Page 128 of Knot Only For One Night

“I’ll shoot her.” The words make us freeze. My eyes trail to Jewels, not wanting to see the gun I now know is pointed at her head. “Lucky for you too, we only came for one omega today.”

A ringing hurts my ears. Lacy and Jewels are in danger, One Eye may be hurt—or worse—and it’s my fault.

My head goes spacey. I think it’s called shock.

“Okay. Okay,” I say, nodding. Jewels and Lacy both shout. But the guy holding me lets me go and grabs Lacy, swinging her like a ragdoll as they shove both of my friends into a random open room and prop a chair under the door handle.

They’ll be safe. It’s a surprisingly comforting thought.

I swallow my nerves, trying and failing to stop my tears as I hear their yells and see the door shake under their pounding.

“Let’s go.” They both grab my arms, dragging me across the hall and to the stairs. They thankfully lift me up higher so my feet aren't scrambling on the metal stairs.

“What do you want? I can give you money? Something? Anything? Just leave! I won’t say anything, I swear,” I can't help but plead. Maybe they’ll be amenable to whatever cause they are actually here for.

“You gonna find us another omega? The boss promised us an omega. Hell, maybe he promised us you.”

I gulp as they laugh. The Bar area is a mess. One Eye and two other Midnight Wolves members are sprawled on the floor, and I’m so glad Jewels isn’t here to see her mate like this.

There’s no blood on the ground. They are knocked out. I think. I hope. My eyes dart to the men in the center of the room. A man I've never seen sits on the centermost table. He’s got tanned skin, long ratty black hair and what seems a permanent snarl on his face that's attempting to smile. His power-hungry eyes land on me and he kicks the two men I instantly recognize.

Lightning and Rocker, Soren’s brothers, are standing and walking towards me. I can’t tell who I should be more scared of: the two holding me or them.

“We got it from here, boys. This one's ours,” Lightning says, grabbing my arm and squeezing me right against his chest. His wet cardboard scent instantly assaults my nose. I try to push away from him, but I can barely move in his grip. I whimper. But I keep fighting.

Never stop fighting, kiddo. No matter what.

My dad’s words play on a loop. I try to focus on them instead of what could happen next. I stomp on his shoe as hard as my bare foot possibly can. It's hard enough because he lets me go, bending with a curse.

And there, holstered over his shoulder, is a gun. Not just a gun. But my only chance.

I launch myself toward it, trying to disguise the purpose of my action by kneeing his stomach. My fingers graze the gun as I crawl over Lightning, but Rocker’s hands are on my hips and throwing me on the ground.

My already sore arm takes the hit, and I groan and I roll. The dirty bar floor stains my pretty pink pajamas, and my shoulder aches and my head throbs and my heartbeat won’t slow.

Still, I hold on to that fucking gun.

“Little Omega learned a thing or two, huh?” The man sitting on the table leers, and I weakly stand up. Rocker is laughing at Lightning. They think they've got me.

But I’m a Midnight Wolves omega.

Before that, I was my Daddies’ daughter. They didn’t leave me or Harley defenseless in this world.

“Leave,” I shout followed by a cough as I aim the gun.

“Do you even know how to use that, little girl?” The leader nods towards the gun.

I wrap both my hands on it, my finger on the trigger, and aim. “Wanna find out?”

That makes the five men cackle. They laugh so hard, they bend at the waist. I take a deep breath, seeing One Eye on the floor, my mind drawing back to Jewels and Lacy safely tucked upstairs.

The leader, still smug, watches me. “Why don’t you put that down⁠—”

The loud click of the safety turning off makes the men freeze. Their bodies tense as I tilt my head.

“Omega, put it down,” Rocker barks, but I shake off the command.

I’m not scared. I’m not weak.