Page 195 of Psycho Beasts

Chapter 34

Sadie

DON’S ORDERS

Before anyone could blink, I shoved my chair over, hit the ground, and rolled under the table for protection with my steak knife between my teeth.

I crouched low, waiting for the gunfire to erupt.

“Um, Sadie,” Lucinda called, and I ignored her.

She was so innocent.

I waited.

The danger came, but it wasn’t in the form I suspected. Cobra’s jeweled fingers reached under the table and grabbed the bulge in Jax’s sweatpants.

Jax jerked with surprise and slammed his booted foot upward, right into my face.

I yelped in surprise, slamming my head on the underside of the table.

Moaning in agony, I was too stunned to fight the tattooed fingers that grabbed my shoulders and hauled me back into my seat.

Ascher patted my head condescendingly. “Poor princess.”

“Sorry. Are you okay?” Jax asked as he reached across the table.

I smacked his hand away.

Cobra smirked knowingly, a satisfied expression on his gorgeous face.

“Pervert.” I scowled at him.

Cobra’s shoulders shook as he chuckled. “Very impressive hiding spot, my kitten. Please, tell me, what was your plan? Just crouch under there as we were all slaughtered in a hail of bullets?”

My face burned, but I refused to be ashamed. “Every man for himself.”

“How positively bloodthirsty.” He tsked. “I’m hurt.”

From the way his shoulders still shook with laughter, it was clear he was not hurt.

He pointed at Lucinda and gasped for air like it was hilarious. “You even abandoned the girls.”

“I knew he wouldn’t hurt them,” I snapped, rolling my eyes at his dramatics.

He kept laughing.

“Whatever.” I dabbed my napkin demurely on my lips like a proper lady and addressed the don. “So I take it you’re not going to kill me in a hail of gunfire?”

The don said dryly, “I hadn’t planned to. At least, not yet.”

I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out if he was making a joke or threatening me.

Cobra hissed, his entire demeanor changing in a blink. “Hurt her, Father, and it will be the last thing you do.”

The don arched his brow at his son.

“Need I remind you that she is not, and cannot, be a member of your pack? Or have you forgotten?” His “Loyalty” tattoo rippled on his neck as he spoke.

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