Page 27 of Bruiser's Reckoning

“Right, let me know when y’all are ready.” With that, he goes in the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

I turn my attention back to my woman to find her looking ready to laugh her ass off, but she is containing it so as not to piss off my already pissed brother.

“You gonna talk to her?” I ask, though I’m sure I already know the answer.

“Nope.” Shaking her head, she smiles. “I’m not getting involved. If he doesn’t want her in any way.” Gwyneth pauses with a shrug. “It’s his choice to make. I know my best friend, she wouldn’t take kindly to me butting in. I get how she is and that she can come on strong. Especially if she’s been drinking. She’s ballsy and doesn’t mind going for what she wants. Even when that person doesn’t want the same. Way I see it, if he wanted her at all, he screwed up by not going there because she’ll move on, and he will be a thing of the past.”

“Weird way of letting a guy know she wants him.” I don’t get why women play games.

“How so? Guys pick up women they find attractive, why can’t a woman?” She’s got me there. “Angie’s the type of woman that knows herself and what she likes in bed and out.”

“I’ll stop you right there,” I tell her, holding my hand up. “I don’t need to hear what your best friend likes and doesn’t like in the sack.”

“Well, you asked, I was giving you an answer.” Gwyneth smirks, gets up, and goes to the sink. I watch as she rinses her mug and sets it in the dishwasher. “Anyway, since we’re going to the clubhouse, I’m going to go take my own shower.”

She goes to walk by, but I pull her to me, “Want some company?” I ask, leaning in to brush my lips against hers. The thought of getting in that shower with her already has my dick throbbing.

“I highly doubt you have time.”

Her breath hitches, and she presses deeper into me.

“Always have time for you, Princess. You want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you. Right here or in the shower.”

“Hmm, I do like the idea,” she murmurs and wraps her arms around my neck. “Why don’t you join me in the shower and show me how you can use that giant monster of yours quickly.”

Fucking hell. This woman was meant for me.

“Oh, baby, don’t you worry. I’ll show you what me and this giant monster can do to you, but it definitely won’t be quick,” I inform her, swooping her into my arms.I intend to make her scream, taking me deep inside her. I want her to be able to feel me the rest of the damn day, or at least until I can get back inside her.

“We’ve got a problem,” Cy states no sooner than Hammer slams the gavel down.

“What kind of problem?” Malice asks, looking pissed already. His little girl hadn’t wanted to let him go. She’s a daddy’s girl through and through. It didn’t help that she’d been crying for him, and he’d had to put her off. That’s something my VP doesn’t like to do. His kids mean the world to him, just as Willow does. He nearly lost them all when he fucked up with Willow, but now he’d kill for them. Hell, we’d all kill to protect his kids, same with all of the other kids around here.

“Been watching for any signs of Johnathan Bryant showing himself. Not that I think it’ll actually be him. From what I’ve found, and we all know already, he uses other people to do his dirty work,” Cy states while sliding a file in my direction. “Late last night, Johnathan resurfaced. He did this by putting a reward out for the ‘return of his property’ on a site that’s used to put hits out on people.”

I open the file and scan over what exactly he’s talking about, and my blood goes cold in my veins. “You’ve got to be joking. He’s now focusing solely on Gwyneth.”

“According to what I’ve been able to find, he’s washing his hands of Willow and Honor. They no long interest him at this time. At least that’s what I’ve been told.”

“By who?” Malice growls.

Cy sighs and shakes his head, glances around the table, pausing on Rogue for a moment, and then looks back to Malice and Hammer. “Rebel’s receptionist. She reached out via an email address that was supposed to be anonymous, but she’s not as sneaky as she thinks she is.”

“The fuck is Alanna doing being your source?” Malice snarls, nostrils flaring.

I don’t know Alanna that well, but she’d be around every once in a while with Willow. A while back, Malice and Hammer, with Willow’s urging, got Alanna the job working for Rebel. I do know she’s got her little sister she’s raising and needed the job, but what I don’t get is why the fuck she’d put herself in danger for something like this.

“Don’t worry, VP, I made sure she didn’t have anything trailing her through any back doors online,” Cy states firmly. “But what she was able to send over is quite extensive. Johnathan doesn’t want Willow now because she’s protected far too well with the club and her grandfather’s men.”

“What about Honor?” Savage asks.

“She’s got not just us but Glacier’s club.” Cy shrugs. “I don’t want to say this is all a good thing, he could end up still going after them, but as it stands right now, the bounty is out on Gwyneth. To make it all the sweeter,” he spits out, curling his lip. “The amount is five mil with an order of kill to get to her.”

Muffled curses can be heard around the table. This isn’t good.

There’ll be plenty of people out to claim the bounty.

“We’re gonna have to take her to a safe house,” I grunt, knowing it’s the last thing she’ll want.

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