“Your dad, although he was a dumb motherfucker for doing it the way he did, knew how this shit worked—”
She released a growl that could beat Wolfe’s. “You think you can make decisions for me?”
“I think you took yourself out of the process when you drove across the state and brought your tight ass and my daughter with you.”
Her top lip curled. “The only one of you who got this shit is dead…” She shook her head then grabbed the purse she’d dumped on one of the ratty sideboards next to the door.
Before Wolfe could reply, she began to stalk out of the room, but I grabbed her and tugged her against my chest so that her back nestled into my torso. Could I help it that my cock ‘nestled’ between her ass cheeks too?
“You know that’s a lie, baby,” I ground out in her ear.
“I belong to no one,” she replied. “I’m here by choice.”
“Those marks on your body say otherwise,” Wolfe called out.
“Marks I had done on my own, without any of your input. They can be covered up as easily as I had them applied, but that isn’t what I want.” She stiffened for the first time in my hold, then peered around me to glare at Wolfe. “You know what I’ve always wanted, and none of you are getting a piece of this until you figure out that this princess never does shit unless it’s on her terms.”
I tensed, knowing that throw down would piss all of us off—not just Wolfe.
“You think you can hold out on us?” Wolfe sneered, then compounded his fucking idiocy by breaking out into a laugh.
“I know it. I’m not the girl I was, Wolfe.” She cut Axe a look and reached for her purse.
Tugging herself away from me, she opened said purse, and when I got a glimpse of what she was packing, I stiffened.
And not in a good way.
“What the—”
Her eyes were narrowed as she silently told me to shut the fuck up, and I shrugged, knowing she meant us no harm. Even Wolfe. The jackass.
She stepped back toward the desk and murmured, “Dagger asked me what Ryan was doing all this time.” She smirked. “He did what he did best. Made money.” Lucie slipped the gun out of her purse and rested it on his desk. Then, she pulled out another two. “No licenses, no purchasing orders, and no registrations.”
Wolfe’s eyes widened. “Ghost guns?”
She dipped her chin. “Exactly. I’m here on my own accord, Wolfe. As your equal. I wondered why this place was going to shit. You stopped dealing and took away the club’s largest source of profit. Well, I’m here as your partner.”
“Partner in what?”
She fingered the gun and I swear to fuck, my cock leaked pre-cum seeing her handle the weapon. “Ryan made these, and I helped him.”
“You fabricated ghost guns?” Axe snapped. “What the fuck was Ryan thinking?”
“He was thinking we needed a roof over our heads, and he was thinking we had a daughter we needed to raise all the while we were on the move,” she sneered at Axe. “Don’t you dare say a bad word against him. I won’t stand for it.” She shot Flame a look, but he was like me—turned on as fuck at the way she handled the gun.
We were both simple men him and me. No point in denying it.
“Question is, are you too fucking stubborn, too much of an idiot to see the open check I’m handing you?” She sniffed and turned on her heel, leaving the weapons behind her. I didn’t stop her as she headed out, knowing we’d need to discuss this, but for the second time in my life, I resented the MC.
Watching her head out of the office, a sudden surge of fear hit me. I grabbed her hand and bit off, “You won’t leave?”
Though her shoulders were high with irritation, they sagged at that, and she turned around, reached up to cup my chin, and murmured, “I’m going nowhere. Not without you.”
She looked at me with her heart in her eyes, and I just stood there like a fool and watched as she left the room.
Slamming the door behind her, I dug my hands into my pockets and snarled, “She’s not yours, Wolfe.”
“What? You gonna fight me over her?” he sneered.
“You bet your ass I am.”
The sound of a lighter striking cut through our words,