“Look grandpa, I need an heir,” Logan scoffed. “Been trying for years, but Violet back there is such a shitty omega that she can barely hold a pregnancy.You don’tneedher. If what they say is true, you have a pregnant omega of your own at home.”
My breath caught.
Serena’s head snapped toward me for half a second, then back to the screen.
“If she’s such a shitty omega, let me take her off your hands,” Vinny argued.
Logan clicked his tongue. “That’s not how this works.”
“You said she can’t carry, she’s useless to you. So let her go.”
Gunfire echoed from deeper in the house, but Logan ignored it.
“She is mine,” he repeated. “I don’t give a shit if she’s broken. All I need is a baby to carry the family name, and a pretty little omega to carry on my arm.”
Vinny’s jaw tensed. “She’s not property.”
“Everything in this house is property,” Logan laughed. “Vincent, your family deals in the same business as mine, everything has a price, omegas included.”
Through the bond, Violet’s fear twisted into something painful. Old wounds reopening. Old lies trying to root again.
“She chose me,” Vinny said.
Logan’s head tilted slightly.
“She doesn’t get to.” Logan lifted his gun and aimed it directly at Vinny’s chest. “Thanks for the kid.”
Serena’s knuckles went white on the edge of the desk, and I forgot how to breathe. But, just as Logan’s finger tightened around the trigger, Reed moved.
He closed the distance in a single step and brought the butt of his pistol down across Logan’s temple with bone-cracking force just as the gun went off.
The shot tore into the ceiling, causing plaster to rain down as the light flickered.
Logan staggered, but Reed didn’t stop.
“You don’t talk about her like that,” Reed snarled before hitting him again, this time harder.
Logan dropped to one knee, gun slipping from his hand. Reed kicked it toward Vinny before grabbing Logan by the suit and slamming him into the floor.
“You don’t call her broken,” Reed growled. “You don’t call her property, or your wife, and you sure as hell don’t thank anyone forherchild.”
Logan tried to roll over and swing, but Reed caught the punch and smashed his forehead into Logan’s face instead.
Blood splattered across the polished floor.
“You don’t get to stand in front of her,” Reed said, voice shaking with fury. “You don’t get to breathe near her.”
Logan lay dazed beneath Reed’s grip, blood running from his brow.
But that didn’t stop Reed. He drew his fist back again, and again, seemingly not caring if he killed Logan.
Or maybe that was his goal.
“Reed,” Vinny warned. “He’s had enough.”
“He hurt my sister.” Reed’s voice cracked as he lifted his arm again. “He took her from me.”
Before he could slam his fist down again, Violet moved. Benji reached for her instinctively, but she slipped out of his hold. Vinny tried to grab her but she stomped her foot and flipped him off before swaying slightly.
