Steal the Day (Thieves #2)(32)

I really wouldn’t. I hated the Council, but everyone feared them so I would invoke that name whenever I could. I would, however, make Daniel clean up his own damn mess. Hubby and I needed to have a talk.

“Look, you stupid bitch, it isn’t any of your concern.” The younger wolf was beginning to get on my nerves.

Mitchell stepped toward me, menace in his dark eyes. He was intimidating, his face all hard plains and stark lines, his body built on solid muscle. “Wyatt, don’t talk to the pretty lady like that. She doesn’t know who she’s messing with. I’ll explain it to you, sweetheart. Stay out of our business, little human. You might be Quinn’s plaything, but he can’t be with you twenty-four seven. He’ll tire of you sooner rather than later. If you screw with the pack, we’ll have to assume you want to be messed with, darling. I don’t think you’ll like how I mess with you. I won’t be as pretty as Quinn there, but you’ll know I’ve had you. I like it rough.”

I kind of expected this would be a good time for Dev to roar his indignation or shoot someone, but when I looked over, he was merely rolling his eyes with disdain. “Oh, Mitchell, you’re such an ignorant man. Don’t keep up with your son’s circle of friends, do you?”

Mitchell looked confused and shot a look at the younger wolf. “You talking about Wyatt? What does she have to do with Wyatt?”

“I was talking about your other son, Neil,” Dev replied. “You know the one who took a blood oath to protect Daniel Donovan and everything that belongs to him, including his wife, Zoey.”

Mitchell had the good sense to go a little pale at the mention of my hubby. “You mean the vampire everyone is talking about. This is his wife?”

I was too stuck on the fact that this * was the man who’d put Neil through such hell. He was the one who’d tossed him to the street and allowed him to be abused by the pack. Neil had suffered and sold himself because this man couldn’t handle his natural biology. Now I knew where I’d seen Wyatt’s face before. I saw it every day on my friend.

Dev was still talking as my rage started to boil. “Yes, she’s married to the vampire, who will probably kill you when he finds out you threatened to rape his wife. He’s tolerant when it comes to me, but I doubt he’ll let you into our little ménage.”

“Dev.” I didn’t dare say anything else because I didn’t want to give anyone notice of what I was about to do. I held out my hand, letting him know what I wanted.

He sighed because he knew exactly what I was going to do, and he also knew it would probably cause trouble down the line. “Any way I can talk you out of it?”

“None.”

He slapped the gun in my hand and before that no good, backwoods, homophobic, raping son of a bitch had a chance to move, I aimed and fired. A surprisingly high howl cracked through the room. Mitchell fell to the floor, big hands covering his now defunct private parts.

I stood over him even as Albert showed up to hold back Wyatt. “That was for Neil. If you ever come near me again, I won’t stop shooting. I swear I’ll fill you so full of silver, you’ll bleed metal. My only regret is that eventually your dick will grow back. But I bet it hurts.” I handed the gun back to Dev and gestured to Angelina, who seemed much surer of herself now. “She belongs to Vampire. We do not give back what is ours. We do not share what is ours”—Dev cleared his throat—“unless we really want to, and we won’t share with you. You don’t have to worry about my husband, Mr. Roberts. You mess with Angelina and I will hunt you down.”

I turned to find Angelina holding on to the long-delayed Justin.

He held his girlfriend close but looked awfully impressed with me. “I would threaten him, but it would probably look silly after what you just did. I think you just cured me forever of companion fascination.”

“You want to explain to me what’s going on, Justin?” I asked as the Roberts family was being escorted off the premises. There was a very efficient cleaning crew already swabbing up the blood so no one went all blood lusty.

Justin frowned. “Mrs. Donovan, as frightening as I find you I…”

I could finish the sentence for him. “You are way more scared of Daniel. Well, I’ll take this up with him and trust me, he should be afraid of me.”

Dev was watching me, his foot tapping impatiently. “Are you done? Is there anyone else you would like to maim?”

“Not anyone who’s here,” I replied honestly.

“I would really like to get to the sexually deviant portion of the evening.” Dev took my hand and led me through the crowd and up the stairs.

He blew past several employees who wanted to talk to him and told the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs that he wasn’t to be disturbed for the rest of the night. By the time he slammed the door of his office, he was in a state. He pulled me to him, ours chests bumping with the force. He tangled a hand in my hair, his lips moving on mine. I might have been intimidated, but I remembered what Felicity had told me. Something about the way her magic had worked on him brought back bad memories. The way he was devouring me now made me think those memories must be beyond bad.

When he finally let me come up for air, I pulled back just a little. “Dev?”

His breath moved his chest in a steady, deep pace, a sure sign of his arousal, but he let me go and walked around his desk. He threw his body into the chair and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “If you don’t want to be here, there’s the door, Zoey. I’ll have the driver take you home.”