Page 130 of Blue-Eyed Jacks
Speaking of, Kate was upstairs.I wanted her in my arms.I wanted to go to our borrowed showroom home and wake up with her.But there was one thing I needed to do before that happened.I found Bear in a circle of my men.They’d always be mine.I trusted them like no others.It helped that I had a hand in picking all of them.I sat down and leaned in to make a request.
“Bear?Do me a favor.”
“Anything, boss.”
Hell, that felt good.Boss.“Run razor wire under my balcony.Make sure it is sharp enough to cut a man’s hand off.”
“You’re not messing around, are you?”
Nope, I was dead serious.“Either that or tear the fucking thing off.I want it gone or protected before I take Kate and Zoe home.”
“I’ll do you one better.”
I was listening.
Bear explained.“Sprout set me up in the house next door.And Wolf said, now that you’re regional president, I’m officially on your detail.”
That was comforting, but also a concern.I motioned to my VP… my former VP.“Wolf?”
“Yeah, boss?”
“Bear still gets a cut here, right?”
Wolf nodded.
I exhaled in relief.I wanted no bad blood soaking the ground where my family would live.“Who’s taking Bear’s place?”
“We moved Griz to Sergeant, and Smoke’s an enforcer as of tomorrow’s vote.”
Those were good moves.I let him know that.“I knew you’d make a good president.”
Wolf opened and shut his mouth.Finally, he simply said, “Thanks.I learned from the best.”He used my shoulder as a crutch to stand, keeping the weight off his bum leg.
He was letting me see his weakness.“You good?”
“Will be when I get home.”His voice rumbled, laced with a quiet yearning.
I understood that.
He studied me.
“What?”I asked.
“Kate’s going to make one hell of an ol’ lady.I can tell.She’s got that… I don’t know.”He moved his hand in front of his face and chest.
“The word is command or compassion.Both are great qualities in a wife.”I kept my words quiet, hoping he’d understand I meant his wife no disrespect.Tits had command in spades.Compassion?Only if you were a blade, or shot bullets, or were Wolf.Everyone else could fuck right off.I respected that sentiment immensely.
Bear ruined the moment.“The only quality I want in a wife is sucking a mean dick.”
“Oh, you just cursed yourself, dude.”Sprout leaned on him, obviously drunk.Or faking it well enough that even I couldn’t tell.
Griz and Hollywood joined Team Bear.They rambled on about who gave the best blow jobs and what that entailed.Notably, Sketch was quiet.“You got insight, crazy man?”
His eyes, usually sharp and scary, weren’t.“Blow jobs aren’t everything.”He stood up to leave.I caught his arm.
“Is your ex still giving you shit?”
He slumped.“She wants to move to fucking Delaware.”
