The Wild Wolf Pup (Zoe's Rescue Zoo #9)(98)

I didn’t reply, truthfully I didn’t even hear his words at the time but my conscious did. My conscious remembered every fucking word he uttered.

“Come on motherfucker, kill me, but it won’t make you the winner.” He shook his head. “I may have thought you gave up on revenge but that doesn’t mean I didn’t prepare for it.”

Lights flash, sirens sound, men scream but I’m ignorant to it all.

It’s a war zone around us but for me and him we are the only two who exist.

“No one will stop what I have planned. Not you, not your organization, and not your friends over at the Satan’s Knight’s clubhouse” He smiled eerily at me. “This is bigger than the rivalry between you and I, me and Jack Parrish, this is international and it doesn’t stop with me. The clock is ticking, Pastore, the plan is set, and no one is safe. A blood bath is coming. If you believe in God, then I suggest you pray for those tied to you and those tied to the Satan’s Knights.”

I open my eyes, the darkness blinds me as I try to focus and make sense of my dream. Confused, I don’t know if it’s real or my mind playing tricks on me. His words repeat over and over in my head as I stand on wobbly legs.

A blood bath is coming.

Pray for those tied to you and those tied to the Satan’s Knights.

The plan is set, and no one is safe.

“No!” I scream into the darkness.

No one hears me.

My voice echoes off the walls.

Alone.

Darkness, my only friend.

My mind, my only companion.

My memories, my enemy.

A blood bath is coming.

So real.

So vivid.

So true.





Chapter Thirty-Eight





I lift the sleeve of my black suit and stare at the Breitling watch on my wrist then toward the staircase. We were late for the wedding and Adrianna was taking her sweet time getting dressed.

“Reese’s!” I shout up the stairs.

“Daddy, Grandma Maria said I can stay up late tonight,” Luca announces, walking into the living room tugging my mother’s hand.

“And that I can have ice cream,” he adds innocently.

I turn my gaze to my mother who shrugs her shoulders.

“Grandma’s have free control to spoil their grandbabies,” she answers. “Hasn’t that hooligan’s wedding started already?”

“Jack isn’t a hooligan.”

“Right, excuse me, I forgot he was the big cheese of a lovely motorcycle club,” she corrects, rolling her eyes. “Blue collar criminals, different from the classy ones we’re used to,” she sneers, shaking her head. “One kid married the mob the other married the biker club. Where did I go wrong?”

“Reese’s,” I holler again, desperate to escape my mother’s shenanigans.

“I’m coming!” She calls, her heels clicking across the cherry wood steps, causing me to turn around and lift my eyes in her direction.

She wore a skintight, red dress that hugged her in all the right places and stopped at her knees. After a quick glance, I treated myself to a slow perusal of her body, starting with her shoes. Those fucking things cost me a fortune when all I really had to do was grab a pair out of her closet and paint the bottoms red. Looking at them now, they were sexy as hell and worth every red cent. Her legs, tan and toned, hidden beneath the red fabric that started at her knees, hugged her thighs, accentuated her hips and pinched her waist. I couldn’t wait to run my hands up those curves and bury my face between her breasts. Shit, they were everywhere, spilling out the top of the dress that tied around her neck.

Finally, I find her eyes, full with amusement. She winks at me and spins around so I get the full effect and a glance of her round ass.

“Close your mouth, Bianci,” she laughs, stepping toward me. “Everything you see is everything that is yours.”

Ain’t that a fucking fact.

I grab her hands and pull her against me, pressing the bulge in my fitted pants to her stomach. I want her but that’s no surprise, she does it for me. She did it for me when she was just a girl and she really fucking does it for me as a woman.

A grin spreads across her face as she tilts her head back and brushes her lips across mine.

“You look good enough to eat,” I growl against her lips.

“Maybe we should skip the wedding,” she says, tugging on my tie. I bitched when she brought it home but now I get it—it matched her dress.

“No, but we’re already late what’s a few more minutes?” I say as my teeth graze her red lips teasingly before I pull my mouth from hers and look over my shoulder. “Give Mommy and Daddy a kiss, Luca,” I say, turning around and crouching to my knees to catch him in my arms.

Lifting him into my arms, both me and Adrianna shower his face with kisses as my mother lifts Victoria out of her swing and cradles her in her arms. I set Luca down on his feet and kiss my daughter’s head, watch Adrianna do the same then take her hand and lace our fingers together.

“You two get going, I have it under control,” my mom says, winking at Luca.

“We won’t be too late,” Adrianna reassures her as I drag her to the door. Barely closing it I push her up against it and take her face in my hands as I slam my mouth over hers. I swallow her gasp as I work her lips apart and slide my tongue over hers. The taste of her awakens the beast inside me, one that won’t ever be sated. I kiss her deeply, frantically, feverishly tasting every sweet crevice of her mouth.