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“Fucking hell,” he groans, sitting down on the couch and putting his face in his hands. “This is a lot of shit to take in.”
“I know, and I’m sorry, but I don’t regret telling you.”
He sighs, runs his hands down his face and looks at me. “I’m glad you did.” He waits a moment. “So, you really aren't a bad guy, are you?”
“That depends on what you consider as a bad guy.” I shrug. “I’m not perfect, I’m not some stand up man who follows the law. But I also don’t hurt innocent people. I’d rather make the ones who hurt them pay.”
“Damn it.” He groans, leaning back against the couch. “Why did you have to end up being so... cool?”
That gets a laugh out of me. “Never thought you would say that.”
“I didn’t.” He glares at me. “It never happened.”
“Of course.”
“So... Jade,” he says, narrowing his eyes. “Guess I have to share her, don’t I?”
“I’m afraid so.” My lips twitch.
“Guess she could be scent matched to a worse person,” he mutters.
“I mean, she is.” I crack a grin. “You.”
“Oh, fuck off.” He flips me off before tossing the couch pillow at me. I chuckle and catch it.
“Do you think she’s going to leave us if she ever finds out the things I’ve done?” I ask him because in reality, he knows her best.
“The killing thing?” he asks, and I give him a subtle nod. “Nah. We had a talk the night of her attack, and if anything, I think the idea that I almost killed them got her all wet.” He chuckles. “I think our omega is a lot naughtier than we thought.”
“Fucking hell.” I chuckle. “She surprises me every day.”
“Me too. There’s a lot I’m still getting to know about her, but at the end of the day, she’s still the same girl who gave me a reason to live.”
“So, where does this leave us?” I ask him.
“Guess we’re sharing an omega. So, like, welcome to the pack or some shit?”
That has me laughing again. “Thanks for having me.”
“Did we kiss and make up? Because there's no way I’m losing my sex privileges.”
“Yeah.” I chuckle. “I think we did.”
“Well, nice talk, big bro. I’m going to find my lovers,” he says, jumping to his feet.
“You better not fuck on my bed!” I shout as he takes off out of the hotel room.
“Sorry, can’t hear you!” The door closes, and I groan.
That went a hell of a lot better than how I thought. Now, the question is... do I tell Jade that I’m technically a serial killer or not?
Ugh, that's a problem for another day.
Chapter 31
Jade
Sometimes, it’s better not to google your name. And in this case, I should have listened to my own advice. I’m sitting in the tour bus while the guys are in the recording studio working on a song with a famous French pop star. I thought I’d kill the time and search the web. Not my best idea.