Romance Omega Style [Resistant Omegas 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)
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“Let’s go get some air,” Kelvin said gently as he shot me a look. I nodded. I’d back off but something inside of me told me that what we found was the truth and Baptista had been lied to all his life.
Fuck a duck. My poor friend.
* * * *
Vencentio
Everyone ended up calling it a day on the work after what Edric and Baptista had found. I was glad that there were studly men fighting over who got to comfort him. He’d need that support system in the days to come.
“Another strawberry, my love?” Marlow purred as he rubbed it over my lip.
“You’re stuffing me silly,” I giggled.
“No, but if you’re done eating I will,” he growled and I smiled. Yeah, I hadn’t left myself open for that one.
“I’ve never done it in the ocean. Will you protect me from sharks?”
“I’d be more worried about all the lobster traps Brody set up. I swear he is determined to have seafood every night for the rest of his life,” Galvin drawled. “He’ll either give up or become a master trapper which would benefit us.”
“Amen to that. I love lobster and shrimp. Hell, that boar was awesome the other night. I could get used to this roughing it. Next I just need to learn to fish.” I chuckled at the idea. A few of my friends had been learning and while most did fine, Brody had a few problems. Namely snagging his hook on shit. So far nothing more major than tearing Jaxon’s trunks but we were all leery of going by him while he had a rod in hand.
“Let’s get naked, the waterproof lube, and in the water then,” Carter suggested as he eyed me over like lunch.
“I have phone duty,” I tsked him. Just as fate would have it someone’s phone started ringing. We were taking turns making sure someone kept all the phones safe and so no important calls slipped through. All the people here were in charge of others after all. I saw it was Carson’s phone as I picked it up. “Carson! You have a call coming in from home.”
“Answer it,” he yelled from the water as he started swimming to shore.
“Hello, this is Carson’s phone, Edric speaking,” I said as politely as I could.
“Edric, it’s Dorothy. I need to speak with Carson. Is he there?” she hissed.
Her tone worried me. It was like she was hiding and trying to whisper while still being understood without getting caught. “Yes, he’s coming now. Is everything okay?”
“No, I need to speak with him now.”
“Okay, hang on.” I jumped to my feet and grabbed a towel as well. Just as Carson stepped out of the water I reached him and he quickly dried off his hands before wrapping the towel around his shoulders. “It’s Dorothy. Something’s wrong.”
“Dorothy? Are you okay?” he asked after taking the phone and started walking down the beach. I focused on the waves and headed back to my men, not wanting to eavesdrop on what was going on.
“What’s up?” Marlow asked me worriedly.
“I don’t know but I don’t think it was good.”
“What?” Carson bellowed loudly enough that I actually jumped as I turned to look at him. “Do as they say, Dorothy. We’ll figure this out. I need to talk to Tristan but yeah, tell them we’re not there if you think that will help. I love you.”
Tristan, along with everyone else, was already on the beach, knowing something was up. Carson looked pale as he hung up the phone. He took a shaky step and almost fell but then Declan caught him and wrapped his arm around Carson to support him.
“Talk to me about what?” Tristan asked, his face scared. “What’s going on, Carson?”
“Your father just invaded the Chicago pack. We’re no longer in charge and your father is searching for me and the Omegas we had staying with us.”
“I will gut that man,” Tristan snarled before pulling his friend into his arms. “We’ll figure this out and get Dorothy out of there. My dad’s a power-hungry douche but he’s not a bastard. He won’t hurt anyone.”
“I know. I just, yeah, she called to warn us to stay away. We need to talk to him and the Council to see what’s going on. I think Matthew’s warning was right. The shit is hitting the fan big-time,” Carson whispered, obviously in shock as he moved into the circle of waiting arms of his men.
“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day,” Galvin growled. “Screw romance and time to go to war.”
I just glanced around at all our friends. Yeah, their faces all said the same thing. The shit never stopped coming and while that sucked, Valentine’s Day was just a day. We might be fighting for our very lives soon… And none of us would go quietly or ever give up.
THE END
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