The Wild Wolf Pup (Zoe's Rescue Zoo #9)(51)

“Isn’t that what you did?” Blackie asks.

“You’re missing the point! Did you hear me at all? He will kill me!”

“Thank fucking Christ someone will end your miserable existence,” Riggs says, glancing around the table. “Is it wrong to wish I was a Bastard?”

I lean back in my chair, chewing my gum as I size up Ronan. He wants protection, protection he shall get. But, I’m not a generous motherfucker and that shit comes with a price.

“Come here, Ronan,” I coax, crooking my finger as I eye the watch on his wrist. He pushes back his chair and stumbles to his feet, shuffling toward me. “Take off your watch,” I instruct, feeling the eyes of all my men.

He fumbles with the clasp, removing the cheap stainless steel watch from his wrist before he hands it to me. I lift the watch, turn it over and examine it thoroughly before turning my eyes back to Riggs.

“Heads up,” I warn, tossing the watch across the table into his waiting hand. One glance into my fucking eyes and Riggs sees deep into my twisted mind. Knowingly, he turns the watch every which way before shoving it into his pocket.

“I’m on it,” Riggs assures.

“Hey!” Ronan starts.

“You’ll get it back, Riggs is just going to polish it up for you,” I lie. “You want protection from my club, I’ll give that to you but there’s a price.”

“I don’t have any money,” he cries.

“I don’t want your money,” I say calmly as I lean forward and grab a hold of his shirt, dragging his body down so we are at eye level. “You’re going to be my eyes inside the Corrupt Bastards' clubhouse. You’re going to go back and tell them we beat the fuck out of you, turn this shit around so Charlie doesn’t suspect your lips were loose. You’ll hang around and beg him to give you more time to pay your debt, even offer to get in with us. You’re going to show up bloody and you’re going to tell that motherfucker you want revenge on the Satan’s Knights.”

“But none of that happened. You didn’t beat me up,” he argues as I released my hold on him and smile.

Riggs walks up beside me and rears his fist back.

“Yes we did,” he says as his fist collides with Ronan’s jaw.

“Pack it up boys,” I adjourn, slamming the gavel down as everyone rises from their seats and Ronan drops to his knees as Riggs pounds his face. “Riggs has a job to do,” I chuckle, striding toward the door.

“He’s going to fucking kill him,” Linc states.

Glancing over my shoulder, I can’t contain my grin as I watch Riggs throw Ronan a beating.

“Break it up after twenty minutes,” I tell Linc before walking out the door.

I stop in my tracks when I spot Reina sweeping up the glass in the common room. She lifts her head when she hears us barrel through the door and locks eyes with me.

“Sunshine,” I greet.

“You boys were busy I see,” she says sarcastically, lifting the dustpan full of glass. She was wearing a Harley Davidson tank top that fit snugly across her breasts and her belly. The evidence of my baby growing in her belly was staring me in my face. I fucking loved it. I thought Reina was fucking beautiful the moment I first laid eyes on her but seeing her pregnant with my kid, beautiful didn’t do her justice. She was happy. Fuck that was gorgeous.

It’s fucking true what they say—a happy wife, a happy life.

“Jack,” Blackie starts, placing one hand on my shoulder.

“Later,” I grunt, walking away from him and straight for my woman.

She winks at me, continuing the task of dragging the broom across the floor, taking care of my clubhouse just as she would my home, knowing they were one. I grab the broom from her hand and toss it across the room before wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against me.

“What do I owe the pleasure?” I murmur as I run my mouth along her jaw.

“I thought you were visiting Vic,” she whispers, her fingers toying with the ends of my hair. “I picked up my dress and didn’t want you to see it in the house so I thought I’d leave it in your room upstairs.”

I brush my lips across hers.

“Hmm,” I hum, taking her bottom lip between my teeth.

“Jack,” she breathes.

“Yes, Sunshine?”

“We have an audience,” she whispers.

“I don’t give a damn,” I hiss, sliding my hands down to cup her ass.

She cups my face with her hands and pulls back an inch to study me.

“I love you, Parrish, and I like lovin’ on you in private,” she scolds, a smirk playing along her full mouth.

A groan escapes my lips as I think of all the ways I love on her—starting with that mouth. Yeah, I was going to fuck her mouth first then I’d spread her out and feed off her pussy before I slam my cock home deep inside her. I’d give her lovin’, all the lovin’ she needed.

“Upstairs. Now,” I order, smacking her ass.

She laughs as she unravels her arms from my neck and turns to the room full of watchful eyes.

“Oh! I came here for another reason,” she announces.

“Sunshine…” I groan. She swings around to pinch my forearm before turning back to my brothers.

“I left everyone’s wedding invitation on the bar,” she says. “They’re all addressed, so just find which is yours.”