Page 8 of The Forgotten

It’s the one furthest from Olivia’s, and I can tell that this is why he chose that one. My steps are heavy as I walk, and my mind can’t stop spinning. We are the legitimate portion of our father’s crime business.

Or so the world thinks. Dylan Behan is continuing his career as a criminal quite happily. He is in the sex club, labor racketeering, and contract killing businesses. He insists that sex sells, unions will remain crooked, and everyone needs someone killed.

I can’t say that he’s wrong.

However, his position is that we should be concerned with showing the world that we are on the straight and narrow so that we can launder money for him. So, we handle the stuffy corporate side of things so that he can live his best life.

The man is in his early seventies, leading his family into more diverse forms of wealth. What none of us saw coming was a pretty omega as our employee.

“Not a word until we’re there,” Maddox mutters when I open my mouth.

Got it.

Throwing open the door to his office, he pops his head back out to find his assistant’s desk. She’s not in his space because we often congregate in his office, and we’d have to kill her if she overhead anything.

“Vera, please hold all of my calls for now,” he says.

The intense tone has her nodding immediately, knowing that it’s non-negotiable.

“Of course, sir. Let me know if you need anything,” she says.

“Vera, can you order us some breakfast, please?” I ask. It unsettles me to lie to Olivia, even over such a small thing like eating.

Fuck, why did I promise her to grab a bite?

“Yes,” Vera says. “Bagels or a full breakfast?”

“Bagels and cream cheese would be perfect,” I reply, making my way into the office. Maddox shuts the door firmly behind me, and then closes the blinds.

The glass and door are both thick enough that no one can hear us, and he searches for listening devices twice a day. He is a paranoid fucker, but it keeps us safe.

“Really?” Aled snorts in amusement. “You need bagels...”

“This is your fuck up,” I hiss. “I walked in without any warning, and immediately wanted to bite an unknown omega. She could be an angel or someone like our mother! Now, I’m stuck with an unwanted scent match who makes me want to do stupid shit like eat because I promised her I would!”

Our mother is selfish, awful, and walked out just after we were born. Dad said it was better that way, and he largely raised us on his own, despite the chaos of his work.

“Umm…” Maddox‘s eyes are wide as he gazes at me. “What the fuck, man?”

“Yeah, well, that’s something you should ask our beloved brother,” I grumble.

“Everyone…just take a damn breath,” Maddox says, pushing his dark hair off his forehead.

His curls are perfectly placed, and he straightens his suit jacket before sitting at his desk. He reminds me of a king sitting in front of his subjects, causing me to roll my eyes as I collapse into one of the chairs across from him.

“So noted,” I mutter sullenly. “Olivia is a distraction, Maddox. All I want is to go back to pretending to be Aled so I can breathe in her delicious scent.”

“Don’t you want to know if she also tastes like angel cake?” my twin asks, adjusting his cock before sitting beside me.

“I thought you weren’t interested,” I tease him.

“You know that doesn’t matter when scent matches are concerned,” Aled says. “When I touched her, I immediately felt a shock of electricity run through me. Running away was a low blow, but I couldn’t handle it.”

Thinking about being stuck in an elevator with Olivia, I shudder as I shift in my chair.

“She’s just an omega,” Maddox says, leaning on his elbows. “The three of us will walk into the office and reject her together. Then, so that we won’t have any issues in the future, we’ll offer to keep her on as recompense. We can’t have any extra attention or bad press.”

“Fuck, what happens if she agrees?” Aled asks. “I’ll be forced to see her every fucking day.”