Page 94 of Wolf.e

I know Otis is going to want to talk this over with them. Unlike Foxx Sr., he wouldn’t do a deal without the support of his club.

We make our way out of the hall and lean up against the cabin walls.

I blow out a breath. “I hate doing business like this before the plan has been executed.”

Flipp claps me on the back. “We know, but we’re gonna need their help in convincing DOS to patch over once we take down Foxx Sr.”

I nod just as the door opens and Otis comes out.

He extends a hand. “You got a deal. We’ll take their share, and we’ll help you smooth this over with the rest of DOS once you do your part.”

“Appreciate your help with this, we owe you one,” I tell him, shaking his hand and clapping him on the shoulder.

Otis looks around to the rest of his men. “We take this to our graves, Pres.”

I nod.

“Fuck my life,” Ax mutters under his breath. I turn to face him, he’s putting his phone back in his pocket and he just looks at me and throws his hands in the air “We gotta go, boss.”

My adrenaline instantly kicks in.

“Who hurt her?” I ask as I start moving, ready to kill someone before he’s even answered me.

Fuck. I knew I should’ve put a property cut on her, but I didn’t want to draw any extra attention to her until after we’d handled the DOS threat. I couldn’t risk her safety and now someone has—

“More like who is she about to hurt.”

I stop and turn to face him, letting his words register.

“What?”

He keeps moving, I catch up.

“Apparently, Chris needs us to help him stop our ladies from knocking out some chick you dipped once and her friends. Chelsea?”

I can’t cover the hundred feet I am from her fast enough.

The irony isn’t lost on me. I worried the whole fucking time I was gone that someone was gonna try to hurt her, and instead, she’s the loose cannon—the loose cannon I just gave a knife to.

I’ve never been the jealous type. Evan worked with tons of women. I was always pleasant when I saw them, baked them cookies at Christmas and remembered their birthdays. I never once worried that he thought about women other than me.

Gabriel has been in my life for less than two months and watching Chelsea make her way around the small group of us sitting at the fire pit, passing shots out one by one, flirting with the men, and kissing the women on the cheek, makes me want to smack that showy little smirk right off her face.

Chelsea is the type of woman you just know is the life of the party all the time. She’s obnoxious and wants every ounce of attention on her. She’s the type of woman I would’ve expected someone like Gabriel to be with—unafraid and confident. Her wild brunette hair falls over her shoulders and her tits are so perfect in her cherry red tank that they’d make the Playmate of the Year drool. She instantly commands the attention of every man here and seeing her this time feels different.

Last time I had to face her, I hadn’t had Gabriel inside me. I didn’t know him. Our connection, although strong, was nowhere near what it is now. I didn’t have a real claim on him.

Now? I hate that he slept with this woman.

“Breathe, babe.” Layla grins beside me. “Don’t ever let them see you sweat. They circle in like vultures over a corpse. Trust me.”

I nod and vow to hold my tongue.

Chelsea stops dead in front of us. “Wow… Sandra Dee. Hot makeover. Definitely an improvement.” She winks with a coy little grin that I want to wipe off of her perfectly made-up face.

She puts a hand on her hip and thrusts the shots forward. I shake my head no with a fake smile. I want one but I wouldn’t take it from her. Chelsea laughs, takes two of her own and sets the tray down on the table behind us. I silently hope that’s the end of her but of course, she goes ahead and plops herself down between Layla and Chantel. I look around to see where Amber went and why she had to leave that damn seat open.

“God, there are not enough available men here. Since when do all these rough and tumble bikers bring their ol’ ladies to these things?” she asks Chantel.

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