Page 112 of Wolf.e

“As a show of good faith, you can sit down with my sister club, Titans. Your ex-pres never would. They have a short deal with El Coas.” I mention the crew that supplies the Blue to most of Atlanta. “They were going to take the share my club wouldn’t when your brother was killed. I know the K6’s won’t work with you without him, but if you want to work with the Titans, it could be really lucrative for you,” I offer. “Their buyers are very interested in increasing supply, they want to double it, if you can handle that. You’d split it down the middle with them taking over the old K6 territory.”

He thinks for a minute, running his thumb and forefinger over the scruff of his jaw.

“So, this is a ‘you stay out of my lane and I’ll stay out of yours’ kinda deal?” he asks, pointing between us with a smirk.

“Precisely, it would be a nice fucking change,” I answer. “But if one of your club members touches another little girl and I hear about it, I’ll cut his nuts off again. But this time, I’ll mail them to you and then I’ll take your fucking head for letting it happen.”

Aiden pauses then chuckles a rich sound, and I wonder if we’re really as alike as it seems.

“If one of my men touched an underage girl I’d cut their balls off myself. You have no worries there.”

“It’s settled,” I say, extending a hand. He takes it. His ink is like mine, covering his hand.

“This will be a club vote but they’ll agree, so set the meeting. My men just want some stability after the last two years.”

“And we just want some peace. Get back to riding, with a side of fucking over the government.” I smirk.

“Hear, hear.” Aiden grins. “They say wolves and foxes are natural enemies, yet here we are playin’ nice,” he adds as he backs away, signaling to his men.

“We’ll be in touch,” I say and turn to meet my own.

Fuck, a sliver of hope settles in my gut. Maybe for once with the Disciples of Sin, we can just get some fucking peace.

I grin as I straddle my bike. Now, back to the club to pick up my girl for the best part of my day.

I can feel his eyes on me, that man of mine, from the other side of the room. My ruthless king who won’t bend for anyone but will quote Fitzgerald while washing my hair.

Just the sight of him is making a mess of my panties with this goddamn taunting jewel in my ass. I’m hypersensitive, even though I just had him inside of me this morning in the shower when we got back from St. Henry’s.

“You’re gonna let me slip this inside you, Brinley. I almost lost you. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. Life is too short to not do what we want, and tonight I’ll be taking every part of you and making it mine.”

The clubhouse is buzzing with people. I do my best to make sure everyone is happy and serve food to our guests with Shelly and Layla.

“That man is burning a hole into you from over there.” Layla giggles.

I look up at him and smile from across the room. Yep. He’s definitely losing patience. I’m going to pay for that later.

“You okay?” she asks as we scoop mashed potatoes into serving bowls to take around to the tables.

“I am,” I say to her. “I’ve got the realtor coming tomorrow to give me a price for my parents’ place. I know this is fast”—I gesture to the new leather I’m wearing—“but—”

Layla starts to laugh, cutting me off. “You don’t have to tell me anything. I knew Sean was it for me on our first date. I was wearing his cut after a month, even faster than the two of you. When you know, you know, babe.” She smiles even wider. “Besides, I really love having you around.”

“Same.” I wipe the workspace down and shake my head. “Imagine those two little girls in the front row on Sunday morning now—”

“Ol’ ladies.” She laughs.

I swat at her. “Speak for yourself, I’m not an ol’ anything.”

“Hey, I’d rather be an ol’ lady than some stick-up-the-ass-girlfriend. And by the way, that post you sent me”—she stifles a laugh—“it really does look like Evan’s new girlfriend has a stick up her ass.”

I laugh with her.

One of mine and Evan’s mutual friends sent me a social media post this morning that told me Evan is dating the daughter of one of his New York bosses, and I sent it to Layla. When I looked at the two of them in that photo together I couldn’t even believe that was the life I was living only a few months ago. His new love interest is a high society type, barely smiling with his arm around her. In the photo she looked exactly like someone I used to want to be.

“Me too.” I nudge her. “Thank God I came home.”

“Brin.” Gabriel’s voice sounds from behind me, interrupting Layla and me.

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