“I’m always good,” Scarlett responds with a sly smile that she knows will get her a spanking later. But when she slides under my arm, hers wrapping around my waist, I’m calm once more and the jealousy that’s bubbling in my gut settles.
“I’ll see you soon,” Darius tells me, holding out his hand, he grins. I accept his gesture, and we shake on it. I didn’t think we’d ever get to this place again. But since we’re here now, I feel like we will finally be able to move on from the past.
“Soon. When we’re back in New York, I’ll let you know,” I tell him.
Once Darius leaves, it’s just me, Scarlett, and my broken office door. I look down at her, taking in her face. A work of art, that’s what my wife is. “So, tell me more about these kids we’re having,” I tease, allowing my hands to trail down to her ass. I lift her against me, and she instinctively wraps her slender legs around my waist.
“I was thinking we should have two kids, a boy and a girl,” she says, a smile brightening her expression. A look I want to see on her forever.
“Oh?” I tip my head to the side as I regard her. “You do realize you can’t order them like that. Life has funny ways of not giving you what you want.”
“Did you want me?”
I think about how to word this, so she understands. “No. I didn’t want you, I needed you. Life didn’t give me what I wanted, which was a life alone, with a woman who just had to give me heirs. Instead, it gave me a woman I truly love who will bear my children and give me a family. Something I never realized I wanted.”
This time, Scarlett’s smile is so bright I’m blinded by her beauty. “Well, aren’t you just a poetic man when you need to be. A romantic if ever I saw one.” She taps my nose as she teases me, and her ass hits the desk before she can say anything more.
“I’ll show you romantic,” I growl, lowering my mouth to her neck, suckling on the silky flesh, biting down hard. I’ll leave a mark, and that makes me smile against her throat.
“Lycan—”
“Since you want two, I think we should start practicing now.” My hands are already at her thighs as I say this, and I’m about to teach my wife what happens when she wants romance.
32
Darius
One month later
Time is of the essence.
Since walking out of the Shaw manor, leaving Crimson Falls, I’ve settled into a newfound life. Yes, I’m still a biker. I still run the MC, but the anger that had plagued me for so long is gone. I talk to my brother almost every day and we’ve come to an agreement that if he needs men on his side, the club will be there.
With Kahn heading off soon to find Lorenzo, the bastard who took his sister, I promised I’d help. They had a decoy in Hawaii, thinking he was there, but it was nothing more than a ruse. Nothing angers me more than what happens in the underground. What people don’t see is the filth that infiltrates cities, walking amongst them. And generally, they’re dressed in designer suits.
I click on the email from Alex confirming the location of the bastard we’re looking for. He’s flown out of JFK and will be landing in Italy soon. When Kahn told me about this job, I asked him to let me help. And my blood is already at boiling point after reading the case files.
I don’t take shit from most people. But when I see criminals getting away with the vile acts that they do, it only spurs me on to do something about it. Since the law doesn’t give a shit, or they’re too stuck up their own asses to even find pieces of shit like this, I’ve taken it upon myself to walk in, kill, maim, and torture, until all of them have paid.
Scrolling through the details of my flight, I quickly send a text to Lycan, letting him know I won’t be there for Christmas. I’ll be in Europe, enjoying myself as I get messy with blood on my hands and some pretty ass Italian women on my dick. I know he’ll only chuckle at that because my brother wants me to find someone.
He hasn’t said it in so many words, but since he and Scarlett have started trying for kids, he’s become softer, less of the cold-hearted bastard I came to know. He’s still an asshole, but with her, he’s different.
It’s not that I don’t want a family. Or even a few kids running around. It’s just that I’m so lost to this world, the violence and torture, the revenge that I seek is no longer for my family, but to help those who can’t help themselves. I’m not sure I want to raise children in the club.