Wolf.e: A Dark MC Romance
Wolf.e: Chapter 57

“They’re buried behind St Henry’s. Myself, Ax, and Kai put them in the ground.”

I look at my men, every one of them aside from Ax and Kai is fucking shell-shocked that Jake tried to do me in. Including me.

There was a good solid minute of silence when I played them the recording from Brinley’s phone. Smart little hummingbird. But I wouldn’t have needed it. My men would’ve believed me anyway. It took two hours for Rick to clean my cuts and stitch me up while the men worked to put the two traitors in the ground after we lit both their cuts on fire.

“Jake was like my brother. He let greed and envy cloud his judgement. From this point on it will be like he never existed,” I tell them.

“Amen, brother.” Kai knocks on the table.

I nod. “My only mistake was trusting him. I didn’t see it until it was too late and that’s my cross to bear.”

“We all trusted Jake,” Robby says.

No one is happy, aside from this choice Jake made, he’s been everyone’s brother for thirty years, but once this meeting is over, we’ll never talk about him again. He betrayed us and he got what he deserved. You don’t turn on your brothers.

“I have a meet set with Aiden Foxx.” I wait for the room to calm down with my announcement. “I plan to talk to him about patching over and I want to do it fast. While all this is still fresh.”

Their chatter ensues for a few seconds before I speak again.

“I’m only bringing two of you. The rooftop of Savannah Meadows. It’s crowded below, less chance of him trying to kill me,” I tell them.

I look around the room. “Ax, I need you to be my VP now if you’re ready to step up.”

“Of course,” he says, no hesitation.

“All in favor?” I ask.

I wait for the yay’s. When they come, it’s unanimous.

“And Kai, are you with me?” I ask, everyone understanding I want him to be my next Sgt at Arms.

“Hell yeah, brother, I’ve always got you,” Kai answers with a grin.

“Kai to change?” I ask, and they all say yay in agreement.

“Shelly will swap your patches. Mason, you can move to Enforcer.”

Once again everyone agrees.

I snap the gavel down and blow out a breath, glad rehashing that fucked up story is done.

“Now, outside of all that, there’s one more thing. I know this is new, me having an ol’ lady.”

“We love the little assassin,” Flipp says from his end and grins.

“Yeah, Brin is the one for you.” Mason says, his face expressionless but sure.

“You seem fuck, I’m just gonna say it kinda happy,” Kai says.

I blow out a breath and nod. “Yeah, she’s the one,” I agree, clearing my throat.

“All right. Fuck, boys,” I say, changing the deeper subject I’m still not used to talking about. “It’s been a day. Everyone grab a drink, a double. We’ve got a full house until this is settled. Ax, Kai, meet me in a half hour and we’ll leave. Everyone else—eat, drink, see Shell if you or anyone in your family needs anything.”

I make my way out of the room amidst the chatter, remembering as I pulled Jake’s cut from his bloody body this morning and cut his VP patch off before burning it in the outdoor fire pit at St. Henry’s. I know these boys will spend the night thinking about Jake and that’s okay. They know not to talk about it in front of anyone. All the families will know is that he’s a traitor, except my queen, because she was there and even if she wasn’t I’d tell her anyway.

The main hall is full of club members’ families. We had them all come here on lockdown for the next few nights until we can either patch over or kill every DOS member in Harmony.

Even through the crowd, I can spot her leaning against the bar talking to Layla, painted on jeans, tank top, her hair loose and wild, not a mark on her after what she endured this morning. Thank fuck.

I lean against the door frame of the Chapel for a minute and just watch her. I’ll never tire of looking at her. I remain there, just because I want to see her reaction and pull my phone out of the basket we dropped them in before chapel.

I watch as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket and reads my message.

Brinley rolls her eyes across the room and turns to face me just as Shelly pops up beside me. Instantly quelling my already thickening cock.

“You’re gonna marry that one, aren’t ya?” she asks, nudging me with her frail elbow.

“Me? Marriage?” I ask, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Come on, Shell, you know me,” I add.

“Yeah, I do.” She winks. “Got what you asked for.” Shelly hands me the cut I had made last week from Racine Leather Co. the finest shop in Savannah, and I hold it up and smile. The buttery black leather with the Hounds of Hell insignia in the center and the Property of Wolfe scroll under it is exactly what I wanted for her. On the front over her heart is her very own patch Wolfe’s Queen, and under it, a smaller patch that says Soldier of Bedlam. A patch she earned when she killed Jake and Marco, saving my life.

It’s perfect and it’s going to look hot as fuck on her.

“I also know you don’t look at women like that. Ever. I just want fair warning so I have plenty of time to help plan another wedding is all.” Shelly pats my back. “Both of you are down a mama,” she adds.

I pull her tighter into the side hug. Shelly is, in fact, the closest thing I have to a mother.

I kiss the top of her head then let her go. “Promise I’ll give you lots of time.”

“Lots of time for what?” Brinley asks, approaching us,

“To torment me with those fucking jeans,” I say, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her.

Shelly scampers off muttering something about us getting a room.

“What’s this?” Brinley asks when I back up, looking down to the fresh leather in my hand.

I hold it out, Brinley raises an eyebrow and motions to take it, but I don’t let it go just yet.

“It’s an announcement to everyone who looks your way that you’re mine, and if you put it on right now, you don’t take it off,” I tell her quietly so no one else can hear me. “And you wear it while I make every part of you mine.”

Brinley doesn’t even hesitate, she bites her bottom lip in a grin and reaches out to take it, then holds it up. I watch her, taking in the detail of the embroidery and the patches on the front.

Her eyes flick to mine in question as her finger runs over the Soldier patch.

“You took lives for the good of the club. You earned it,” I tell her. “And if I do my job right, you won’t have to do that ever again.”

She nods. I can see the question in her eyes before she asks, “You wear it as pride for who you’ve killed?”

I shake my head no. “We don’t wear that patch to boast, we wear it to remind ourselves that we’re bonded, that there’s nothing we wouldn’t do for each other. Nothing comes before this brotherhood. This family.” I watch as she takes what I say at face value and doesn’t question it, slinking one arm in and then the other. Her eyes stay on mine the whole time. It’s a perfect fit, and when she fluffs her hair and turns to look at me over one shoulder, I know this woman was meant for me.

“How do I look?” she asks, knowing full well I’m about to bend her over the table she’s standing in front of. Brinley Rose Beaumont looks like a future I didn’t know I was missing, and as my body begs to touch her, I feel the warmth only she can bring spread through me, filling me with the truth.

I grab Brinley by her hips and pull her to me, wanting her to understand as I whisper in her ear, “Like everything I never knew I wanted. Like you’re mine.”

“Just relax,” I tell Brinley ten minutes later as I spread her ass cheeks wide, willing my cock to stand down. I have to leave, I’m already almost late but my cock doesn’t understand that at the moment with her bent over in front of me wearing her cut.

I run my hand along the small of her back and I’ve never been so fucking desperate to take her.

“Never thought this was how I’d deal with a traumatic day. But what can I say, you keep things interesting,” she says over her shoulder.

I reach between her legs and play with her clit a little, sweeping my middle finger over it in slow circles as I use my other hand to pull out the medium-sized plug I put in her ass before we came to the clubhouse. She lets out a breathy moan as I do. I grab the largest sized plug next, coating it in lube and adding a little more over her ass for good measure.

“That one looks huge,” she observes with her eyes wide.

“Maybe,” I say, focused on how fucking good she looks like this, bent over my bathroom sink in my suite at the club.

“Wait until it’s my cock.” I smirk as I push the largest plug in a little, waiting for her body to adjust. I pull it out and recoat it in lube from her ass then push it back in,

“Breathe,” I remind her. She does as I finish slipping it in. The little pink jeweled heart is the only thing that hasn’t disappeared inside her and fuck, that’s a sight.

“It’s going to hurt,” Brinley says, turning toward me and taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

I adjust my solid cock as my phone dings in my pocket.

“Fuck, unless you want me to take your ass right here and now, you better stop looking at me like that,” I tell her.

She smirks. Little brat.

“Looking at you like what?” she asks, running a finger under the cleavage of her tank. “I’m sorry but the pressure, it feels kind of, um, good.”

My phone dings again and my cock throbs even more. Three more hours. Three more hours until I own every hole this woman possesses.