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“You don’t even know what’s inside them yet, Cherrybomb.” Swift tugs her closer and the riffles through the pile until he finds the one he’s looking for. He thrusts it into her arms and beams. “I picked this out.”
She eyes him and then the box warily. I don’t blame her. Anything that makes Swift this excited could be anything from a kitten to a clit clamp to a bomb. “Do you have a kni-” she cuts off when one magically appears in Swift’s hand. I have no clue where he got it from, seeing as how he’s only wearing a pair of joggers and nothing else.
Sadie must have the same thought because her nose wrinkles as she gingerly takes it from him before using the sharp blade to cut the tape. When she’s done, Swift vanishes the weapon and then takes the box from her, holding it so she can dig around inside.
Her eyes widen and then a soft squeal falls from her lips as she pulls out an oversized bright red sweater. It looks fucking soft, and by the way she’s rubbing it over her cheek, it definitely is. All of us blink as she whips off her t-shirt, giving us a flash of a lacy white bralette, here and gone again as she pulls the sweater on, wiggling her shoulders to make the soft fabric rub against her skin.
“Its so soft,” she whispers, hands tucking into the sleeves of the sweater and lifting them to rub over Swift’s face, letting him feel the softness and getting his scent on it. He beams like this is the best thing in the world.
“There’s more, Cherrybomb.” Sadie dives back in and comes up with a pair of thick white thigh high socks that look as soft as the sweater.
In a flash, she’s dropped to the ground and is tugging the socks on, wiggling her cute little toes as she sighs. “Yes.”
She pauses in the middle of running her hands up and down the stockings, and glances up at us, like we caught her doing something she shouldn’t. But there’s nothing more natural than an omega cooing over something soft.
Swift crouches down in front of her. “You like them, omega?”
She nods slowly, even as her cheeks heat in embarrassment. “I do. They’re perfect, Swift. Thank you.”
He nods again and helps her to her feet. “Good, cause there’s more.”
Sadie looks helplessly at the stack of boxes, then shakes her head. “I appreciate this, all of this, but I don’t think I have the energy to open all these presents right now.” I frown and glance at the pack. An omega not in the mood for presents is virtually unheard of, but then, I guess she spent the evening watching her mother get tortured. That’s enough to dampen any excitement over new fuzzy thigh highs and long soft sweaters.
And it’s late.
Wordlessly, Maddox guides her over to the couch and settles her on it. We all follow, watching as he drapes a blanket over her lap and then cuddles her into his side. The rest of us spread out around her. “What do you need, trouble?”
I don’t miss the slight flinch when Maddox calls her that. I wonder if she thinks it’s still an indicator that he doesn’t like her, doesn’t want her. He might have called her trouble to begin with because of that. But it’s definitely changed now.
There’s pure affection for her dripping through the pack bonds from him.
Of course, she can’t feel that.
Sadie shakes her head. “A distraction.” Before any of us can suggest an orgy, she pushes forward. “Tell me how you all met. How you became a pack.”
We all glance at each other. None of us have many good early child memories. That happens when you grow up in a life of crime like we did. Or well, most of us did. Not Luca, though.
“Maddox, Swift and I have known each other since we were babies,” Logan says. He looks at Maddox, asking for permission to tell her more. When he nods, something in my chest relaxes the slightest bit. I don’t want to lie to our omega. I don’t want to keep things from her. But it’s also not totally safe for her to know too much.
Not for us. We’ll take on anyone who comes for this pack. But for her. If people think she has information, it puts a target on her back. And as of right now, she’s only a partial member of the pack. Luca’s bite is the only thing tying her to us.
“But you have an accent.”
Logan nods. “I do. I spent much of my childhood in Ireland.”
“But he spent summer vacation here,” Maddox says, his hand running down the back of Sadie’s head. “Almost every year we’d spend three months together. We’re cousins.”
Sadie jerks her head toward our prime. “Excuse me? You’re cousins? How did I not know this?”
Logan shrugs. “We don’t talk about it much. My mum was his aunt. She fell in love with an Irish man who came over for uni. She ran away and married him for love.”
Maddox nods. “At the time, our grandfather was in control of the family and the business. He basically ex-communicated her for the crime of loving someone outside the family. But when Logan here came along, he saw a chance to welcome him back into the fold. He all but forced Aunt Giulia to send him over here for ‘training’.”
“So he spent a lot of time with me and Dox,” Swift adds in. “We were already thick as thieves and getting up to mischief. Our fathers were best friends.”
I arch my brows at that statement. It’s not really true. I’m pretty sure Tommaso Falcone saw Swift’s father, Krueger, as nothing more than a sharp knife to be wielded against his enemies, a tool rather than a friend.
But I won’t tell Swift that. I don’t want to get stabbed today.
