Page 60 of Knot Their Omega
“No, you fucking shouldn’t!” Nate snaps, spinning around to glare our way.
I’m not the only one taken aback by his enraged expression. Kenji is wide-eyed and holding back whatever commentary is about to leave his lips. I don’t realize I’m holding Kenji’s shoulder to stop him from taking a step forward, but I’m not going to wait for him to ask why the fuck this douche is putting his anger on us.
“Chill the fuck down, or we’re leaving,” I get to the point.
That’s how you have to be when Nate is in the room. Direct, like an army sergeant, or else he sees how much he can push you to the edge until you snap and leave everything in shambles.
“Chill the fuck down?” he roars at me with narrowed eyes. Something really pissed him off for him to deliberately feel threatened by my rather ‘calmly toned’ words. “MY TOUR is about to be fucking canceled, and I should CHILL THE FUCK DOWN?!”
“Our tour,” Kenji corrects casually, which only rewards him a stare from me and a glare from Nate. He doesn’t seem threatened by Nate’s anger tangent as he shrugs to emphasize the truth further. “Am I lying? Or did we all forget I’m the drummer of the group?”
“I’ve forgotten what the name of your group is,” I mutter specifically to Kenji because I don’t entertain people who are acting like a child.
Nate is being a childish prick right now.
“Uh…” Kenji cringes as he gives a cute, nervous smirk that makes me want to smile in return.I fight the urge.“I actually don’t fucking remember.”
“You got to be fucking kidding me!” Nate snaps and points our way. “We discussed this last week!”
“Do you even remember the name?” I bark, leaving him in a moment of furious stillness as he realizes one obvious thing.Hedoesn’t fucking remember either.I’m not surprised. “That’s what I thought.”
“Where’s Icarus!” Nate demands.
“Came here to ask you that,” Kenji notes with another shrug. “His scent is still here, so he had to be here.”
“Yeah! Fucking some random bitch in MY tour bus!”
“Ours,” Kenji corrects and further smiles when Nate glares back in defiance. “You can keep saying everything is yours, and I’ll just remind you it’s ours, so keep getting mad.”
Kenji is kind and accepting, like Icarus, but there’s only so much you can do before he draws the line. Everyone doesn’t take him seriously, acting as if he’s a psychotic idiot who doesn’t know what he’s doing in life.
It pisses me the fuck off when they do that.
Kenji is a fucking mastermind, and all because of a few mental breakdowns in the past, he’s labeled as a cynical fucker who hits drums with wooden sticks for fun to appease the “voices” in his mind. Sure, some of it is true, but labeling him mentally insane and incapable always grinds my gears.
One mistake shouldn’t deem you useless in our world.
Yet, that’s the reality.
“What’s the big deal?” I ask. This isn’t the first time Icarus has fucked someone on the tour bus. “You gave him permission to use the tour bus if he needs to. As long as you’re not fucking in it, there shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Well, I’m fucking in it NOW!” Nate screams as he puts his hands in the air. “And it REEKS! This sweet, disgusting scent is riddled through this place. It’s going to take days to air this shit out! How am I supposed to work in these conditions?!”
There’s just something about him insulting this amazing scent that grinds my gears.
Enough to make me an antsy prick.
“Well, if the tour is canceled, you won’t have to worry about that, now will you?” I mutter under my breath, though it’s loud and clear because Nate is gawking at me.
Kenji, on the other hand, bursts into laughter.
“Good one!” he praises me before he looks at Nate’s baffled expression. “What? Too stunned to speak when people give you back the same energy you’re giving them? Well, minus the yelling. No one has time to be screaming up a storm at eight a.m. before breakfast. Don’t need to work up an appetite.”
“You two don’t give a SHIT about the fact my dreams are falling apart because of these stupid Omegas trying to take power over us Alphas!”
“That’s probably not the case,” Kenji notes. “But then again, I wouldn’t even blame them. Most Alphas treat Omegas like shit. How many times have you made an Omega race out of here crying after you’ve used them as a sex toy all night and get mad that your rut itch is still there after banging them up for hours?”
“It’s THEIR fault for not relieving my needs!” Nate argues. “That’s their purpose! Since when have they suddenly gotten rights?”