Page 33 of Wolf's Son
“I believe you heard me.” She takes a step forward, hands clasped in front of her. “You need to stay away from Wolf and my son. They’re mine. I won’t have you getting between me and my family.”
“Are you delusional?” I ask without thinking. I seem to have a problem doing that. I can’t help myself. “Wolf and Kale aren’t your family. You signed rights over when he was born.”
She waves a hand nonchalantly like she was waving away an invisible pest. “Those papers were meaningless. My father thought it was what was best.”
“They are not meaningless in the eyes of the court,” I point out.
“Sure, they are, if I have to, I just need to tell thejudge that I wasn’t in the right state of mind when my father had me sign them. Besides, it won’t come to that because Wolf and I will be together as it should have been. My father shouldn’t have kept me from him as he did.”
Was she serious right now?
Wolf had told me she was just a one-off that he didn’t even remember. Does she believe he’d be with her now?
I mean, she is gorgeous, but that’s all she’s got going for her, considering what she’s said so far.
“I think you should leave,” I tell her, not wanting to hear any more of what she has to say.
“Not until you confirm you will leave my family alone,” she states.
“Wolf and Kale are not your family.” They were mine.
Okay, so they weren’t my family, but I wanted them.
The woman’s eyes grow darker with anger, and she steps toward me, closing the distance, but still stays a few steps away from me. “If you do not do as told, I’ll make you regret it. I’m not someone to be trifled with. I’ll make your life hell.”
Her words make me wonder if it was her that broke into my house, though I doubt it.
Finding the courage deep inside me, I step intoher space. “If you wish to try anything, go for it. I’m not afraid of you. You won’t make me change my mind about what Wolf and I have. So, you can get out of my gallery and not come back. Come near me again andyou’llregret it.”
I step back, turn away from her dismissively, while rounding the counter where I set up my computer. I pick up my phone, about to call Wolf, when she speaks again.
“You think you’ll be the only one he’s with? Don’t get too comfortable. You’re not his type. Plus, he likes to have a variety. Loves having two women at one time. He’ll tire of you and then you’ll wish you took my warning.” With her lasting remarks, she leaves.
I try not to let her words bother me as I set my phone back down, but I can’t help but think about them. What if she’s right? What if he ends up getting bored with me? What if I’m not enough? I wouldn’t be able to stop him if he wanted something more than I could give him.
Sighing, I shake my head, grab my discarded lunch, and toss it in the trash, no longer hungry. Instead of getting back to work, I pick my phone back up and decide to call my brother rather than Wolf.
“Little sister,” he greets me on the second ring. “What can I help you with?”
“Can you come pick me up from the gallery?” I ask, noting how small my voice sounded even to my own ears.
“What’s wrong?” Izaiah demands, his tone going from sweet to alert in seconds.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Can you just come get me, please?”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, Jacqueline,” he says, hanging up.
Fifteen minutes. That’s what he said, but I’m sure it’ll be more like ten if he has his way. Gathering my stuff, I close up the gallery, turning everything off and locking the front doors. By the time I’ve set the alarm, walked out of the back door, ensured the door is locked, and rounded the building, I spot my brother’s car, his driver behind the wheel as they pull up right in front, not even parking.
The back door opens from the inside, and I climb in, not even caring the prospect was watching me, phone to his ear.
“What happened, sweetheart?” Izaiah asks the moment the door closes, sealing us away in the back. His driver pulls away from the curb, driving to God knows where, but I didn’t care. I was with my brother. My safe place. No matter what, I could always count on him when I needed him the most.
I curl into him and tell him about what happenedwith Kale’s mother showing up and what she said. Izaiah didn’t say anything throughout this. He just listened. This was good because I don’t think I wanted him to scrutinize what happened. At least not until I finished.
“Do you think I made the right decision in not calling Wolf about this?”
“I can’t say that I’m not glad you called me about it, but this does involve him. If Kale’s mother is threatening you, he has the right to know. That being said, the rest of what you shared, was stuff I could have gone without knowing. Though I might add, I’m your big brother and will protect you and take care of you however that needs to be.”
