Page 35 of Wolf's Son
This alliance between Cordova, Mateo, and us is going to change things. Not only will we make more money, but we’ll kick some of the shit that doesn’t sit well with us to the side.
The club doesn’t mind dealing with guns and transport, but we have a thing against drugs and peddling flesh. Cordova might not deal in human trafficking, but in a way, he does. He took over the fight ring and has plans to change it up. Get rid of thedeath matches, make it more of an underground fighting ring. Still, it’s gonna take time for him to be able to do that without causing an outright war with others.
Twenty minutes pass by, and my need to see my woman grows with each minute.
By the time Cordova steps into the clubhouse, I’m ready to tear someone apart.
Meeting his gaze, I demand, “Where is she?”
“Jacqueline is in the car. She decided she’d wait for me there instead of coming in,” Cordova answers and cocks a brow. “Your son’s mother has her quite upset.”
“My son’s mother?” What the fuck is he . . .
Oh fuck no.
That’s who the woman was in the footage.
Mitchell Roger’s daughter. Melissa.
Bitch was supposed to stay away. What the fuck is she doing going into my woman’s gallery?
“The fuck did that bitch say to Jacqueline?” I’m lucky to be able to get the question out through gritted teeth and not break a damn tooth in the process.
“You’ll want to speak with her about that, but before you do, I want to make sure you know without a doubt what you’re getting into with mysister. She’s not a plaything and is easily hurt by words.”
Whatever happened in the gallery, it must’ve affected my woman more than the sight of her portrayed.
She’d been hiding what she was feeling.
“I know what I’m getting into with Jacqueline, Cordova. I don’t need you to remind me,” I grind out, watching him through narrow eyes.
“I figured as much,” Cordova remarks, nodding, features unreadable. The next words that pass his lips are unmistakable. “My sister isn’t used to a life like ours. I’ve shielded her from it all. If you do not take care of the bitch I will. I won’t have Jacqueline dealing with what she’s dealt with already. I might also add, if you hurt her in any way, alliance or not, I will kill you.”
Fuming, I step into Cordova’s space, nose to nose. “I’ll make one thing very clear. Jacqueline is mine. My woman. You won’t be killing me because I won’t be hurting her. That being said, I’ve got a dick. I’m an asshole. I’m gonna fuck up. You aren’t gonna get between the two of us. She’s gonna learn how to live a life in our world without being hurt by the shit we do.”
Stepping back once more, I glance from Cordovato Viper, then back again. “Now, I’m gonna go deal with my woman.”
My anger doesn’t stop swirling around me as I walk out of the clubhouse. I’m still pissed with Jacqueline for not calling me. Even more, I’m pissed the stupid fucking cunt who birth my son has shown back up. I don’t know what the fuck she’s playing at, but I intend to find out.
First things first, getting things straight with Jacqueline and showing her the error of her ways. I get that she wants to run to her brother. He’s been there all her life, but that’s not how it’s gonna go between the two of us. Things get heated, she’s not gonna run to Cordova over every little thing.
Eyes on the car, I stalk toward the back door of it, throw the door open, reach in, wrap my fingers around her arm, and drag my woman out of the car.
“Wolf,” she gasps, hand wrapped around my wrists, “what are you doing?”
With her clear of the door, I slam it shut and shove her against the side of it, crowding her space. “Something wrong with your phone?”
“What?” she asks, brows furrowing.
“Your phone. Something wrong with it?”
“No.” The answer doesn’t do anything to help my anger.
“You suddenly forget to pick it up and call or even send a fuckin’ text?”
“Wolf.”
“Answer me?” I bite out harshly.
