Page 6 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

Pix looks both disgusted and charmed.

We? Oh, no. I mean, I had a feeling, but…damn.

Aaron whips his head towards me, his nostrils flaring, I can see that he absolutely blames me for this.

I shrug. “He’s rich and powerful, you can try putting him behind bars, but I’m not sure you’d live long.”

King edges closer, yanking the blade out of Rolly’s upper arm and holding it out, hilt first, to Pix. The omega snarls and backs up, but that’s got him with his back to the staircase, and a much bigger threat is climbing silently up the stairs behind him. I feel a hint of amusement through our bond, but nothing else.

The scent of Dragon’s Blood incense floods the space, not unpleasantly. It’s strong, but then my alpha is a force of nature.

Blaze puts his hand on Pix’s shoulder and stands just behind him.

“Omega, you smell like a dream I had.” The intimate whisper could seduce a monk.

Pix has gone pale, his body trembles slightly, and I think he’s forgotten how to use the knife he has in his hands. I glance at Aaron and find him looking like someone’s slapped him.

Yes. That’s it. This is us. Inhale, exhale, don’t panic. Do not celebrate.

Pix’s throat bobs hard as he tries to swallow. It is impossible not to be intimidated by my alpha. “Who are you?”

“Blaze Myles. I’m Dakota’s older brother. I believe you are friends with the little serial pest they have mated to.”

Pix stiffens at the reference to Bonnie and tries to pull away, but Blaze has him held tight. I don’t think he’s even registered what Blaze just said.

“Relax, no one will hurt you, accost you, or attempt to kill you in this house. You have my word.”

“I do not obey your rules,” Rolly snarls, his sapphire blue eyes dancing with contempt.

Blaze slowly pins him to the spot with a single look. “Do you want me to punish you again, my newest friend?”

Rolly’s lips flatten, and there’s a hint of challenge, a spark that says we’re not finished with the game yet.

“Aaron, come with me,” I murmur quietly.

He tenses but doesn’t move.

“Nothing will happen to your omegas, Detective,” Blaze says with calm assurance. His eyes don’t flicker down the alpha, not even once, but I know he’s taking him in, and I know he likes him.

“Please, Aaron, the conversation is for our ears only.”

He tenses but then abruptly turns and slams King up against the wall, his gun pressed to the chin of the alpha.

“Listen to me very carefully, you motherfucking psycho. If you touch those omegas or let your lizard-brained friend touch them, I will blow your limbs off one by one.”

He means it, too, which is what makes him so damn sexy.

Unfortunately, King is the wrong psycho to threaten. He rolls his hips, his erection pressing against Aaron’s pelvis.

“Just so we’re clear, I’ll do what I want, but if this is foreplay, I am sold. Violence is my love language. And you look like you have some stamina, old man.”

Aaron doesn’t even twitch as he cocks the gun.

But neither does King, he just presses in harder. “Can you take me without the gun, Alpha?”

“I don’t need to take you, I just need one bullet, right here.” He trails the gun up and presses it to King’s forehead.

“King, we catch more flies with honey than vinegar,” Blaze reminds him.