Page 66 of Southpaw Slots

Livia’s eyebrows tie together. “Is that athreat?”

My boyfriend grows calm and still as he asks, “Doyou want it to be?” Tensions are high, and I understand his frustration, but I don’t see us hurting my wife’s brother’s clan. Maybe putting some fear in them will help their motivations, though.

Livia’s jaw drops at the insinuation. “You’d seriously rat us out to Strauss and get us all killed?”

Lifting my eyes to meet Max, who looks terrified at the prospect, I say, “There’s no such thing as peace, Maxi.”

“And you’ll make sure no one keeps it?” he asks, repeating my own words back to me.

With a nod, I say, “That’s right.”

His jaw clenches, but he restrains himself with a breath. “Asa…this isn’t you. You aren’t the kind of man who wouldwantto run for consort. Why?”

I glance at Wyatt, and he gives me a small smile. Unfortunately, Max is right, but I think my best play here is to try to take over. “Because I would do a better job.”

Both he and Livia snort out laughs, which only irritates me further. Arianna’s mouth drops open with something like outrage. The Freidenbergs stand, clearly done with our meeting, and as Max turns to leave, he taps the table loudly with two fingers. “Fine. ThenI’mrunning for consort.”

Arianna steps in front of him as he ambles to the door, his wife holding his hand. “Max, I’m pregnant. I don’t want—” Fluttering her lashes at him, she stops herself.

Max darts his eyes over to me and Wyatt. With a sneer, he asks, “Whose is it?”

With that, I stand and flex my knuckles. One punch to the back of the head and I’ll take him out.

Arianna’s eyes narrow as she turns from an innocent schoolgirl into a wolf. “It’soursand aDonovan, a baby of South Side. Good luck in your bid for the consort seat. You’re going to need it.”

As he brushes past my wife, I grasp her shoulders and pull her into me. “Don’t fuckingtouchmy wife,bear. Or you’ll end up with a bullet through your thick skull.” Warnings be damned. He needs a lesson.

Max stops for only a moment, spots my hand on my gun, and shakes his head. Then he and Livia depart.

Wyatt shoves back his chair with a scrape and rushes to Arianna’s other side, lifting her chin up to his face. “You okay?”

She nods but wraps her arm around my waist and I walk them both down to the car. With Wyatt’s help, we got a new Escalade from a dealer who wanted Ace Donovan to be seen driving it around town. As long as I pull up to the casino’s front valet service a few times a week, he’s satisfied. The money’s been rolling in and Wyatt’s been great about managing it, even despite the fact Arianna has an expensive spending account. Neither of us can say no to her incessant demands for new baby stuff. My cock throbs just thinking about her belly getting bigger.

Speaking of, my dick stays pretty hard all day. Between working at the office near Wyatt’s tight ass and coming home to my gorgeous wife, my libido has shot through the roof. Boxing more has helped some, but not enough.

“Will you drop me at The Golden Stork? Leo can drive me home afterwards.”

Laying my hand on her thigh, I give her a squeeze as she smiles at me from the passenger’s seat. “You don’t want us to go with you? I’m happy to pick out more boob paste and diapers.”

She glances toward the back seat and says, “No. You two go on home. I’ll be back soon.”

Wyatt’s already calling Leo to make sure he meets us there. We don’t let our wife go anywhere without security. Strauss could snag her, or something could happen, especially if things heat up with East Side. Hopefully, the bears know enough not to target the Freidenberg sister, though.

As soon as I pull up to the place, Leo opens her door, and she leans across the cabin to give me a goodbye kiss and squeezes Wyatt’s hand. When she slips off her seat, palm held by Leo’s helpful arm, she asks Wyatt, “Did you deposit more funds for me in my account?”

“I will, vixen. Another few thousand?”

“Um…can I get, like, ten grand this time? Baby stuff!” She laughs, and it’s the happiest sound in the world.

Snapping my fingers at Wyatt, I tell her, “Whatever you want, empress, we’ll give it to you.”

He hands her the black card tucked between his fingers, then slides into the passenger seat to take her place.

“We can afford it, right?” I ask with an arch to my eyebrows.

Wyatt lifts one of my hands off the steering wheel and holds it on his thigh. “Of course.”

Edging my hand up higher, I get a feel of his thick cock tucked in his jeans. A heavy sigh leaves his chest as his lips purse at me. “If you keep doing that, you’ll have to pull over and do something about it.”

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