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Chapter eight
‘Rule the World’ Valley of Wolves
JAZ MONROE
Finally, we reach what I’m assuming is the Cutthroat compound about ten miles outside of Meeker, Colorado. The long gravel road trails through the forest that seems to never end until we reach the large iron gate at the end, which is manned by two leather wearing men. On the other side of the gate is a large building that still has theBlues Town Highschoolsign above the double door entry. I bite back my chuckle at that. Shouldn’t be a surprise that these wolves live in a high school, they are a bunch of childish men, I’m sure.
As the two guards open the gates and let us pass, I see the patches on the front of their cuts declaring themprospects.
I wonder how long they’ve been prospecting for.They let us pass but when we park near the front entrance of the building, they immediately surround the truck… or more likeme.
“You know a bullet won’t kill me, right?” I tell Roman as he nods for the prospects to lower their guns.
“A silver bullet will,” One of the sneering assholes says.
“Enough Led.” Roman snarls to the jerk before turning to the second prospect, “Zeppelin, take Jones to the healer and let her know I’ll be there as soon as I’m done here.”
I snort, “Led and Zeppelin? Is there a Bert and Ernie too? Ooo, what about Charles and Manson?” Roman snatches my arm, dragging me away from the two pricks as I laugh at their angry faces.
Seriously, does no one have a sense of humor around here? Well, aside from Goldilocks that is. The dude never stops grinning like a maniac. Roman continues to pull me through the double door entry where the place opens to a giant hall that runs from east and west with doors along the walls.
“This building is called theNorth Buildingand this part of it is called theProspect Hall. Every door leads to a classroom that has been converted into apartments.” Roman gestures up and down the corridor, “They use the communal restroom at the end of each corridor. I suggest you don’t wander in them.”
The old trophy cases along the walls to either side of the large opening ahead of us displays pictures and the Cutthroat hierarchy tree. I’ll have to come back here and look at everything so I’m not screwing up at every turn.
Roman pulls me through a short hallway to a large doorway that opens to what I assume was the cafeteria back in the day. A song by The Black Keys plays through hidden speakers, and the loud chatter of men blend together like bees in a hive. To the left side of the room there’s a large platform with a heavy looking wooden table with about ten large ornate throne-like chairs sitting on one side, facing the room. I roll my eyes picturing Roman and his brothers sitting up there all pompous and shit. Below the platform are three long wooden tables similar to the one on stage, with wooden benches instead of chairs. Along the benches are a whole pack of leather wearing bikers who all snap their attention to us as Roman leads me to the throne stage.
We walk up the steps to the platform with people watching us curiously, “Everyone, this is Jaz Monroe, my ol’ lady.” I feel my jaw slacken as I look up at Roman, part shock part anger.
I narrow my eyes, ready to tell him off, but the room erupts in cheers and whistles, making my words die on my lips. I watch everyone slamming their cups and plates on their tables, chantingcut-throat! Cut-throat! Cut-throat,and try my best not toenvision the many ways I’m going to kill their Alpha.
I may not know much about the MC life, aside from what I’ve read in my romance books, but being labeled an ol’ lady is huge, yet my opinion was not asked for before dropping that bomb.
Roman continues to speak to the room, but I tune him out, taking in the rest of the area. On the other side of the room is another platform only instead of a table, there’s five poles that reach from the floor to the ceiling. Each pole has a scantily clad woman dancing against it as if nothing else matters but rubbing their pussies against the metal. I gotta say though, they know how to work the poles well. The one in the middle does some pretty cool tricks, using her muscles to flip her over and gripping the pole with the back of her knees before sliding back down in a spiral.
Fuck, I’m winded just watching.
Before I can walk off the throne stage and take a seat to enjoy the strip tease, because who in their right minds wouldn’t be mesmerized by the strength and beauty displayed by these dancers, Roman pulls me through the room. We pass the pool tables that take up the middle part of the cafeteria, and through another open doorway.
“This hall leads to two staircases at either end of the hall, the top floors are mine and my brothers. There are a few guest rooms there as well, we only use them when other chapters of Cutthroat come in town.” I don’t look at him, fearing the words that may spill from my lips if I do, “You’ll take the one between Case and me.”
“Lovely,” I huff, Ignoring the way his fingers loosen and slide down from my bicep to my wrist. The zaps that rush through me can totally be blamed on the circulation flowing again.Riiight, I can practically hear the word coming from my wolf.
“Come on, I’ll show you to your room, it has its own bathroom, so you won’t have to worry about sharing with someone else.”
Using my wrist, Roman leads me up the staircase and to an identical hallway as the one below. The old tile is cracked and stained. Some of the stains look like old blood that was never thoroughly cleaned. Yuck! If this is how my room looks, I fear I’ll never be able to feel comfortable. There’s blood on the ceiling and fixtures making the whole place look like a haunted house. Shifters can’t get diseases like humans can but if we could, I’d be worried about catching an STD just walking through this bloody hall. The brick walls have deep scratches in them like a Werewolf fight broke out at some point.
“God, this place is horrifying. Didn’t your mother ever teach you how to clean?” I grumble low but Roman hears me, spinning me to a halt in front of a door.
“You have a really loose mouth, you know that? If you don’t watch your mouth, the status I just gave you will be pushed and tested.”
I yank my arm out of his grasp, “Oh, so you gave me a status, huh? What is that supposed to do, protect me?” I ask mockingly as I jab my finger into his hard chest, “In case you hadn’t noticed by now, I don’t need a title to protect myself, Alpha.”
So fast that I almost didn’t see it until I felt it, Roman grips my hand and spins me, pulling my arm up behind my back at a painful angle before pushing me up against the door, “Protect yourself then, little girl.”
Despite the pain that makes me want to shoutuncle!I still shiver at his growl that vibrates from my head to my toes, and back to my clit. Yeah, that’s right, I’m fucked in the head apparently.
“Call me little girl again, Roman, and I’ll show you just howlittlemy bite really is.”
