Page 9 of Reign
“Watch it, Fallon. Don’t think I won’t order you back here and put you in the ring to teach you a lesson,” he threatens, and I laugh.
“Oh, the men that my husband trained? Ha! You know damn well none of them can touch me. If I can make Kane say uncle, I can do that with every single last one of your men,” I counter, and he laughs.
“Good, as it should be. See, you are strong and resilient, Fallon. A perfect queen for our kingdom,” he says, coughing into the phone, and I sigh. As much as I am livid with him, I still worry about his health.
“How have you been feeling? Kane hasn’t been updating me as of late. I should kick his ass for that too,” I say.
“I’ve seen better days. Please bring my grandchildren to see me. I want to get to know them before the Lord takes me.” He coughs again.
“Don’t say that, Dad. You have plenty of life left to live,” I answer.
“That’s the thing, Fallon. I don’t know how much time I have left. So please, bring them. Everyone is welcome, but thatcretin,” he growls, and I laugh.
“Dad, he’s my husband. You’re going to have to accept that,” I tell him as he blows another deep breath down the line.
“I’m sorry. I cannot do that. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. You seem to forget that,” he says.
“I know, I know. I’ll talk it over with the guys and see when we can make the trip,” I tell him.
“Thank you. I’m sending a shipment next week. It’s for Ryder. Slash has the information. Make sure it goes smoothly, please,” he tells me.
“You got it. Anything else I need to know.”
“We have some loose ends we need to cut. Get with Kane and Dario. They have everything you need to complete the job,” he says.
“Okay. Take care of yourself, old man. I’ll check in next week,” I say.
“Aye. Grá mo chroí thú,” he says, then the line goes dead.
Standing from the bale of hay, I hear the rumbling of Ryder's bike heading into the parking lot as I walk back into the Mill, and what I see before me has a smile spreading across my face.
There is nothing like watching both of your husbands, shirtless, beating the shit out of one another, but my money is on Rio.
Blood, sweat, and orgasms coming right up.
Jameson
Working it out
I particularly dislike fighting my brothers, but this needs to happen. He fucking lied to me. He thought he couldn't trust me enough to keep his plan a secret, and that's what hurts the most. I know I am unstable most days, but untrustworthy is another. Granted, I’ve been gone awhile and let my father hallucinate my mind and dictate my every move. It's a hard pill to swallow knowing I let the ones I love down in the most horrific way. But thankfully, Jade and the guys killed Monty and my father's sidekick so they couldn't continue to pump me with Devil’s Juice. Watching the Monster through my eyes while he controlled my mind and body was the scariest shit I ever witnessed. I’m a fucking twisted individual, but not having any control was something entirely different.
Watching Jade hand Dario his ass was comical, but what has me concerned is Spade. When he walked back into the house this morning with tears in his eyes, I knew he was devastated. I tried to comfort him, but he didn’t want anyone. Not even Jade.He just stormed out the back door and down the hill to where the dogs are buried. So, I took matters into my own hands and sent a text to Ryder telling him to get his fucking head out of his ass and work it the fuck out. He never answered me, which isn’t like him, but maybe Jade is right. He just needs some time to work through his emotions and to understand that he’s not built like us. Yeah, he’s a badass biker, but me and my brothers are different. We work out our issues with our fists.
“You ready?” Dario asks, cracking his neck to the left and right before shifting lightly on his toes. My brother is a fighter, the best one I know, but I need to get my licks in, and this is the only way I know how.
“Born ready, brother.” I grin, hitting him with quick jabs to the chest and face. “Don’t forget, Dario, you taught me all the tricks.” I remind him, and he laughs, wiping the blood dripping from his lip.
“Oh, I didn’t forget Jameson, but I’ve been gone for a while and learned some new things.” He grins, punching me in the cheek with his right fist as my head whips to the side.The blow felt like it cracked my whole jaw.I stumble a bit, but he hits me with a left I didn’t even see coming, then whirls around and kicks me in the chest, sending me to the ground.Jesus fucking Christ, he wasn’t kidding.I get up, rage flows through my veins as I charge at him, laying hit after hit to his face, ducking and blocking his jabs as I send him stumbling into the ropes.
“Why didn’t you think you couldn't trust me or include me in the plan, Dario?” I ask, and he huffs, laying another jab to my face.
“This wasn’t my plan; it was Flynn’s, and we all know how he feels about you!” he tells me, and I shake my head, blocking his right hook and ducking away from him.
“That answer isn’t good enough for me. We are family and a team; you should've told Flynn no, but you didn’t,” I yell, and helaughs, weaving left and right to dodge every swing. Sweat drips down my chest and brow as we circle one another.
“You cannot get mad at me for what I did. You fucking blew me up! BLEW UP MY SUBURBAN or did you forget that?” he pants as I raise my arms over my face, blocking his onslaught.
“It wasn’t me, Dario. I have a lot to make up for. And a lot I still don’t understand. But you faking your death and thinking I wasn’t good enough is like a knife in the chest.”
