Page 20 of Oh Holy Knight

Chapter Seven

Wolf

“Is he dead?”

Bishop.

“He looks gray.”

Deuce.

“Might help if ya’ll check him for a pulse.”

Bash.

“What the fuck are you three idiots doing?”

Fucking Parrish.

“We found him like this when we opened the bar,” Bishop supplies. “He hasn’t an inch.”

“Hasn’t made a peep, either,” Deuce adds.

“And, I know for a fact the ol’ geezer snores. We think he might’ve kicked the bucket,” Bash drawls.

“Step out of my way,” Parrish orders. Now would probably be a good time for me to open my eyes and show them all I’m alive and well, but Parrish yanks on my beard before I can. My eyes immediately spring open and I nearly jump out of my seat from the fucking pain.

“Not dead,” Parrish announces, giving my whiskers another hard tug.

“But you’re about to be,” I growl, smacking his hand away from me.

So help me Jesus, I’m going to kill him.

“Oh, please,” he scoffs. “You ain’t killing anyone.” He raises an eyebrow. “So, what did you do?”

I rub a hand over my jaw, my whole face tingles.

Bastard.

I grind my teeth and fix him with a glare.

“Can’t a man take a nap without the likes of you assaulting him?”

“Right, so you just came to Kate’s to take a fucking snooze,” Parrish volleys. “I call bullshit.”

There’s no way in hell I’m going to admit he’s right, that I spent the night here. I’d rather drop dead for real.

“Mama Leone kicked him out,” Riggs supplies from behind him.

How the fuck does he know?

“I knew it!” Parrish boasts. A smug smirk tugs at his lips as he crosses his arms against his chest, and I glare at Riggs. Not only am I pissed he knows my wife threw me out on my ass, but it figures he’d be the one to rat me out to the club. As soon as he turns his back, I’m blowing up his manger.

Say goodbye to the Three Wise Knights.

“Where did you come from?” I sneer.

“The chimney,” he teases, flicking the tip of his Santa hat. He’s been wearing the fucking thing for a week now, practicing his Ho, Ho, Ho voice when he thinks no one is looking.

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