Page 134 of Vengeful Mates
Wrathful me wasn’t satisfied with that, and all my furor bubbled to the surface. Threats to my family’s lives. Colton’s meddling with my brother to convince him to put six bullets in my father’s back. Danny’s mania, ending in him offing Mia’s innocent parents. Slade annihilating the Wolves and my father’s legacy.
At my first chance, I struck the avatar, lifted him into the air, shook him and broke his back as I’d done to Danny. Incapacitated but still breathing, the asshole disabled me with his death powers before I injected my cobra poison into him. Zethan came to my rescue and punched Colton over and over until he lost his grip on his magick and released me. The rest was history.
Zethan nipped along my neck. “You will be sorry.” His promise pulsed between my legs, and I rubbed my thighs together to stretch out the feeling.
Temptation to cheat and use my magick to heal all the post-baby stretching, tears, and discomfort hit with full force. I wanted to experience it all. Pain, tears, laughter, joy. Remember every second.
Unfortunately for my mates, they had to wait six weeks for my natural healing to fix my lady bits back up and allowed any funny business.
Slade and Castor slipped into the room, the first with his wicked devil gleam, the last with his sexy, dark grin that made my insides melt.
“Your kid’s gonna have a thick mop of hair,” Slade mused about Abayad.
“And my wit and charm,” Castor quipped, and I eye-rolled. It started. Again.
Belle rolled on her side in her sleep and hit Abayad with her arm as if telling off her brother. She always kept the others in line when they wailed or grumbled.
Slade grinned and delivered the kicker line, “Not as much as Jackson Blade will have.”
Goddess. One: those two would never stop competing. Two: damn me for making that bet with Slade. Jackson Blade would haunt me.
I curbed my exasperation, reminding myself that Slade allowed me to adopt Castor’s surname for legal purposes.
“Slade’s baby’s the screamer,” Alaric commented. “Castor’s kid’s the talker who bubbles and giggles. Zethan’s girl the one who beats up the other kids for picking on her brothers and sisters.”
A pretty accurate assessment. Every one of them perfect and a mini replica of their daddies.
“Mine’s the perfect little angel like her mother.” Alaric backed that up by blowing me a kiss.
Slade thumped him in the arm. “Kiss ass.”
Alaric hooked his arm on Slade’s neck and dragged him down. “Kiss mine.” Hmm. His anxiety vanished the moment the three of them joined us. Safety in numbers. Peace with his family close.
Life couldn’t be more perfect. I had my four mates, healthy, safe, alive and kicking. Arguing, too. The babies were thriving and perfect. Mia glowed with pride at having four younger brothers and sisters. And tonight, I hoped to mend the rift between my mother and my men.
For kidnapping me at the charity ride, Slade went on a bloody rampage, murdering every last rider of Hellfire MC and their back-up club, slaking the dark need he forsook to save me from Colton. No more enemies existed as far as we could tell.
The club acquired Hellfire MC territory as well as that of the Ruthless Few in Port Macquarie, acquisitions that gave the Jackals a clear pass from Sydney up the Mid Coast of New South Wales. Expansive territory and critical to the distribution of Pharaoh North into Queensland. Prime territory for people seeking the beach and warmth to party.
The club took on two new prospects and a new member who resigned from a Sydney MC and moved out west. Pharaoh production kicked into full swing and profits soared off the charts. Sense righted itself in the club, and Zethan returned where he belonged. Everything worked out the way it was supposed to.
The doorbell rang, interrupting our little moment.
“Fuck. I think your mother’s here early,” Alaric warned.
I checked my cell phone clock. “She’s two hours early.”
“I’ve only started soaking the chicken in the sauce.” Castor left to finish the meal.
Slade lifted Jackson out of his crib and snuggled him into one massive arm. “Come and meet your granny, Jackson Blade.”
Goddess. Warmth hit me in the chest at this adorable gesture.
Zethan followed suit and cradled Belle. The sight of my two brutal, ruthless men so soft with our children made my heart sigh.
Mia burst into the room and blasted, “Granny’s here!”
Belle stirred and blinked and yawned.
