Page 36 of Reign
“Who said you could drive?” she asks, raising a brow.
“I did. Now, get in!” I tell her, and she slides into the leather seat as I shut the door, then walk around the front of the car and climb in. “Where did you get this from?” I ask, and she grins.
“Why? You like it?” she asks, and I nod.
“It's a classic. Is it the original interior?”
“Nah, I know a guy who completely restored it for me,” she answers, and now it's my turn to raise a brow.
“And who is this friend? It better not be that fucker Hank!” I tell her, and she laughs, like full belly, hunched over laughing. “What is so funny?” I ask.
“You’ve met him before. I don’t know why all of you men are so hell-bent on him. Jesus,” she says, but she doesn’t stop laughing. So I take her phone and make a call.
“Hey, Kitten, you okay?” Ri asks, and I smirk.
“Oh yeah, Daddy. Kitten is just fine.” I laugh.
“Oh, shit! Spade! What the fuck?” he yells, and I look over at my sneaky-ass wife, who is wiping the tears from her eyes.
“I guess little wifey didn’t tell you she was coming to get me, huh?” I ask.
“The fuck she didn’t!” he growls, and I laugh.
“Well, guess she’s in trouble now, but that’s not why I called,” I say, and he laughs.
“That little minx,” he chuckles, and I shake my head.
“Who the fuck is Hank?” I ask, and he growls.
“I don’t know,” he spits, “but if you find out, please let me know because apparently she’s been spending time with him when we’re all bus–”
“Wait a second. She’s been alone with a man named Hank that no one has seen or caught HIM? What the fuck?”
“Jesus Christ, you guys! Fucking Hank is a goddamn vibrator! Holy shit!” she yells, and I gasp while Ri growls down the line.
“Babygirl. You have three men willing to please you however and whenever you want. Hank is going in the motherfucking trash,” I spit, and she growls.
“Goodbye, Dario. See you later!” she yells while he’s cursing as she takes the phone from my grip and hangs up on him. Her eyes snap to mine venomously, and I smirk. “You better not touch Hank or I will cut your dick off, Babyboy! You leave him alone,” she seethes, and I laugh.
“Damn, someone is a little serious about their toys.” I shake my head, and she huffs.
“I am, so let it go! It could be worse,” she says. I shift gears and gun it out of the parking lot.Man, it feels good to be fucking free. Next time, I’m listening to her. We run because being locked up in a cage like an animal was not it. I don’t everwant to go back there.“Where’s Ry?” I ask, speeding down the highway.
“You will see him later. I just wanted some alone time with you. That’s why I didn’t tell the others,” she admits, and I smile wide.
“So where to?” I ask.
“Home, the house is damn near empty, but I want you to myself,” she says, and I nod.
“Hell yes, so you gonna tell me where you got the car?”
“Babyboy, it’s yours. I had Harley restore it. It’s your welcome-home gift,” she says with a huge smile on her face.
“Mine?” I raise a brow, and she nods. “This is fucking dope. So much better than my old one,” I say, and she leans her head against my shoulder as I shift the car again, seeing what she’s truly made of.
“Too bad you have to shift; you could be playing with me right now, or I could be gagging on your cock. Damn shifters,” she mocks, making me growl.
“I can always pull over. You know damn well I can’t wait to feel you.” I groan as her hand slides over my jeans. “Jade, you know I have no chill. Is that what you want? Your jailbird husband to fuck you on the side of the road?” I ask as she sits up, opening her coat. I glance over trying to get a good look at her and keep my eyes on the road.
