I could tell she struggled with the concept, but then she nodded. “If you get hurt, I’ll hurt. Don’t fucking do that to me.” Her voice wavered.
I nodded once, then kissed her quickly. “Come on. Let’s see who’s all here. Remember what I said.”
“Yes, daddy.”
“You can call me sir, or master.” I smiled over my shoulder, seeing a glimmer of tears in her gorgeous eyes. She slipped her hand in mine as we entered the clubhouse. The feel of eyes on us had me gathering her closer, her heart beating hard enough I felt it through our clothes. “It’s going to be fine, Bree.”
I wanted to just get to the killing and get-r-done, but this shit was a complicated business. The first two men I saw were Shaw and Parker Mattice. I felt Breezy stiffen next to me, her soft face lined with worry. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. I’d gut both her brothers if they hurt her. They walked up to me as a unit, both men blond like Breezy with dark brown eyes. They were about five feet eleven inches tall but had the muscular build of all wolves.
I raised my eyebrows as they stood before me, wearing identical frowns. “What’s up, boys?”
Shaw’s eyes went to the mating mark on Breezy’s neck, then mine, his stance relaxing. “Congrats, man. Dad will be pleased.” He held his hand out.
I couldn’t resist ruffling the shorter man’s hair. “Thanks, buddy.”
Parker laughed. “You really are funny. I do like you and think you’re good for my sis.”
Shaw gave them both dark looks. “Fuck off,” he said, smoothing his hair back.
Breezy fixed them all with a droll stare, speaking with a knowing tone. “Stop with the pissing contest, boys. I will not be cleaning up any of your blood. Let’s save it for our enemies.” Her words sobered us all.
Kellen sat at the long table reserved for the MC members. I took the seat to his right, placing Breezy on my lap. The alpha rested his fists on the scarred table while he waited for the others to take their seats. I smelled the air of anticipation in the large room. I looked for my sister and her mate, Rowan.
The door to the bar opened. The scent of humans followed Lyric and Rowan. Five men I’d never met before, but who looked every bit as dangerous as any I’d seen, trailed behind the couple. In their eyes, I saw they were prepared for anything with the squared shoulders and military-looking clothes. Rowan’s Phantom team, I assumed.
Kellen pointed to the other end of the table, where the extra chairs were. “Have a seat, and thanks for coming on such short notice. I’m Kellen, and this is Xan, my right hand.”
“These are my friends. Kayan or Kayak, Oz, Coyle, Sully, and that big bastard is Tay.” Rowan pointed to each man.
I looked each man over, stopping at the Polynesian one named Kayan, or Kayak. “Why Kayak?”
Kayan’s dark eyes swam with mirth. “Because they’re asshats?” He turned his gaze on the red-haired one Rowan introduced as Oz. “We call him Oz since he’s crazier than a motherfucker. How’s that for an answer? That one,” he pointed to the African American man. “We call him Coyle, cause he’s likea snake, always coiled and ready to strike. This one is Sully. He gets all down in the dumps if we don’t let him kill something, which is why he’s Sully. Last but not least is Tay. He’s just Tay, cause he’d kick all our asses if we didn’t call him what he told us.” He crossed muscled arms over his chest. “You can call me Kayan, or Kai.”
Rowan started to laugh, but stopped as a knife flew through the air, embedding itself between the table and his hands. I growled, but my new pack member beat me to the actual punch, launching himself over the table in a blink. Kayan found himself pinned under two hundred and thirty pounds of pissed-off wolf shifter. “You ever toss a weapon anywhere near my mate, I will rip your fucking head from your body before you can blink.” His voice had changed from human to beast-like.
The men who’d come in with the other Phantom team members didn’t even blink or think to intervene. “That’s what I needed to see. You kept your beast too locked down. If we’re going to help protect you and your new pack, we need to see what we’re working with.” Kayan didn’t flinch or show a hint of fear.
As I inhaled, I was shocked to find that not a trace of fear wafted off the downed man. “Are you sure Oz is the crazy one in the group?” I asked pointedly.
The women in the club had all shrunk back away from the violence, except Lyric and Breezy, who both looked on with fascination. Lyric, I understood, but I didn’t like my mate’s eyes on the other man. I growled, drawing her attention. The little minx smiled, leaning forward and kissing my lips. “I only have eyes for you, luv.”
“Good,” I grunted.
“We done.” Kellen banged his fist on the table.
Rowan hopped off the other man, then held his hand out to help him up. “You’re such a dick.”
Kayan’s dark eyes sparked with mirth. “I’d say something, but I don’t want to draw eyes to my junk and then have you wanting to roll around on the ground with me again.”
Chapter Six
Ishook my head at the men’s antics. “Are y’all always like that?”
Kayan shrugged his shoulders. “It’s better than killing each other.”
I stared at the red-haired man. His brown eyes met mine. “Don’t believe what he says. I’m not the crazy one.” He winked. “Except that one time I jumped out of a plane without a chute. It was planned. People do it all the time, and we are trained and shit.”
“That’s called skydiving, you ass. It’s done at a certain altitude, and it’s not done when we are on a perfectly safe flight that had a flight plan that didn’t include you jumping out.” The one called Tay replied.
