring her. As soon as the cops finish with the clubhouse, we’re going to get the damn guns and show that fucker what it’s really like to be scared.
The kids slowly back away before turning and bolting down the sidewalk. I shove my murderous thoughts aside when Kiki drops her head back and groans.
“We werewayworse than those kids.”
Jag chuckles. “We were horrible.”
“Is this what getting old is like?” Kiki asks, straightening and looking at us. “When did I get un-fun?”
“You’re not old, and you’re plenty of fun, Angel.” Knox reaches for her, but she dodges his grabby hands.
“You know what I mean.” Kiki shakes her head. “Let’s do something.”
“You’re asking us to help you break the law?”
“Yes.” She doesn’t say please, but her eyes do all the pleading.
“I guess there are a few things we could take care of,” Knox finally says.
Kiki rubs her hands together. “Perfect. I’m feeling like fire.” She turns and marches to the house, a little more pep in her step than before.
My balls tighten. This damn omega.
