“Asshole is a dead man,” Gadget growls from behind me as we make our way across the bar.
I notice the closer we get to them that Jackson and Levi do the same, their faces masks of rage.
“Please don’t do this.” There’s pure fear in her voice as she begs the man holding her.
“But sweetheart, you’re to be my wife. I bought and paid a great amount for you. Now, since your father couldn’t contain you any longer, it’s time you come home, bréagán gnéis.”
What the fuck did he just say?
Did he just say what I think he did?
Asshole ain’t just a dead man, he’s about to meet his maker DRMC style. No one fucks with ours. And Jordan is mine.
Moving to where I’m standing directly behind Jordan, I growl, “I suggest you get your fuckin’ hands off my woman.”
The guy has the nerve to draw Jordan into his side as he smirks in my direction. With the way he has her pressed up against him, I want nothing more than to lunge at him to rip his hands off Jordan.
“Excuse me, I was having a conversation with my fiancée, so if you’ll be so kind as to leave, I’d appreciate it,” the fuckface says, though his eyes say something completely different. This man isn’t used to not getting things he wants.
Well, hate to break it to him but he’s not getting Jordan.
“Yeah I don’t think so,” I say. Tension is pouring off of me. “See she can’t be your fiancée when she’s married to me. Now let my wife go.” Jordan’s eyes widen at my words as she finally glances up to see that not only am I standing here but the club is as well.
“This true?” the dickhead asks, tilting his head down toward Jordan. Her eyes are filled with fear as she turns her gaze to him.
At her nod, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I hope she knows she just agreed to be my wife by the simple movement of her head.
Glancing toward Gadget, he nods at the unspoken question I’m asking him and he slinks back from the group to handle it. He knows what I want him to do.
“Well, this is unfortunate as Jordan here has been promised to me for a very long time. Name’s Kayne,” the asshole says like we’re merely standing here doing a business transition.
“Look, I don’t care what your name is or anything else about you. I do care that you have your hands on my wife. I’m not gonna say it again— let her go,” I seethe as I take a step forward. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Dragon do the same.
Kayne must have spotted it as well. “Don’t even think about it, Dagen,” he says, clicking his tongue in my direction.
“How the fuck do you know my name?” Dragon rasps, his voice lower than I’ve heard it in a long while.
Kayne chuckles as he takes another step back with Jordan in his arms.
What the fuck is with this dude not letting her go? He’s got one hell of a death wish, that’s for sure.
“I know quite a bit about you and Casey both. Where is that brother of yours? It’s been a long time since I saw the both of you. I believe the last time we were kids. Our families had business to attend to. It’s a shame your mam couldn’t have more children after you. She was a beauty.”
“I suggest you shut the hell up about my mother before I shove my gun down your throat and make you swallow a bullet,” Dragon growls, his fists clenched at his sides.
“I’d think twice about that.” Chuckling, Kayne takes another step backward. “Now, since my sweet bréagán gnéis decided to break the rules of the contract, she knows what’s to be expected.”
I don’t let my eyes shift to Jordan as I take in Kayne’s words.
“And what’s that?” I ask.
“Death,” Kayne grins.
“I think you need to let the girl go and leave before I blow your brains out.” The click of a hammer being drawn back is all that’s heard after that as Jackson stands behind Kayne holding a gun to his head.
“You don’t know who you’re messing with,” Kayne states, taking his time contemplating his next move. Finally, he slowly releases Jordan and shoves her in my direction. I immediately tuck her behind my back, though I keep one hand on her.
“Don’t think this is over.” With Kayne’s final words, he heads toward the exit with Mac following at a distance behind him.
No one says anything until he’s gone. Even then, the silence continues until Mac gets back. In his hand he’s holding a piece of paper he hands over to Gadget, who also rejoins us.
“What the fuck just happened?” Horse growls. He’s pissed and I don’t blame him. I want to know the same as he does.
“I’d like to know the answer to that question myself,” Twister seethes.
“I’m so sorry,” Jordan says as she steps around me. Tears flowing from her eyes. “I’ll just leave. You all don’t need to become part of this.”
I swear, my head is gonna explode before the night is over.
“You’re not going anywhere, Jordan,” Gadget states before I can open my mouth.
“But this is my problem,” she whispers.
“And if you got a problem, it becomes the club’s problem. You’re our sister as well as the ol’ lady and wife of a brother.” Gadget pulls her into him for a hug as he hands me the paper. Looking down at it, I see it’s a marriage certificate dated for today. Shit, he even got the seal put on it. Shaking my head, I don’t even want to know how he got the seal and judge’s signature within minutes of all this shit happening.
Then again, it’s a small fuckin’ town and Judge Stevens is a customer of Outlaw Racks. He seems to love the show the waitress’ put on for the patrons.
“No, I’m not,” Jordan denies.
Lifting the paper, I give her a shit-eating grin. “Yeah, Honey, you are. Told you before, you’re mine and now you’re not just my ol’ lady, you’re my wife.”
Jordan’s eyes widen as she glances down at the paper then back to me. Before she’s able to protest, I drag her into my arms and slam my mouth down on hers.
This is where I belong, and never again will I take off the way I did. My past is gonna stay just that, the past, though I’m sure I’ll end up telling this woman. Maybe then she’ll be willing to open up about all the shit swirling around her.
Who knew when I first met this meek little woman that she’d have such a storm brewing over her head? How she’s been able to stay standing is beyond me.
“Alright now, congrats are in order, but right this minute we need to discuss what the fuck happened here tonight.” Yeah, my Prez is more than pissed as this shit keeps piling up. We don’t even know where Jordan’s dad is and now we have yet another problem to deal with.
“I can answer that for you,” Jackson says from where he’d still been standing on the edge of our group. “You just met Kayne Bryne of the Raven family and he came to claim his bride to seal his alliance to another clan. Though I’m not sure which. You might want to ask Dean about this.”
“Wait a minute, are you talking like medieval times where the kings and queens signed away their daughters for alliances between kingdoms?” Hades asks.