Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(191)

Suddenly, one of the Rebels pulled a gun. “Fuck this,” he hollered.

Five guns went off at the same time, riddling the Rebel with bullets. He dropped to the ground, dead on impact.

Nobody else moved.

“See, boys,” Larkin said, “you really don’t have much of a choice. Join or die.”

“You f*cking heard him,” I barked. “You want to join the Demons, you strip off your f*cking clothes. Now.”

The men stared at me. I grinned. I was covered in blood and probably looked pretty f*cking terrifying.

“He’s not kidding,” Larkin said. “Take off your clothes, down to your f*cking nutsack. Then we’ll work out what to do with the lot of you.”

Nobody moved for half a minute, until finally one man began to strip. He looked around. “Well, strip, you f*cking cunts,” he said to the others. “We’re Demons now. Your president just gave you an order.”

I laughed as the men all began to take off their clothes. Twenty big, badass bikers all turned into f*cking pussies as they stripped naked, tossing aside their weapons.

“Disgusting,” Ford said. “Looks like a bunch of f*cking hairy bears.”

“Yeah, but bears with terminal cancer,” Dow joked. “Look at them, hairy and f*cking patchy.”

“And a bunch of tiny little cocks,” Spoil added, grinning.

I turned away from the show, not interested anymore. I headed over to the bar and found a towel. I stripped off my jacket and shirt, tossing them aside, and wiped the blood from my face.

I knew what was going to happen now, and it wasn’t something I needed to be a part of. The Rebels would be herded into the back room and interrogated one at a time. Any man that seemed disloyal or angry would be killed on the spot, and the rest would be made pledges. Eventually we’d probably pick up a bunch of new, hardened recruits.

And that would do everything for this war. Maybe a lot of death and suffering had to happen first, but we’d won this little battle.

Our numbers were swelling. We were stronger by an entire club now.

I grabbed a bottle and poured myself a whisky. Before I could drink it, someone walked up beside me.

“Got one of those for me?”

I grinned and turned. Janine was standing there, smiling at me, still wearing that f*cking sexy wedding dress.

“Sure, princess,” I said, pouring her a drink. “You deserve it.”

“I saw what happened,” she said softly. “I’m glad he’s dead.”

“Worked out,” I said.

“Think the Rebels will really join us?”

“Some will. Some won’t. We’ll work it out. But the important thing is, it’s over.”

“To Jetter, may he rot in f*cking hell,” she said. We clinked glasses and drank.

She put her glass down on the bar and stepped toward me. “Clutch, listen—” she started to say, but I stopped her. I grabbed her by the hips and pressed her against me, kissing the girl hard on the mouth.

She kissed me back without hesitation.

Fuck, nothing ever tasted sweeter in my whole life. Not whisky, nothing. I wanted her, and finally I could have her in front of everyone without any second thoughts.

There was no hesitation in me, not a single ounce of it. The girl was mine. Janine was f*cking mine, and I was going to take her right then and there.

We broke the kiss off.

“You’re mine now. You know that?” I said to her.

“I know,” she said. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I witness this claim.”

I looked over and saw Larkin grinning at us.

Janine stepped back. “Dad,” she said.

“It’s okay,” he said. “Don’t act like I didn’t already f*cking know this was happening. You two aren’t exactly subtle.”

I laughed. “Why didn’t you stop it?”

“Didn’t think I needed to. You did your job well, Clutch.”

She shook her head, smiling. “I can’t believe you.”

“Looks like you’re claimed by me now,” I said to her, pulling her against me again.

“Calm down, you two,” Larkin said. “We have a lot of work to do.”

“Yeah, we do,” I said, “but it’ll be easier now.”

I didn’t know when Larkin walked away, because I was too busy kissing Janine like my life f*cking depended on it.

My hands were still practically stained with Jetter’s blood, and there were a bunch of men out in the world who still wanted our heads, but none of that seemed to matter in this moment.

I was finally with her. We could cut through all the bullshit, all the confusion and the anger, and finally just be what we wanted to be.

Janine was what I wanted. She knew me, understood me better than anyone. She was stronger than she realized, full of fire and fury, not to mention how hard she made my f*cking cock whenever she was around.

As I kissed her in the clubhouse, I knew I’d always want her around. I’d kill for her, again and again if I had to, without a second thought.

Because she was mine.

I’d claimed her, and I’d make right by her.





Epilogue: Janine