They want him, they want love, and my cousin is so fucking self absorbed he can’t see what kind of gift that truly is.
“That was some high quality shit,” Alexei says as he takes a long pull from his bottle. “I can get more if you’re interested, it’s like fucking candy around here, but…” his words trail off as he scans my face. “You good?”
My fucking chest is heaving, my skin feels too tight. Whatever shit that DM triggered is getting worse and the longer I sit here with this ungrateful prick, the smaller the room feels.
“D?”
I blink a few times, trying to focus enough to answer him but before I can, my cousin sends me right over the edge into the downward spiral I’ve been waiting for.
“Out,” he barks at his no strings partners. Neither of them move, though. They just look at Alexei with shockingly hurt expressions. “Get the fuck out. Go. I’m finished with you.” He motions toward the door, aggressively waving them in that direction as they scramble from their respective places, grabbing their clothes as he turns back to me. “You’d think alphas would be easier to kick out. Less likely to want more than a few hours. I should probably go back to fucking omegas for a while. Maybe I’ll look through tomorrow’s shipment and pick out one or two to set aside. I can pull a few for you, too. It’s obvious you need to get laid and?—”
“Would you just shut the fuck up?” I shoot to my feet, sending the laptop crashing to the floor as I square up with my own flesh and blood. “For once, just shut the fuck up and listen to someone else for a goddamn change?”
Alexei comes at me, pushing back as he puts us almost nose to nose. “What the fuck is your problem, Dimitri? I’m just trying to help.”
“Letting me stay here is helping. Having your men cover my ass while I’m here is helping. You pushing dicks and pussy at me every fucking day since I got here like they’re a dime a dozen isnot fucking helping, Alexei, and you’d know that if you listened to one goddamn word I’ve said.”
The shithead rolls his eyes and huffs, “See, here’s the thing,Dimitri. If you took me up on the dicks and pussy, maybe we wouldn’t be seconds from tearing into each other.”
“Sex doesn’t solve problems, you dumb fuck.”
“Maybe not your problems, and that seems suspicious as fuck to me.”
I scoff, “How? Please, explain to mehowmy not getting laid is fucking suspicious.”
“You’re a goddamn alpha, Dimitri, one I share blood with. You cannot stand here and tell me that you don’t want to find the closest fucking omega and stick your dick so far down their throat they’ll be digesting your knot. It’s a load of bullshit.” Alexei shakes his head and narrows his eyes, and it’s when I see his pupils dilate that I know this could easily turn bloody. “No, not bullshit. It’s bonded alpha shit.”
“Shut up, Alexei.”
He nods as he pushes me backwards a few steps. “Is that it, D? You’re a bonded alpha now?”
“Knock it off.” I push him back harder as a growl bubbles up from my chest.
“It is, isn’t it? You’re a weak little pussy who bonded with some omega trash and?—”
My fist connects with his nose before the thought of punching him even crosses my mind. Alexei’s blood sprays across my knuckles as I hear the cartilage crunch, a river of red rushing down over his mouth but it barely phases him.
No, it doesn’t move his fucking meter at all because the asshole lunges at me, tackling me clean through his coffee table. All the air rushes out of my lungs as the wood splinters beneath me, broken slivers piercing my shirt and digging into my back. My cousin nails me in the gut, stunning me a little longer just so he can straddle my stomach and crack me in the jaw.
I all but roar as I finally catch my breath, grabbing Alexei by the neck and using my shins and his position to flip him up and off of me. Part of his sectional all but explodes as he crashes into it, his six and a half foot tall frame blowing it out with one uncoordinated hit.
We get to our feet quickly, ready to go around again but instead, I just stare at his bloody face for a second while he triesto shake off his dazed expression then I snatch up my keys and wallet and storm out of his fucking apartment.
It’s either that, or I start looking for the closest gun.
With a grimace,I carefully tug my shirt over my head, leaning toward the steering wheel of my truck as the pieces of coffee table in my skin pull in various places.
Not all of them are going to come out with my t-shirt and I can’t reach the ones that won’t, but after that littledisagreement, asking Alexei to take a pair of tweezers to my skin seems dangerous.
Chances are he’d decide to strip layers of my epidermis off instead.
I roll my neck, stretching it from side to side as I attempt to reach one of the higher splinters and just as I accidentally elbow the horn, the back door of Knotted Obsessions opens and I duck so fast I smack my fat lip on the wheel.
I’ve been spending so much fucking time here, specifically in the parking lot, what I just did might not faze anyone. Granted, I’m not generally hiding in my truck, bleeding and blaring the horn, and that’s why I dropped out of sight.
They might know my vehicle but it doesn’t have to be obvious that I’m sitting in it.
I rub my jaw as I wait, giving whoever it is exiting the chance to get to their car before I go back to acting like a dumbass. I give them about five minutes before I peek up over the dash, flinching when I see not one, but four people standing under the spotlight.
