Page 6 of Raiden

“What I’d enjoy is if you stayed in your own room. You have one. Use it.”

“Sorry for making sure you’re still alive this morning. I didn’t want to wake up a real widow, although I have to say that inciting your club brothers to murder would probably liven the place up.”

It’s so quiet in the club, but drifting through the walls, so faint that I almost don’t catch it, is an unmistakable moan.

Gray’s room is far too close to mine. President and VP. I took this room after I finally gave in and accepted the position. Gunner had to step aside for it, but he didn’t seem to mind. It was always understood that it would be mine if I wanted it. I don’t think he cared either way, because honestly, I’m not sure he has the ability to feel much of anything. I met some fucked up men in jail, but never anyone to the level of psychopath that we all know Gunner is. We just don’t talk about it because we don’t need to.

“Shh.” Widow puts her hand to her lips, wicked glee lighting up her eyes. “Would that be the unmistakable sound of my brother fucking your sister right next door?”

It’s official. She’s going to be a widow for real because she’s going to kill me with this shit.

She obviously gets real joy from provoking me, so I deny her the pleasure and don’t react. Zale Grand has the sickest sense of humor. He’s the one who suggested Widow marry me because he’s all about ‘justice’, and it seemed only fair. I decided to own it, taking the perverse pleasure away from him just like Gray found strength in the way he was maimed and tortured and come out of it twice the man and the leader he was.

I do wish to god I knew where my earbuds were and that the walls were thicker and soundproofed.

“Why are you hesitating in that towel, hubs? You fancy a morning poke? It wouldn’t just blow off steam. It would be great revenge.”

“I don’t want my cock anywhere near you. You represent everything I hate.”

She laughs softly, the sound pretty, because she knows I’m lying. She can see the length of my erection underneath the towel. I’m too hungover and pissed to bother hiding it. “No one ever had to be in love to fuck.”

Widow is a grown, experienced woman, a few years older than I am. She can scent my desire like a predator.

She sits back down on the bed, stretching again, working at the knots in her neck.

I’m grabbing clothes and I’m leaving. This evil, seductive siren can get the hell out of here. We might be married, but my cock is staying well away from her behind closed doors. Behind any doors.

Neither of us move.

This is a straight up pissing contest to see who has more power if I’ve ever seen one.

A knock sounds on the open door a few minutes later, and my sister’s voice follows. She sticks her head in, her hair a wild mess, cheeks flushed, wearing a soft floral dress. I whip around so I don’t have to look at her and know what she was just doing. I mean, Iknow, but I don’t want to think about it. I’ve given my blessing and I’m glad it’s Gray, but I don’t want to think about any man with my baby sister. It still makes me want to punch Gray in the face, blessing or not, and being torn like that is fucking ridiculous.

“Gray wants to talk to you. I thought I could take Widow for breakfast with Penny.” She sighs when I don’t turn around. “She’s straight up evil for sure, but the sisterhood is important and as Gray’s woman, I need to umm- do this I guess.”

“Kind of sitting right here,” Widow drops sarcastically. “Did he spank such good manners into you?”

I spin around, grab her by the shoulders, and heave her off the bed. My finger points to the only direction she’ll ever be heading. For the door. If she never came back, we’d all be glad.

Even though I’m the one with my hand on her shoulder, the point of contact burning through me as hot as the whiskey burned last night.

Lark purses her lips. “Keep your hands off my brother, you harpy.”

“Lark, I’m a grown man—”

“He’s a big boy and he can more than speak for himself—”

We cut each other off because we’ve spoken at the same time.

Widow isn’t the one hungover as fuck and probably oozing whiskey out of her pores, so she recovers before I can slap a hand over her mouth. “Look at that, hubs. Finishing each other’s sentences already. Isn’t that darling?”

“Why are you in here?” Lark demands to know.

“Someone had to watch your big bro, so he didn’t upchuck and asphyxiate.”

“Why didn’t anyone come for me or Gray?”

I wince. I know exactly why they were taking an extra-long time to come back to the celebrating after checking on Penny. I knew they would have stayed over last night anyway, but there are some moments when I wish Gray’s house hadn’t been burned to the ground. The thought of being doors away from my sister and her man for however long it takes for him to find a new place is not appealing. Sure, I could escape to my house, but with what’s going on here, I need to be eyes on, and I don’t want my new wife in my personal space.

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