Page 92 of Knot My MC
“Kiki.” Riley scans Crow from head to foot. “I was wondering, what does Kiren have to say about this…” He sniffs, no doubt scenting all the cum and sweat and sex filling the air. “Development?”
“I don’t make a habit of talking to my dad about who I fuck, Captain. What would your mate say about you asking an omega these types of questions?” He might be playing his question off as simple curiosity, but Riley is fishing.
His face flames, and he clenches his jaw. “I didn’t mean—”
“I think you meant exactly what you said, Riley.” Crow drops an arm around my shoulder. “What do you want?”
“We’re looking for Kiren.” The tall guy with brown hair reeks of beta and something else… an omega perfume I’ve smelled before, but I can’t quite place who the scent belongs to.
“Who are you?”
“Hayden. You’re Kiki?” His eyebrows pinch together.
It’s interesting he didn’t introduce himself as an officer. Let me guess, he’s the good cop.
“I think you know the answer to that question.” I’m tired of the games and guessing. “Listen, I’m not sure why you all are so determined to find my father, but unless you have a warrant…” I shrug.
“He’s not in trouble.” Riley sighs. “May we come in?”
“No.” Crow’s body goes rigid. “Come back when you have a warrant.”
“You guys aren’t in trouble either.” Hayden shakes his head. “Come on, Kiki. Kiren could need our help.” He almost sounds worried.
I blink.
Why the fuck would my dad need help from these fuckers?
“Has Axel been around?” Hayden presses. “Is he threatening you?”
“Give me your word that you aren’t here to arrest us or fuck us over.”
“Kiki,” Crow growls. “You can’t trust them.”
Generally I’d agree, but this guy smells familiar, and he’s here asking after my dad. I need to hear what else they might have to say. According to them, he’s not in trouble, but I’m not so sure I believe that.
What laws did the old man break before Axel killed him? A twinge of discomfort swirls in my gut, but I push it aside. A thought I’m not ready to acknowledge tries to present itself to me, but the beta clears his throat and my attention shifts before it can fully form.
“You have my word, and I keep my promises.” His gaze is earnest, and I almost chuckle at how seriously he says that. This guy must’ve been a boy scout.
“All right. You have five minutes.”
“Kiki,” Crow says again, but I shoot him a look.
“Five minutes. Then they’re gone.”
His body is tense, but he gives a sharp nod, relenting and stepping a little to the side, forcing Riley and Hayden to shrink and twist to keep from brushing their bodies against his. Since they’re playing nice—for now—the cops don’t give him shit about it.
They know they have no right to be here, and as much as I hate them being inside my house, I know Riley follows the rules. He stopped that other prick from harassing me all those years ago.
“Who was it?” Knox asks as he steps out of the kitchen and into the foyer. His eyebrows drop and his lips thin. “Why are they here?”
“Lovely reception,” the beta mutters under his breath.
“They’re here to talk,” I tell Knox. Jag joins him, contempt flashing over his features once he sees what all the fuss is about. He takes a step but Knox slaps his hand to Jag’s bare chest, keeping him in place until he fully processes what any rash decisions might do.
I have no doubt Jag would’ve tried to muscle them out of here, but that’s why Knox and Crow are so good for him. They keep him in line when he can’t see past the desire to protect what he loves.
“Did you lose your clothes, son?”
