Jackson opens the nightstand, and something silver flashes in his hand. I take a minute to register what it is. A Zippo. He holds it in his hand like most people hold a gun.Cole tugs at the chains around his neck, his grin getting wider. “Should have gone for your gun, Jackson. Pussy seems to make your brain go soft.”“What the fuck’s takin’ so long?” Another man appears, one I haven’t seen before. He’s wearing a black suit and has short black hair. He looks like an established financier, not someone you’d think would hang out with someone like Cole.“Vance, what the hell are you doing here? I’m surprised you left Carla,” Jackson says before putting his lighter back on the nightstand.“Cole and Ford called. We’ve got Ferdinand. We thought you’d like the honor, but if you don’t…”“You have my father? Where?”Cole and Jackson pass a look at each other.“Anyone gonna tell me what’s going on?” Vance asks, looking between the other two men.“Jackson here seems to have stuck his pen in Fer
She slaps me hard across the face, and I’m so fuckin’ turned on. I grab the back of her neck, my forehead connecting to hers. “You don’t want to play games with me, sweetheart. I’ll win every fuckin’ time.” I grab her leg, putting it around my hip before my cock invades her warm pussy. My hand never leaves her neck, holding her against the wall. She slaps at me again. I smirk at her, which seems to infuriate her.She slaps at me a third time, but she never once asks me to stop. Stop isn’t what she is thinking as her eyes dilate and she lets out a moan through her perfect pink lips. “You’re so wet and ready for me, baby. Fight it all you want, but you're mine. You want me more than anything else in this world, just like I want you.”She slaps me again, harder than before. I let go of her neck and slap her face gently, hearing her moan. Her cunt clenches on my cock like a damn vise. She’s as crazy as I am. The girl actually gets turned on from the slap. I’ve never hit a woman before. It
I stop just outside the living room. Jackson, Cole, Vance, and Ford have their heads together, their voices low.“You sure you can trust her?” Vance asks.“You sure you can trust Carla?” Jackson spits out.“She’s my wife, motherfucker. Of course I trust her.”“Don’t pull your shit with me, Vance. She was a random girl you saw at the club one night, and that was it. You claimed her as yours and didn’t care how insane you became because of it. I was there when you chopped off a dude’s finger ’cause he touched her elbow. One look at her, and you’d claim her as your ride or die. Ashley is mine. None of you fuckers are to scare or intimidate her. You give her the same level of respect you give me. Got it?”The three of them exchange tense looks. I don’t want Jackson to lose his family because of me.“If you say she’s in, then she’s in,” Cole says. “I’ll always have your back.”The other two nod, which seems to satisfy Jackson.“So who’s watching him at the warehouse?” Jackson asks.“Tony a
“What? You two are pretty fuckin’ disgusting. All this lovey-dovey bullshit. All my boys are dropping one by one like flies.” He points a finger at Ford. “And this one is no barrel of laughs. He barely fuckin’ talks.”“I can’t wait until you find someone, asshole,” I say, my arms around Ashley’s shoulder, moving her body closer to mine.“Fat fuckin’ chance. Once you settle down, you’re fucked for life. Besides, my tastes are a little too much for most women to deal with long-term.”Vance and I stare at each other and both start laughing. “Yes, we said that too.”*****The warehouse is on the outskirts of town. Vance and I bought it years ago, thinking we’d turn it into a club. Maybe we will someday, but in the meantime, we’ve been using it to dispose of people who’d become a liability. It was a discreet place that didn’t bring about questions.As we walk in, our men circling around Vergelio, step aside. When the fucker sees my face, I can see the fear flash in his cold, calculating bl
AshleyTWO YEARS LATERMy cheeks hurt from smiling, from looking at the giant-ass rock on my ring finger. “I can’t believe we’re married.”Jackson drapes his arm around me, placing a kiss on my head. “Better believe it, baby. I signed, sealed, and delivered.”“So when are you two popping out a kid like this fool over here?” Cole asks while pointing to Vance.“Never,” Jackson and I say together.When we got married, I made it clear to him I didn’t want kids. For some, that’s a deal breaker, but I decided early in life that motherhood wasn’t for me. If I have kids, I want to do an older adoption. Kids like Jackson, Cole, and Ford once were. Children who were put into situations they had no control over needed love and guidance as much as a little baby. When I’d told Jackson, he’d lifted me off the ground, kissing me like I’d told him the secret to eternal youth.“What the fuck is taking so long?” Vance asks for the hundredth time as he twirls a blade on the waiting room table. A few of
John London looked at his watch for the seventh time in ten minutes. He hated waiting. Time was money for him, and ten minutes meant he had already lost at least a million dollars. Nobody made him lose money. It annoyed him that this guy thought he could be different. If John didn't need the goods so badly, he would have left already.The only joy in his life came from making money—more than he would ever need. Ever since he was outlawed and forced to leave his pack and never join another, his life has been all about making money.There was no higher purpose for him than making money, especially after losing everything else. Keeping a firm grip on the case beside him, he listened and sniffed for an approaching wolf. He was an alpha wolf, or he would be if he still had his rank. But it was taken from him, along with everything else.He bore the mark of an outlawed wolf. Rubbing his chest, he tried not to think about the pain the silver mark had left. There were nights he woke up scream
Christal—such a sweet name for a sweet woman—stared at him, terrified.They were selling her because of her weight. If he were the alpha of their pack, he’d make sure her parents suffered a fate worse than death. Seeing as he was neither an alpha of a pack nor part of one, their ugliness had given him a woman.Turning her head this way and that, he sensed her fear increasing.“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, hoping his words would ease her. Taking her hand, he led her towards his car.Crap. He had hoped for this night to run smoothly. From the way Christal was acting, he doubted she’d be ready to fuck when he got back home.For many years, Christal had heard the term “runt of the litter” when people talked about her. She hated it but pretended the words no longer affected her. Being told she was fat, ugly, and hated by all of the pack hadn’t prepared her for the final humiliation she’d been dealt this night. The words hurt, but she’d grown used to them.Sitting alone in her room,
John felt the fight go right out of her. Loosening his hold, he waited for her to submit. Her head bowed within seconds of her body relaxing. Releasing his tight grip, he tilted her head back to look at him.Christal’s scent and body didn’t repel him at all. Buying a wolf online had been troublesome, and he had been worried about what she would look like. The only word to describe Christal was beautiful. Her family didn’t see what a prize they possessed. Many wolf males, even alphas, would have taken her off their hands.Their loss was his gain.Tears fell down her cheeks, cutting him up at the sight. “Don’t cry.”“I’m not allowed to feel now, either?” she asked.She looked completely lost.Staring into her eyes, he was struck by the glorious shade of green. Running his thumb across her smooth cheek, he moved towards her lips. She showed no sign of jerking away. Her lips were plump and heart-shaped. He couldn’t wait to see how they felt pressed against his own.“You’re allowed to feel