club doesn’t tolerate rapists.” I cuddled closer to Beast, hoping it would keep him from jumping out of the chair and charging after the guy. “I have a feeling the Prospect will be buried in a shallow grave somewhere before nightfall.”
“Fucking hell,” Beast muttered. “Bad enough I need to protect you from that rat Tony, but now I can’t even trust my own men? Glad I found out about that kid before he patched in, but it makes me wonder if there are others we need to cull.”
He pulled out his phone and I peered down at it, since he wasn’t hiding the screen from me. Get rid of the Prospect. Permanently.
Now I knew for sure the guy wasn’t going to be breathing much longer. If he went around raping women, I honestly couldn’t say I was broken up about him dying. Might make me cynical, but I knew there were some men who were just born wrong. Those were the ones my dad’s club had taken out at every opportunity.
“I don’t envy you. I know running the Dixie Reapers hasn’t always been easy for my dad. Seems like it would be a giant headache, and that’s without having traitors or assholes you have to deal with.”
Beast squeezed me. “I’ll get it handled, Tink. There’s always someone new wanting a shot at a patch. I’ll make this a safe place for you, but for now… exactly what sort of drink did you order?”
“Bourbon.”
He smacked my thigh, making me yelp. “No alcohol, Tink. What if I knocked you up yesterday? And if I didn’t, well… I plan on practicing as often as necessary until I get it right. How many kids do you want? Three? Five? Enough for a baseball team?”
I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “A baseball team? Seriously? Do you want an old lady or a broodmare?”
“Just don’t want anything between us. I liked taking you bare. Whenever you decide you don’t want more kids, I’ll go get fixed. Until then, I’m going to fill as many rooms in the house as you’ll permit. But just so you know, I’m hoping you want at least three kids.”
Kids. I’d known the man for a day, and he was already talking about getting me pregnant. I smiled, and knew I’d found the one man I was supposed to be with. While I’d never doubted I’d end up with a biker, it hadn’t occurred to me I’d nab myself a President. Still, there was no point letting him know I wanted a houseful of kids. Not yet. I’d make him squirm and work for it a bit. I’d tell him… eventually. Like maybe after the third baby was born. I’d always wanted a big family, so four or even five kids wouldn’t be so bad.
“Guess we better practice a lot, then, in case you didn’t get me pregnant yesterday. How much more work do you need to do here?” I asked.
“None. For today, anyway. I had to sign off on some papers, make sure everyone would get paid this week, and deal with a club whore who isn’t really a club whore. She’s the cousin to someone in another club, and trouble with a capital T. I’m ready for her to go before she causes another blowup.”
“Blowup?” I asked.
“She decided to play two brothers off each other. Shit apparently went sideways last night, but it’s sorted for the time being. Until she does it again. I’m hoping she’s gone long before that can happen.” He kissed me, his lips lingering a moment. “Come on, Tink. Let’s head home. If you’re restless, it means I need to wear you out.”
I squirmed on his lap, knowing exactly what he meant, and I was more than ready.
Chapter Five
Beast
I locked Pirate and Bandit in their room. Lyssa thought it was cruel, but I’d ferret-proofed one of the bedrooms. They had a cage they could go into whenever they wanted, a litter pan, and a shit ton of toys and tunnels. What they didn’t have were cords to chew, or open outlets. I’d made it as secure as I could so they would have a space to roam free without getting hurt, although I had a tendency to give them free run of the house. Or I had when it was just me.
By the time I walked into my bedroom, Lyssa had already stripped out of her clothes and lounged on the bed. Fuck but she looked sexy! I loved everything about her. Not just her soft