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I'd practically paced a hole in my floor by the time a knock finally came. My head was a mess with all the possibilities of what I would see on these supposed incriminating videos.
Jackson was on the other side, a messenger bag over his hip and Amos and Silas standing behind him.
"They insisted," Jackson said, clearly annoyed by their presence.
"I assumed they'd be here," I said, giving him a reassuring smile.
"We at least brought pizza. I asked the girls at the coffee shop what you liked," Silas promised. He still seemed a bit skittish around me but who could blame him after Ezra and Dad nearly killed him for being a stalker.
"I can't believe I'm letting the man who creeped on me and took pictures into my house," I muttered.
"Look, I'm sorry," he started but I started laughing, unable to hold it back. Silas groaned. "I deserved that."
"Seriously, you might have been the worst and most obvious private investigator in history," I said. "You had me freaking out all fucking day."
"It was our first case," he protested. "We were still learning the ropes."
"Here's a tip. Private Investigators aren't meant to be seen," Jackson offered, earning him a shove from his friend.
"Just get in here," I told them, opening the door further. They trailed past me and I breathed in, committing their mingled scents to memory. It was strange to think that of all the people I'd walked by, all the alphas, betas, and omegas, that none had noticeable scents until them. Now their's was something I could never forget.
Amos still hadn't said a word and it was making me increasingly uneasy. Then again if I was confronting the woman I held responsible for my brother's downfall then I wouldn't exactly be forthcoming, either.
"Let's get this over with," I prompted in the awkward silence that was stretching on a bit too long. Jackson nodded firmly and went right for my table, opening up the laptop and pulling up the video. He had a folder with four of them and clicked the first, hitting play. It was a sex tape, the sounds very obvious before I could even see the bodies.
My stomach churned with nerves as I waited for the video to progress. When it hit the couple writhing in the bed, I started cracking up at the insanity of it.
"How is this funny?" Amos thundered, stepping forward. I took a step back and Silas put himself between us.
"Get out."
"Excuse me?" Amos blanched at my words. Clearly, he wasn't used to being put in his place and I was happy to be the first.
"I said, ‘get out,’" I said quietly, my tone dripping in ice. "You don't get to come into my home and try and throw your alpha strength around. I won't be intimidated nor will I allow you to make me uncomfortable."
"Look, I'm sorry, I—"
"Out. I don't want to hear it," I told him. "Get the fuck out before I call my dad."
"Shit, go," Silas said, shoving him toward the door. Amos nearly protested but finally listened and walked out, his head hanging slightly.
The silence that followed the thud of the door closing was deafening but I waved at the computer, urging him to play it again.
"See her back?"
"Very clearly," Silas answered.
They both gasped as I lifted my shirt and turned, showcasing the large tattoo covering my back. It was an array of flowers and bees, an intricate honeycomb in the middle.
"That's not me."
When I turned they were looking at me, shocked.
"I got it when I turned sixteen. My parents took me," I told them, waiting while their brains caught up. "I'm assuming you don't see my face in any of these?"
Jackson frowned, moving on to the next and hitting play. It was a bar scene, a girl making out, again, her back was free of ink. He moved to the third, as before,, you couldn't see the tattoos on her body at all. Something I'd had before I went to college.
When he went to the fourth it was the first time they actually had me in it. I remembered that night well, and I knew the exact moment they'd have on screen. We waited in silence as the video progressed. Finally the moment hit, I went in, kissing the alpha on the cheek and then giving him a hug.
