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“I wonder who that is,” Austin murmurs, moving to head downstairs.
The doorbell rings again. Impatient assholes. I narrow my eyes and climb out of the closet, keeping Dylan’s blanket wrapped around me and clutching Austin’s pillow to my chest like a shield. Brady’s shirt provides the comfort of his cedarwood scent.
Marching around Austin, I head downstairs. I almost trip a few times on the blanket, but I make my way to the front door relatively unharmed, albeit annoyed. Whoever is outside has a death wish, because they ring the bell again. They wouldn’t be able to ring doorbells with broken fingers. Too bad assault is illegal.
I wrench the door open. “What?” My gaze instantly narrows on a very grumpy looking Mr. Mosley. “Oh, hell no. You need to leave.”
“Now, Quinn, is that anyway to greet—” He pauses and inhales, eyes darkening. “You’re going into heat.”
Austin wraps a possessive arm around my shoulder and tugs me against his body. “She asked you to leave.”
Mr. Mosley searches my face before glancing at Austin. “You know,” he begins with a nasty sneer. “I looked into things after that asshole hit my car with his bat. I thought about pressing charges.”
“Leave them alone,” I snap, lunging for him, but Austin’s hold tightens.
“And imagine my surprise when I found out that you all are related. Stepbrothers and stepsister.” Mr. Mosley drops a vicious look in my direction. “Lovers,” he whispers. “What would Mommy think?”
“You fucking?—”
Austin’s hand muffles my words. “I’m going to let her go, but it’s not her you have to worry about if you don’t get off our property in the next thirty seconds. I’ll rip your nuts off and shove them down your throat,” he says, voice deceptively calm. There’s a certain danger trembling through his limbs. Mr. Mosley can’t see it, but I can feel how serious Austin is.
My old boss backs away, scowling at both of us. “If you thought I was serious about ruining you after you rejected me, what comes next will be even worse.” He sneers at Austin. “Enjoy her while you can.”
Austin gently pushes me aside to go after him, but Mr. Mosley has already turned to run away, too chickenshit to back up his words with his fist. He’s in his car before Austin can grab him. Smashing his fist into the hood, Austin releases a string of curses. Mr. Mosley wrenches the wheel to the side and takes off, tires screaming across the pavement.
Rage trembles through me. How dare he threaten us? How dare he come to my house? “Yeah, run, you fucking wrinkly ballsac!” I scream at Mr. Mosley’s retreating car.
Austin glances at me with a funny smile and turns around, prowling toward me. The closer he gets, the warmer my chest is and the less murdery I feel, though I still want to make Mr. Mosley hurt for everything he’s done. Austin cups the back of my head and tips it so we’re gazing at each other.
“I want to help you castrate him.”
His dark chuckle brushes over my face. “I like you when you’re angry.”
“He’s not joking, Austin. He’s going to do something.”
“Let him play his silly games.” Austin kisses me. “I’m not scared of him.”
Chewing on my cheek, I hold his stare and wish I had his confidence. I don’t think Mr. Mosley will take violent measures, but I know exactly the lengths he’ll go to, to ruin my reputation. Now that he’s discovered our dirty little secret?—
A hard cramp hits my core, and I gasp, clutching at Austin’s arms and whimpering through it.
My walls flex and attempt to clamp down on something, but I’m woefully devoid of knots or even dicks. A rush of honey and musk sweeps through the air, strong and sweeter than usual. Needy. Horny.
Austin’s features darken, jaw tightening. “Fuck, Quinn. Let’s get you to your nest.”
“Okay,” I rasp, stroking his arms, now that the pain has subsided.
He ushers me inside, closes the door and locks it, then scoops me up bridal-style to carry me up the stairs. I wrap my arms around his neck and start to kiss the slight stubble covering his chin. Another pang hits me, and I gasp, tucking my face in his neck and breathing in his scent as I writhe in his arms, seeking out what my heat demands.
Knots.
Forty-Seven
AUSTIN
I carefully lay Quinn down inside her nest, pulling the door closed behind us. A soft whimper of protest nearly makes me break and fall into bed with her. Knowing the guys would be pissed at me if I didn’t let them know her heat arrived holds me back. I shoot off two quick messages. Brady will have to take some time off, but one of his associates can step in to cover for him.
“Quinn, baby? Where’s your phone?”
