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“Jenni’s going to run off with that dickhead inside, leaving me with no one. It’s stupid as fuck,” he grunts, blowing smoke into the air without a care.
“And what do you know about that dickhead inside?”
Leighton snorts, closing his eyes and swaying on his feet. “Elias—the leader of the piss poor excuse for a gang. The Blue Spiders. Who the fuck names themselves that? It’s fucking stupid. What’s more ridiculous is your father gave them the right.” He rolls his eyes.
Yes. My father gave Elias the right to settle his drug empire on the south side of Briar Cove, manufacturing copious amounts of weed and pills. As long as he shared the wealth with the man who okayed his adventure. From what I’ve seen, my father hasn’t been getting his fair share. Or so he thinks. If my father knew how to spend his money wisely instead of throwing it around like confetti, then he’d be in a better situation.
I discreetly nod when Arrow sneaks up behind Leighton when he’s thoroughly distracted. “You messed up,” Arrow whispers in his ear right before depositing a needle into his neck.
Leighton’s eyes widen, darting to me as he clings to the few precious seconds of consciousness he has.
“You touched something that didn’t belong to you. Now, you’ll lose something, too.” I shrug when Arrow pushes Leighton’s body forward as he crumples and lands directly on his face.
Arrow grins. “And you tell me carrying this around is a waste of time. Look at me now, Daddy Jer.” He wiggles the spent tube several times as I cringe.
“I am not your daddy,” I say, sticking the pointed toe of my shoe into Leighton's side, checking for life.
Shepp clinks his rings a few times, looking up from his phone. “Word is she’s not cooperating. They’ve left her alone for now in a holding cell by herself.” He turns the phone toward me as an image flashes before my eyes.
Right there is my beautiful future wife, sitting on a bench dressed in stripes. I grin. “I hope they burned that dress,” I growl, clenching my teeth so hard I’m afraid they’ll crack from the pressure.
That fucking dress can burn in the depths of hell, for all I care. I’d much rather rip it off her body and show her what happens to her when she insists on wearing such revealing clothing.
No matter.
My future wife will never wear a dress like that in front of anyone else again. Ever. From here on out, I’ve procured her a wardrobe full of modest clothing for public outings and indecent clothing for the bedroom.
A win-win.
Shepp snorts, tucking his phone away.
“It was easy access, though. You missed out, Daddy.” Arrow grins again when I turn on my heel and promptly punch him in the shoulder. “Fine. Not daddy. But for real, dude. You missed out on the best-tasting pussy in Briar Cove. I can’t wait to fill her with my cum every day until she’s nice and plump with our baby.” He wiggles his brows.
Obviously, he’s thought that plan through. Not a bad idea. Tie her to us for eternity. She’ll never be able to escape. Especially if our child is in her arms.
“Then we can really lock her down,” I say, rubbing at my chin. “Check her health records for birth control. We haven’t checked them in a while.”
Shepp nods and signs, ‘Of course.’
Ah, my dutiful best friend. The only one I trust to look into her past. Which we've done from time to time. Journey's records and life have been something I've sought out for years since I learned she'd be mine.
I want to crack every crevice of her existence. Know everything there is to know about her. And apparently, that's an issue. Her records hold nothing of interest as to why my father chose her. There has to be something. A secret tie to our society that holds value. Money—which she has none of.
That'll all change soon. The world is her oyster. No matter the outcome of this. She's officially property of the Devils.
“I hope not,” Arrow grunts, heaving Leighton over his shoulder without wincing. “Just imagine if we knocked her up already. God, she’ll be so fucking pissed. I’ll make Shepp stick his dick in her mouth again to calm her down.”
Shepp turns bright red, narrowing his eyes. ‘Asshole,’ he signs and then gestures with his middle finger.
My brows raise at Shepp when he darts his eyes to the ground. Ever the secret keeper.
I contemplate everything Arrow has said, mulling over his words. “Let’s get him into the back of the SUV.”
“Are we taking him to my basement lair?” Arrow asks with a grin. “I want to tear his fingers off for ever touching her.” The feeling is mutual. “Or Max and Nova?” He wiggles his brows at the prospect of feeding Leighton to our lions.
Not a bad fucking idea. They'd enjoy chasing him through their enclosure. Something we've done many times to our victims.
Need answers? Introduce people to a couple of ravenous lions. They'll spill their guts. The same guts that will later splatter the grass when we're done with them.
