Page 42 of Wild Night

“You think I’m going to fuck a clubwhore?”

Piggy arches a brow but doesn’t speak immediately. “Brother,” he says, then laughs, “you know that’s what you were going to do.”

He’s right. It is. Well, mostly. “Is a blow job fucking?” I ask.

“To her, it will be.”

“You think I’m going to be monogamous?” I know damn well that when it comes to Posey, that’s exactly what I’ll be.

One hundred fucking percent hers.

And she’ll be mine.

That’s if I can get her ass back here… after I spank her for running away and doing something so fucking stupid. I’m goingto take my time spanking her, too. Every fucking square inch of her gorgeous ass. Her pussy, too.

All of her.

And then I’m going to fuck her so hard that she will never be able to run away from me again. Every fucking day until the day we die.

“Yeah, I fucking do,” Piggy states. “That girl is your Dakota. There’s no way around it. She’s fucking yours, and you are hers. Whatever the fuck she’s going through, she comes home, and you fucked some whore, how would that look?”

He’s right. I know Posey would be upset if I fucked one of the girls. She had a strong reaction to them and their purpose here at the clubhouse. So, instead of going into the clubhouse and getting completely lost inside of a woman in an effort to de-stress, I turn around and go home.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

POSEY

In my mind,Monty takes me away from Lucian and releases me immediately so I can live my life in peace. What he doesn’t do is tie Lucian’s wife, Ranae, up next to a wine barrel and then tell Lucian to let me go or he’ll kill her. Then he brings out a damn gun to prove his point.

Apparently, my mind is a much softer place because I did not imagine this is how it would go when Monty became part of the equation. I also did not ever read Monty correctly because never in my life would I have imagined he carried a gun on his person, let alone be part of some underground lifestyle.

What the hell is going on?

Thankfully, Monty answers my silent question almost immediately. “We have enough evidence that would send you to prison forever, and trust me, that’s the last place you want to be.”

“Why?” Lucian snorts, acting as if he knows more than everyone else in the room. What an absolute asshole.

Monty laughs again as if this is all just hilarious. I really wish he would just come out with everything already, or maybe thatLucian would let my freaking hair go so I can try to run away or something.

None of that happens.

Lucian’s fingers are still gripping my hair tightly, so forcefully that I would not be surprised if my scalp were bleeding. There is no using my running shoes right now, and I’m wondering if I put them on for no goddamn reason.

“Why?” Monty asks, definitely not expecting Lucian to answer before he continues. “Because when you’re in prison, everyone knows that you’re the federal pig that squealed.”

“And out of prison?” Lucian asks, his voice a bit tremblier than it was a few moments ago. He’s losing some of his bravado, and if he weren’t hurting me right now, I would gloat about that.

Monty leans forward, his gaze searching my own for just a moment before he chuckles and flicks his attention back up to Lucian and speaks. When he does, not just the words he says but the tone he uses is enough to scare the piss out of me, and I’m not even the one he’s talking to.

“Out of prison, you have to worry aboutme. Pick your fucking poison.”

“My wife?” Lucian asks.

He tilts his head to the side, his gaze searching Lucian’s silently for a beat before he speaks, and it’s the million-dollar question when he does.

“Which one?”

“Ranae,” Lucian growls. “I don’t give a fuck about thisbitch,” he states.

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