The Wild Wolf Pup (Zoe's Rescue Zoo #9)(22)

“So, we’ll still be in the fold and earn the respect and benefits of being made men without having to kill anyone?” He asks incredulously, anger dripping off of each word.

“So you’ll be protected,” I correct, leaning forward and pinning him with a stare. “I’m making sure my family is taken care of because when I die I won’t be here to protect any of you.”

Anthony narrows his eyes, staring back at me skeptically.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“I’ve told you all you need to know. Now, Jack’s waiting for you to introduce him to his new ally…you know better than to keep the Bulldog waiting,” I reprimand.

I push back my chair, standing before signaling for the guard to take me back to my cell.

“Give my daughter a kiss and tell those two babies of yours their grandpa loves them,” I rasp before looking to my nephew. “Button your collar and buy yourself a tie goddamn it. Appearances are everything.”

My legacy will live on in the lives of the two men staring at my back as I walk away from them. One will carry my family and the other my empire.

I’ll die but my name will always live on.





Chapter Nine




Inspecting it for any rough edges, I run my hand over the freshly sanded table making sure Bosco had taken my order seriously when I demanded him to sand and prime this damn thing. This table was as much a part of our club as I was. It had been through hell and back just like everyone who ever sat around it. My predecessor, Cain, and his old man, Pops, built this table with their own hands and it has held up through war, death and the exchange of power. As long as I hold this gavel this fucking table will stand tall, and should the day come when I retire from this life, Blackie better be prepared to have his sanding papers ready.

I pull out the chair at the head of the table, taking my rightful seat, and lean my back against the worn chair as I reach for my pack of cigarettes.

I have to quit.

I bring the cigarette to my lips and fish through my pockets for a light.

Tomorrow I’ll quit or the day after that.

I light the Marlboro and take a nice, long drag.

I’ll quit smoking before the kid is born for sure. I better or Reina will have my balls.

I scowl at the clock on the wall, noting these fucks are five minutes late for church. The door slams open in that moment and the circus comes barreling through.

“What part of ‘church in five minutes’ did you bitches not comprehend?” I growl, blowing out a ring of smoke.

I watch my men take their seats, Blackie sits at my left and next to him is Riggs—the next seat stands empty as we keep it in place for our fallen brother, Bones. Wolf and Pipe park their asses across from my vice president and the self-proclaimed Tiger. The club’s new blood fill the seats at the other end of the table.

Our club has grown, adding Linc, Deuce and Cobra into the mix—thank fuck for that because we need all the men we can get. And let me not forget about Stryker, that poor bastard is doing a bid in Riker’s for a possession charge. He got the shit end of the stick, finally decided to trade in his nomad patch and take a seat at my table, only to get his ass thrown in the can. After Blackie got locked up, I had to send someone inside to keep him safe and deliver my right hand his orders. I’ll make it up to him somehow.

Our brotherhood didn’t stop there though, we’ve recruited some new prospects, and they stood in the back of the room, leaning against the wall.

I’m not getting a bigger fucking table, let those fuckers stand.

“Sorry boss, but I had to take a piss and Pipe wanted to watch, been a while since he found his dick, he needed a reminder of what a real cock looks like,” Wolf explains.

“Fuck you, Wolf,” Pipe replies. “My dick is just fine.”

“If you can find it,” Wolf chuckles.

“I’m going to kill him,” Pipe vows, staring at me. “With or without your consent.”

“Enough ladies, let’s get down to business,” I begin, biting the side of my cheek so I don’t laugh as Wolf holds up his pinky finger, mocking the length of Pipe’s dick.

I glance over at Riggs, watching as he messes with his phone. I grin, tipping my head toward Blackie who leans back and peers at the screen of Riggs’ phone.

“You naughty Kitten just wait until I get home,” Blackie reads from Riggs’ phone out loud, disguising his voice to mock the Tiger.

“Hey, man! That shit is personal,” Riggs snarls. “That’s foul, especially after I kept your shit with Lacey under lock and key.”

“Calm down, Tiger. You know I’ve got nothing but love for you and your kitten,” Blackie teases.

“I bet if I pulled out your phone and did a read-a-long, Jackie boy wouldn’t be laughing,” Riggs fires back, narrowing his eyes in my direction.

“Point for Riggs,” I mutter, not needing a reminder that Blackie’s sleeping with my damn daughter.

Wolf throws his head into his hands and groans before pinning his eyes toward the other end of the table where the nomads stare at us like we are a bunch of assholes.

“Do us all a favor and don’t become pussy whipped like the rest of these assholes,” he begs. “You fuckers are all I have left to keep me from looking for a fourth wife.”