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His lip curls at her, slowly shifting into a cruel smirk that makes him look deranged. “He was very interested in her; I don’t think even the Wolf of Mounts Bay could convince the Devil not to take what is his. Run along, go hide her. He’ll only enjoy the chase.” The Devil.
Apparently, neither can Ash. “Here. Just so you know we did our best to get him here. He seems to be… otherwise occupied,” Ash sneers, and pushes the box until Joey’s head rolls out. I could fucking vomit.
“Does he look familiar to you?” she murmurs, and I shake my head. “I don’t exactly spend much time with dirty bikers, Floss.” She purses her lips at me, something she does when she thinks I’m being particularly stupid. I fucking hate it. “I need to speak to Atticus. I need to look into Lips’ background. We know nothing about who her family really is. Or her father.” I blink at her. What the fuck?
Fuck, he’s hot when he goes all Beaumont-killer on someone for me.
He peels my panties off and whispers against my pussy as he begins to lick and suck at me, “It matters, Star. I’ve changed my mind; I don’t want you to swallow my come. I want to see it dripping down your legs.”
“Can we get this bullshit fucking over with? I have other things to do,” Illi snaps, and takes the lead. That’s breaking protocol and something I’d bitched the boys out for at dinner to remind them. Harley raises an eyebrow at me, and I shake my head. This place is fucking evil.
Avery winces and turns around at the sight of blood, but the boys all watch with varying levels of interest as Illi shows them exactly how he got his name. The chump screams through the first arm but is out for his leg. There’s blood fucking everywhere, and it feels like it’s coating the inside of my nose by the time he stands again. “Fuck that egotistical, sadistic, spoiled fucking sociopath,” Illi snaps, and I nod my head. “Well, if that isn’t a statement, I don’t know what is.”
Ash rolls his shoulders back and flicks a hand at the mess. “Is that not going to get you into trouble? And here I am being on my best behavior.”
The mood in the room sours even more. The Boar’s eyes bounce between us both and then settle on the Jackal, cold and fucking dangerous in a way I’ve rarely seen from this man.
I stare at the Jackal across the table as the exclamations and shouting only get louder. He watches me, and there must be some serious issues in the man’s brain because he only looks more obsessed with me. Like I’m impressing him by selling him out. I need a little less psycho in my life.
And then I turn on my heel and slide into the Cadillac before I slit the bitch’s throat. Tonight isn’t the time for it, but I will kill her.
“Nothing. I’ve never met him. My mom told me he was locked up for drug trafficking and I’ve just… never really thought about him. I have too much other bullshit to deal with.”
Avery smiles at me and says, “I have a guess. It’s a good one, but we’ll see what your… things tell us.” I stare at her for a second and then it falls together in my brain. I shake my head at her. “The Boar is not my father. There’s no fucking way. For starters, he only moved to the state, like, ten years ago. He’s never given a shit about me.” Avery smirks at me and stands up, smoothing a hand down her dress and looking freaking perfect in a way I’m still green with envy over. “He said he wouldn’t join the Jackal. He said it was a blood thing. Exact same wording, Lips, that’s not a
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How the hell he knew I have one in there is beyond me because I’m too damn busy gaping at him as he screws it on. “You’re going to shoot him? I didn’t think—” He cuts me off. “I told you, I’m all in. You’re mine; my girlfriend and my family, so this is our gang life, or whatever. Consider this my blood in.”
Then he shoots the guy, his hand steady and effective as it only takes one bullet. I’m fucking impressed. I don’t wait around to talk about it, I just flick the gates open and let the pigs in to start their work. Blaise grimaces and climbs the fence to get away from them, and I laugh at him. Happy to shoot a guy but a total fucking wuss about farm animals? He’s as bad as Avery.
“Want to fuck in the car on the way back?” Uh, yeah. I do.
I move the book to cover my face. “I’ll set up a roster and move between the two rooms. My shit is going in my room with Aves, but it’s a win for everyone.” Neither of them like that for an answer, but at least it gets them to drop the subject. I can’t say I’m not relieved when we pull into the staff parking lot, and I scramble out of the car to get away from the animosity. Harley raises his eyebrows at me, but Avery’s snarling starts up again and he smirks. “Picked the wrong car, babe?”
Harley pulls me in closer to his body, kissing the crown of my head and whispering into my hair, “The sheep have finally figured out a Wolf hunts among them.”
We’re firmly a stab-first family going forward. Apparently you have the perfect farm animal disposal system.”
“She put you in detention. She put you there and that’s where you very first met Matteo. You probably don’t even remember him being there, you didn’t speak to each other, but that is where he first saw you, and that’s where his obsession with you started.” I blink at him. What the fuck? “Some kid shoved you, and you stabbed him with a pair of scissors or something.” I tip my head back and groan at the ceiling. “Seriously? My whole fucking life changed course because I stabbed Cory Ryan? Fuck, I might hunt him down and stab him again for that shit.”
“What the fuck is going on?!” Harley switches his phone to speakerphone, and Diarmuid speaks. "I'm assuming you've seen the news, Wolfie." “Don’t fuck with me, O’Cronin. Why are you calling?” I say, and then I hear the best fucking sound on the planet. Odie starts cussing him out in colorful and vicious French. Illi obviously manages to catch this down his line and snarls, “Where is she?” Diarmuid laughs. “I told the Wolf I’d prove my loyalty. I heard talk of one of your informants flipping and siding with the Jackal, I knew that would leave your girl open to his rage, and I’ve been watching
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I slip my clothing on over the gore I’m covered in, and when I move to the window, Ash grabs my arm to stop me. I glance at the door, worried that someone is about to walk through, but Ash snaps on a pair of gloves and coats his hands in the blood. He finds an empty patch of wall and leaves his own message for the Jackal. No one touches the Wolf.
“I can’t take you back to Avery covered in blood, and if we go back to my room, I’ll have to share you,” he replies as he unlocks the front door and disarms the code. I get an immediate text from Avery asking what we’re doing at the ranch. Your brother insists on pretending that my work isn’t bloody and that you’ll break if you realize it is.
Ash follows me and then leans against the bathroom counter on his phone while I undress and get into the shower. His eyes keep flicking over to me, like he can’t help but watch as I scrub away the death from my skin, and once the blood is down the drain, he sets his phone down and starts to strip. Hoo boy. There’s nothing quite like a naked Ash Beaumont. He smirks at me when he gets to his jeans, arrogant as ever, and I try my best not to drool at the sight of him. I think he’s brainwashed me into loving that giant dick of his, even if I am still a little gun-shy at actually having sex with
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try not to look too desperate as I quickly dry myself and then head back to my giant bed but the snort Ash gives me says I fail. Fuck it, he knows how much I love him. Oh. Oh, fuck. I can’t think about that right now either. We don’t do mushy, not when we’re facing each other and the lights are on, and certainly not when we’re naked. He gives me a look. “Why do you suddenly look like you’re about to jump out of the window?” I swallow, and again, then I snap, “You’ll be the one to jump out of the window if I say it. Can we just do this?”
“Fuck, yes. I’m being brave, and I want your dick. If you break me, I swear to God I’ll fucking stab you.” He laughs at me and then fucking buries his face into my pussy like a champ. Ugh, maybe I could convince him to set up camp and live down there, because it’s so fucking good.
“I’ve never wanted to keep someone before. I’ve never wanted someone like I want you. I get it, I don’t want to think about someone else touching you either, but you’re mine. I promise you no one else will ever fucking touch me again.”
"Fuck me. What's your dad done now?" asks Blaise, and Avery gives him a look that would strip the skin off a grown man. "You know better than to call that man my dad. Senior called—he wanted to discuss my sale. He made it clear to Ash that he intends on doing whatever necessary to hand me over to Morningstar. He also threatened Lips, so naturally the best course of action is to give this disgusting pit of a room a fresh start. A completely rational reaction.”
Harley smirks and pushes my hair off of my shoulder, rubbing at the little patch of skin peeking out from my button-up shirt. I smile at him and then speak, fuck the consequences, “I get it. You needed to eat so you sold your soul and now you’re expendable, replaceable, nameless, and nothing. That’s what you made yourself when you became one of the Crow’s men. I could have done the same with the Jackal a lifetime ago, but instead I crawled my way out of hell. So shut your fucking mouth and get ready to be beaten down, because Ash Beaumont is going to own your fucking ass.”
His eyes flick around to the guys, and then he speaks slowly, like he’s choosing his words even more carefully. “Take the Butcher with you and leave everyone else here for the night.” My spine snaps straight, and Harley snarls at him, “You don’t get make those fucking decisions; where she goes, we go.” Atticus rolls his eyes, and doesn’t bother to look at the three enraged guys plotting his death. “The Viper wants to meet at the Dive. You have to put a body in the cage to get in—you’re better off taking the Butcher with you because that’s his idea of a fun Friday night.”
“There’s not much, but I know who you can speak to about Lips’ father.” The detached, cold look slips on Avery’s face a fraction as she takes the envelope. I can’t look at it or touch it, so fucking terrified of what’s in it. Atticus looks between the two of us and then says, “You need to call the Boar. Everything leads back to him.” Fuck. God-fucking-dammit.
“You better not be doubting me, Mounty,” he whispers against my lips, and I grab a fistful of the buttery-soft shirt he’s got on. “Nope. I’m just preparing myself for the entire night. I’ve got to be the Wolf, and you’ve got to focus on your fight, which means I’ll watch your back. If the Jackal shows up, if he has men there, you’ll be a prime target. I’m going to keep you safe while you do this for us. That’s family.”
“He’d probably be up for that. He’s not as clean-cut as he looks. If you have money on this fight, I hope it’s on him,” I mutter back, and the Viper grins at me, his gold tooth shining at me. “Sounds perfect for you kid. Sounds like he’s just what you need.”
“I think I fucking smoked too much before we came. Usually I’m better about it. I could fucking swear I just… never mind. Too fucking high for my own good.”
Then I move. Cole doesn’t see it coming, none of the men do, only Avery and the Viper are unruffled as I shoot up from my seat, grab a fistful of Cole’s hair, and slam him face-first into the table. Blaise lurches forward but stops when I shoot him a look. He gets it, he understands from that one look what’s going on, so I know he can’t be that high. Cole knows how to take a beating and, fuck, he’s here to get in the cage and earn some green, but he’s so sure his place with the Jackal will keep him breathing tonight. That’s mistake number two. I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Thank you
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“You’re so perfect, Star. You’re everything.” Avery rolls her eyes and ducks under his other arm, propping him up and helping take the weight of him off of my bad leg. “You’re so fucking wasted you wouldn’t know who you were professing your undying love to. You were just telling Ash you’d be lost without him.” Blaise looks over at her with a frown. “I don’t love anyone else; Star is fucking it for me. She’s everything. I see her face every-fucking-where I go. Why do you have to be such a bitch about it? I’m with Ash; we should fucking gut Atticus for being such a miserable cock to you. Maybe
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“Actually it makes me think he really is your father. He’d have to admit he was wrong about lying to your mother and men usually have the emotional range of a fork.”
Harley smirks and shrugs. “He celebrated a little too hard. He’s sleeping it off with Avery and the other dickhead.” Illi chuckles and tugs at his leather jacket. “It’s good, he’s broken the assumption that the Wolf chose you guys because you’re pretty, not because you’re good backup. There’s a lot of the Jackal’s men who are now hesitating about coming after you.”
Harley chuckles at me. “You’re thinking about the fight again, aren’t you? Your eyes do this glazed over thing that would make me jealous as all fuck if I didn’t see them doing it about me all the fucking time too.” I roll my eyes at him. “Yes, I get it; I’m fucking damaged. But I love that you all can hold your own. I love that you can fight and hurt and kill when you need to. It makes me feel less… alone. And it’s hot as fuck.”
snort at him and shut the water off, grabbing my towel and stepping out. His eyes drop down to my wet naked body and I roll my eyes at him. “So the file scared them all off? Why aren’t you running away from my damage?” He tugs the towel away from me, stopping me from drying off, and then grabs my hips to pull me to his chest. “They’re not scared. They’re trying to distract themselves from running down to the Bay and killing the Jackal today, now, for what he’s done. You never told me it was that bad, Star. You never told me he was torturing you.”
“Well, I care about you and what your mother does to you. I care a whole fucking lot,” I mutter, still looking at the pages and trying desperately to get the fuck off of this topic. Blaise snatches the page away from me and grins when I glare at him. “Star, you fucking love me. You told me months ago. You’re in love with me and my dick.”
“Aves. We have a problem,” I croak, and she startles awake. She sits up and flicks the light on, straight into cleanup mode. We all ignore Blaise’s complaints, and I send her a copy of the photos. The photos of tongues impaled on the ornate spikes of Hannaford’s wrought iron fence. There’s at least eighty.
Senior’s gaze is like a freaking laser, incinerating and destructive, but Ash just stares him down like the reckless asshole I know he is and fucking love. The corners of my mouth tug into a smirk that is entirely Beaumont, because fuck this man. Fuck him for ruining his kids and trying to tear us all to fucking pieces.
“Knowing I can use all of the twisted, fucked-up shit my family has taught me to keep you safe… well, I feel a little less fucked up because of it. Knowing that it turns you on is just icing on the fucking cake.”
“One that recognizes she was born into a den of monsters and survived it.”
I roll my eyes. “And you’re worried because you think I’ll be angry? Aves, the whole fucking world is going to shit. I’m sure the Boar called and said the same damn thing to him. I don’t give a fuck what you say to him, he already knows where I stand.” Her shoulders roll back. “What? Where do you stand?” My eyes flick to the door as if Ash will have some sort of psychic premonition that I’m about to talk in Atticus’ favor and storm in here to climb up my ass… in a not fun and sexy way. “I told him he has my vote. If you two sort out your issues, then I vote him into the family. Harley did the
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Sitting in my palm is a tiny heart locket, identical to his mother’s, so similar it’s only when I turn the locket over to read the inscription that I know he’s gotten me one of my own. Mine. To the end.
He leans forward in his seat, and I finally see some sort of resemblance between the cousins, the fierce determination they both have. “I’m not asking for a handout. I’m telling you I’m going to do whatever it takes to make things right and keep my family safe. Part of that is fixing things with Harley. If you offered to vouch for me in exchange for me never speaking to him again, I wouldn’t take it. I couldn’t help him when we were kids, but I can now, and I’m going to.” I hold his eyes with mine for a second longer and then I nod. “If Harley wants me to, I’ll speak to the Boar for you.”
“You kill them all yourself? All of the uncles?” Aodhan grimaces and shrugs. “Jack helped. They did the same to his girl as they did to your ma, he hasn’t been right since. I’m trying to keep him stable but… he might not make it through this.” Harley winces. “Amara? They took her?”
“Killed herself before Jack could get to her. Liam decided he was getting weak about her, because he’d taken on a legitimate job to get an apartment for her.” He moves to stare at his toes for a second then he grits out between his teeth, “She was pregnant. Jack was just trying to keep her safe from our ...
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