Page 80 of Reaper

HearingNatalie’s voice on the other end of the line has my anxiety through the roof. I know she said she wasn’t hurt, but she’s never had a reason to call me before. For a moment, I thought she was in trouble. I was ready to burn the world to the ground for her.

Thankfully, she’s fine. The prospect followed her until she was locked in my room with the sweetbutt she had saved. Then he went and found Wrath.

By the time I made it back to the compound, the prospect had Midnight, Colt, and Widow helping hold Wrath back while Jug is sitting in a chair, bleeding from his head. They are all in front of one of the warehouses the men sometimes hang out in.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I bellow out.

Wrath switches directions as soon as he hears my voice, his focus now on me.

He strides right up into my face. “Call your guard dogs off.”

I push him back. “Don’t you be getting in my face. You know the rules. You can’t attack a member without prior approval. Where are the rest of the guys?” I ask the prospect.

“In church waiting on you, Pres.”

I nod. “I don’t think we will make it to church. Ask them to come out here.”

He takes off running while I look at Wrath. I cup his neck, pulling his forehead to mine.

“I get it, brother. Take a breath. You will get your shot, but we do this right,” I say quietly.

He nods, breathing heavily. “You should see her. She’s hurt badly.”

“She’s not your mom. Natalie has her. She’s okay now. You are going to protect her now.”

He’s shaking as he swallows hard.

“She’s off the menu for the next couple weeks. Until she heals,” Wrath demands.

“You know we can’t make that call alone.”

He growls. “Fine. She’s mine for the next couple weeks.”

I barely cover my reaction from his statement. The thing about Wrath is he never messes with the club girls, especially long term and he never asks for anything.

“We will bring it up to the guys.”

He grumbles but straightens when we hear footsteps.

The rest of my council has shown up.

“What is going on?” Pinky asks as they form a circle around us.

“We’ve had a breach in trust,” I say as I pull away from Wrath.

Everyone looks between Wrath and Jug.

“I didn’t do anything. He’s psychotic. We should have put him down years ago,” Jug rants.

Wrath tenses, but I shake my head no.

He gives a slight tilt of his head, acknowledging me.

Be smart,I try to convey to him.

“We’ve received a report that Jug is treating the women poorly. We do not stand abuse of women at all.” I let my voice carry.

The men look wary as they study Jug.

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