Page 13 of Wild Night

I smirk, knowing that he likely will not be answering shit while away on his fucking honeymoon. “You got Nathan taken care of while you’re away?”

“Briana is going to keep him. Lainey is second backup in case Briana needs to do something and can’t take him.”

Dipping my chin in a nod, I clear my throat. “Let me know if you need any help with that. I got Cidney at the office, so I can send her out to get Nathan at any time.”

Bullet curls his fingers around my shoulder before he gives me a gentle shake. “Thanks, brother. Focus on this shit. Get it figured out.”

“Will do.”

I say those words like a promise, knowing that I can’t promise a fucking thing. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to figure it out by the time he gets back, but I’m going to give it a good fucking try.

We leave Bullet’s office a few moments later and walk back into the bar area, where I see fucking Viking standing a little too close to Posey again. I’m not sure what his deal is with her, but I’m about to nip this shit in the fucking bud.

I may not claim Posey as my old lady now or ever, but I can make fucking sure that nobody else touches her, and that begins with Viking. Which I thought he already knew. Unless he’s just trying to get my goat, in which case he’s just being a dick.

Either way, I’m going to find the fuck out right now.

Instead of walking directly to the group, I stop a few feet away. Viking jerks his chin toward me with a grin.

I’m not amused.

Which only makes him actually fucking chuckle. I ball my hand into a fist. He clears his throat and walks toward me, stopping when he’s directly in front of me.

Viking is a big motherfucker and stands a few inches taller than my six-foot frame. But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t go toe-to-toe with him if need be. But I honestly don’t think this is going to get that far.

“Are you fucking with me?” I ask.

His lips twitch and curve up even more, then he lets out a laugh again. “I’m fucking with you, but you don’t want to jump on that… then it’s game fucking on.”

Game on. Funny.

“How about it’s hands off?”

Viking rocks back on his heels, his eyes fucking dancing as he looks at me. I am tempted to slap the goddamn look off his face. I don’t do that, though, even if I want to. Instead, I arch a brow and give him my own smirk.

“Hands off,” he says, lifting his hands in surrender.

“Hands off,” I repeat.

“You claiming that, then?”

Shifting my gaze from him to Posey, I take her in for a moment. Then slide my eyes back to meet his.

“Apparently, me taking her to a room last night wasn’t enough. Just so you know, she’s mine.”

And that is that.

Walking past him, I make my way toward Posey, trying to ignore Viking’s laughter behind me.

Asshole.

POSEY

Viking walks away, but I don’t look at where he’s going. He’s hot and funny and all of that, but he doesn’t make me nervous. He doesn’t give me butterflies. He doesn’t excite me the way Ivy does.

Ivy.

The man I’m trying to forget, and yet he’s right here again, acting as if he didn’t totally brush me off this morning. Dakota clears her throat, and I look over at her. I watch as her gaze flicks past me and starts to dance before she brings her attention back to meet mine.

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