“That’s what I thought. So, Daddy Cakes…” I patted his cut. “You wanna stuff that attitude back into your ballsac of bullshit and adjust it?” I challenged.
His nostrils flared in irritation. “Sierra?”
“Yes, love of my life, whom I love with all my heart, despite his massive attitude problem?”
His lips twitched as I waited for him to come to his senses.
“Fuck it,” he breathed out. “I need a beer, maybe a hit, and whatever the fuck Wyatt’s makin’. I’m starved.”
“Good plan.”
He chuckled. “Unless you wanna grab food and hide up in our room and fuck?”
“As much as I love that idea, I kinda wanna hang with everyone tonight, if you’re good with that.” I waved my hand. “Show off our new status. That way, Tackle will be well-informed, as will our family.”
He grinned. “I fuckin’ love that.”
I clapped my hands. “Okay good.”
He pulled the door open. “Strut that ass on outta here, baby girl.”
“Right behind you, Daddy Cakes.”
He laughed as he grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the great room where we shared our news and basked in the congratulations of our family.
* * *
Wrath
I was out back grabbin’ a beer from one of the coolers when I heard a throat clear from behind me. I turned to find Tackle too close for my comfort and raised an eyebrow. “You need somethin’?”
“A minute, if you’ve got it.”
A minute with this asshat meant a minute away from Sierra, so did I have that? Technically, yes.
Did I want it? Fuck, no.
“What do you need?” I twisted the top off the bottle.
He crossed his arms. “Don’t have to tell you how special Jette is.”
I nodded. “True.”
“You gonna fuck with that?”
“Why the fuck would you think any o’ that’s any o’ your business?” I snapped.
“I’ve come to care for her, and you’ll come to find I’m not one who lets the people I care about get fucked with,” he said.
Tackle was a large man. He had a good three inches on me. But I was not one to back down from a fight. And a fight for the woman I loved was one I’d fight to my death… mine or his.
“You don’t know me,” I returned. “And you obviously don’t know her. We have a history that goesback years, and that means our bond is unbreakable. You try to fuck with that bond, you’ll find yourself in a world of hurt, brother, and believe me, she’ll be the second one in line deliverin’ it.”
“As long as you’re aware you’re on notice,” he said, quietly. Lethally.
“Oh, yeah? On notice about what, asshole?”
“You hurt her, you’re gonna not only answer to me, you’ll find yourself runnin’ from my club, and the fuckin’ FBI.”