Chapter 2

Nick

“What did we do? What the hell did we do?!” Ian is in a full-blown freak out right now, and I can’t blame him; I fucked up big time.

“I’m sorry!” I run my hands through my hair, grabbing handfuls and tugging hard enough that it hurts.

“You fucking tied her up!” Will shouts, tossing his hand toward the Omega, who is bound with ribbon and gagged with colorful Christmas tape. Her bright blue eyes are glaring at me with pure venom.

“I panicked,” I snap. “I got one fucking whiff of her, and I don’t know... I blacked out or some shit. I didn’t know what I was doing until it was done.”

“We have to untie her, let her go,” Ian urges, taking a step forward. I wrap my hand around his arm and yank him back.

Stepping forward, I get into his face. “Do. Not. Touch. Her,” I snap. It comes out in a low, dangerous, rumbling growl. One that I’ve never used on my brothers before. I shouldn’t feel this possessive over her. I’ve known her for all of an hour. The damn woman tried to drive off with our van. And then I repaid her by kidnapping her. Fuck, that’s what this is, isn’t it?

“If we let her go, she’s going to go to the cops. We wouldn’t have enough time to get all this shit out of here, and everything we’ve done would be for nothing. Hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of product we wouldn’t see a penny for.”

“We can’t just hold her hostage.” Will gapes at me in disbelief.

“I know that,” I snarl. “Just give me some time to think. God, this is so fucked up.”

I take a seat in one of the mismatched chairs at the dingy-looking table. We picked an old abandoned house, in the middle of the woods, about twenty minutes from town to stay at until we’re done with our job.

This is our life. We live on the run. Every Christmas season, we pick a random city in the country, find a way to have access to its mall, learning the ins and outs of the place before robbing it.

We sell everything we’ve taken and put the money in an offshore account. Our goal is to do this for a total of five years, earning enough that we will be set for life. Plans don’t always go as we want them to, and the first few years were smaller hits.

So, we’re looking at maybe two more years of doing this, and then we’ll be good. We plan on leaving the country and settling down somewhere nice to live the rest of our lives in peace.

But it looks like that’s about to all go to hell because of a sassy, bombshell of an Omega with eyes as blue as the sea and golden brown hair.

An Omega is the last thing we need, the last thing we want. She would only drag us down, get in the way of our plans.

And now we’ve had our choice taken away from us. Of all the damn jobs we’ve done, never once have we even looked twice at an Omega. Trust me, that’s not easy to do, but we have goals, and we’re willing to do whatever it takes to make them happen.

“Okay, I got it!” I exclaim after mulling over ideas in my head. I usher them closer so Nova can’t hear. “We take her phone, leave it in the van and keep her here until we can get all the product safely out. When we’re ready to go, we give her phone back and take off. Then she can call someone to pick her up.”

“Who? She said she doesn’t have anyone,” Ian argues, glancing over Will’s shoulder at the Omega before looking back at me. “And did you forget the part where she’s our fucking scent match?”

“I was hoping you’d forget about that,” I grumble.

Will snorts. “Yeah, tell that to my dick. It hasn’t gone down, since the wind assaulted us with her perfume. As soon as that candy cane and chocolate hit my nose, I was fucking done for.”

“This scent match shit is powerful,” Ian groans, scrubbing his face. “All I want to do is go over to her and take care of her.” The look on his face is almost comical.

We’ve had our fair share of women, but mostly, they’re all one-night stands we met at a bar. None of us have ever had to worry about taking care of a woman. To worry about their wants and needs outside of the bedroom.

We’ve talked about finding an Omega once we settled down, but we were never convinced, because, well, we’re fucked up. Our dad is an abusive piece of shit who runs a dangerous MC, and our mothers were sweet-butts who took off as soon as they popped us out.

So it’s safe to say we don’t have a nurturing bone in our body.

“No.” I glare at him. “We do not touch the pretty, amazing-smelling Omega. We have a job to do. And we need to do it. I’ll make some calls and see if I can work on moving the product we already have. If we have to wrap things up early this year, then that’s what we’ll have to do.”

I’m not fucking happy about it. It puts us behind. But if Nova is right, our time in this town is up either way. It’s better to cut our losses than risk getting caught.

A call to dear old dad isn’t going to get us out of this one if we get arrested. We would be looking at life in prison.

Will watches Nova with this look in his eye that has me worried. “Will,” I say his name as a warning.

“But she’s so fucking sexy,” he groans. “Look at her. It’s like she’s a present just for me.”

“Cut it out.” I slap him on the chest. “We have a plan. We give her food, water, and let her use the bathroom and shower. She can sleep in the same room as us. I’ll get a lock installed on the door. She is not to be left alone at night.”

The good thing about this place is the windows are all boarded up. Shitty thing, though, is that there’s no power, so we’re using some heavy-duty generators. It’s good enough to keep the place warm during the nights and the well water running when we need it.

“I don’t like this, Nick.” Ian scratches the back of his neck. “I’ve never felt so close to being out of control.”

“Keep your dicks to yourselves. And for the love that is all holy, don’t fucking bite her,” I growl. “I’ll be back.”

Before heading out into the other room to make my calls, I walk over to Nova, who’s sitting on a chair on the other side of the kitchen, away from the back door. I crouch down before her, ignoring her scent the best I can.

A heavy sigh leaves my chest. “I’m sorry, Little Joyrider. But you really should have gotten out when we told you to. This is the last thing we want to have to do, but it needs to be done. You're with us... for now.”

She’s still glaring at me, chest heaving as she breathes heavily through her nose.

“We’re not good people, Nova. What you saw back in the van is the best you’re going to get from us. Now that we know we don’t have to worry about you running back and telling the cops about us, well...” I trail off, giving her a predatory grin as I reach up and cup her face. “I guess Christmas came early for me, didn’t it?”

Just because I told my brothers to keep their hands off her doesn’t mean I’m going to. No, I plan on having my fun with this Omega before we leave. It’s been far too long since my knot has been buried deep inside a warm, wet cunt.

The fact that she’s my scent match just makes me want her more. But not in the way most would. I don’t want to make her mine, to treat her like a queen, or offer her the world.

No, I want to use her, watch her come apart on my knot, and then have her beg me for more.

It’s going to take some work, but I’ll break her.

Nova

Trip and his cheating ass sound pretty damn good right about fucking now. This can not be happening.

How the hell did I get kidnapped? That asshole is right; I should have just hopped out of the van and booked it.

But no, they seemed nice, and the idea of not walking in the cold was tempting. I’d take frostbitten toes over being fucking tied up with ribbons, and my mouth taped up, any day.

I’m equal parts filled with fear and anger. It also hasn’t quite sunk in that these assholes are my scent match, and I’ll try to avoid it as long as I can. Because, like fucking hell, I’m going be tied to these criminals.

I’m the most worried about Nick. He seemed nice back in the van, they all did. But I see it now, it was all an act. Of course, it was. They’re fucking felons. And I’d bet money that they lied about breaking into people’s houses, and they’ve probably killed a few people too.

Okay, Nova, relax. Let’s not get ourselves worked up into a panic attack right now. Stay level-headed, clear your mind.

Kind of hard when this damn closed-up house is making my nose run, therefore making it hard to breathe.

I haven’t taken my eyes off Ian and Will, who are huddled together by the fridge, whispering harshly to each other. I can’t make out what they're saying through the rising panic.

“Alright, Little Joyrider, up we go.” Nick strides into the room and right to me. He doesn’t miss a beat before he’s tossing me over his shoulder. I start to struggle, not doing very much damage with my lack of mobility, as I scream against the tape.

He ignores me and carries me up the rickety steps, each one groaning under his weight. This house is a safety hazard.

“You're in luck, Omega. Looks like the people who lived here before were into some pretty fucked up shit, and one of the rooms has a lock on the door. We don’t even have to babysit you. We can lock you up all by yourself.”

My heart pounds in my chest, and I know he can smell the fear coming off me in waves. I’m trying to hold it together, to not let them see me break, but holy hell, this has been the worst day of my entire life.

Nick steps into a room, taking a few strides before tossing me onto something soft, and I land on my side. Crouching down, he pulls me into a sitting position.

“Lucky for you, we have a spare, clean bed.” He reaches up and rips the tape off my mouth.

“Ouch!” I hiss, my lips stinging.

“Now, say thank you.” Nick chuckles.

I glare at him before spitting in his face. The glop lands solidly on his cheek. He closes his eyes, chest heaving as he slowly wipes it off his face. When he opens them again, I can’t help the small whimper that leaves me.

His tongue runs over his teeth as he takes a deep breath.

“Just for that, I’m leaving you tied up.” He pushes me back over, making me flop to the side.

“Fuck you! You fucking bastard! Let me go!” I scream as he stands up and walks out of the room. He closes the door behind him, and when the lock clicks shut, my heart sinks.

Fear fills my veins, and now that no one can see me, I let the tears fall onto the bed below me.