Know What We Know

“Ha,” the omega let out a forced laugh, still obviously nervous the way his body was tense. “You don’t even know what you’re asking me to confess to.” “Who cares what you actually did, Hamilton. We got enough proof to hold you accountable with your pal Reynolds,” the alpha retorted, shrugging away the empty threats. “You don’t have anything,” Hamilton hissed, looking up as Jefferson moved from Madison and stared him down, using his height and status to bully the omega against the wall. Hamilton wouldn’t be defeated so easily, but as he spared a nervous glance to Burr, he looked back at Jefferson with a borrowed confidence, “I don’t have to tell you anything.”---Continuing my ABO retelling.