Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(74)

"What would Omikron be doing raiding the Wasted?" Chance asked.

"They wouldn't," King said stubbornly, eyes on Faith.

I licked my lips and debated sending Chance and Faith to the nest to avoid stressing her out further, but if it did have anything to do with Omikron, it involved her first and foremost.

"I've been running through it in my head. Coulda been a drug raid, although I doubt Gizmo would miss enormous DEA initials if it was. Might've been a new or rival gang. Wasted's sure to be pissing off other people," I suggested.

"What if…what if they did something because you stole me?" Faith asked, lifting her face from my chest.

"I considered that," I said, nodding. "It's the only thing that made sense to me, but even so, I don't think it's the only answer out there."

"But if it was them, we have a heads-up," King said, leaning forward and catching Faith's eye.

"They could already be on their way," Faith murmured.

King's lips pursed. "You know we aren't exactly good men, princess." His eyes flicked up to mine. "No church. Tell our best to be armed. Club is closed to strangers. Hell, close it to the girls who aren't already inside too."

I nodded. "You wanna tell 'em the truth, or just that we might have trouble coming?"

"Blame it on the Wasted," Chance suggested. "It's true enough."

"But they'll be expecting the wrong thing," Faith said. The three of us all turned to stare at her, and her cheeks pinked. "It's just…I watched the pair that came here that Chance dealt with. Maybe the Wasted are dangerous, but they're not exactly stealthy or hiring mercenaries like Omikron. It's a totally different kind of attack…don't you think?"

King purred again and nodded, his eyes slitted and focused on Faith. Apparently, her strategizing mind did it for the club president. I couldn't blame him.

"You're right. But I also agree that the whole story will kick shit up with the others. So give folks the rundown on what happened to the Wasted. A threat to one MC warrants caution from us, and planning. We may want to take advantage of the Wasted at their weakest," he said.

I nodded and rubbed my hand over Faith's shoulder. "Whether those fuckers come for you or not, you're staying safe right here, Butterfly. I promise you that." She twisted on my lap, nibbling on her bottom lip and gazing up at me, worried. I shook my head. "Nothing's happening to any of us. Now, you wanna go up to the nest with Chance?"

She took a breath to answer, but King beat her to it.

"Stay here."

Faith blinked at me, and I caught the ripple of confusion and surprise in our connection before she turned to face King again.

He was staring back at her. "You're safe no matter what, but I…" He struggled, gaping at her and his brow tangling, and I wanted to laugh as he searched for an excuse as to why she should stay in the office.

"You've got work to do too," I said, saving him.

Faith looked down at the unopened computer box on the floor and nodded, straightening. "Right. Okay."

She stood with me, stopping me with a gentle hand on my chest. Her face was lifted, large dark eyes aching with worry, and that beautiful bite mark vivid on her throat. It took everything in me not to haul her up into my arms and drag her back to the nest to place another more permanent mark on her too.

"Be careful," she said, soft and serious.

I wrapped an arm around her waist to haul her up against my chest, slanting my lips over hers. I hadn't had much time alone with her since the start of the heat. It might be time for me to ask Chance and King to politely fuck off for the night. But first, I needed to make sure we were locked down and secure.

"Be good, don't push yourself, and wear the glasses Molly gave you," I said, dragging myself away from those plush and tempting lips, leaving Faith all soft and panting as I set her back on her feet.

She swallowed and nodded, turning to Chance next.

I pointed my finger at King as they embraced, and he arched a silver eyebrow back at me. Be nice, I mouthed, glaring at him.

He scowled back at me, but I knew the reminder would stick in his head. I was learning King's weak spots lately. And they just so happened to be the same as mine.





28. FAITH





I bit down on the inside of my cheek, distracting myself from the urge to scream and throw the computer across the room. Adam had made me watch him anytime we had to reconnect the server to a new computer, and he'd definitely lectured me on the steps or sat over my shoulder and instructed me in the process. Doing it on my own was a lesson in trial and error and giving myself seven headaches in a row.

I was on day two of working, and I'd already needed to start from scratch twice.

Luckily, the project was the perfect distraction from the news Bear had brought back yesterday afternoon. There'd been no sign of Omikron around the club so far, and I was holding my breath that it remained that way. I was too close to reaching Adam now, too attached to these men who'd saved me, to be ripped away again.

I pushed the computer to one end of the couch in King's office, tearing off the glasses Molly had found for me, and collapsing back against the other end, glaring up at the ceiling. I knew I was close on the server, but close wasn't good enough when dealing with source coding.