Page 96 of Wild Night
Mine.
Officially and legally.
She’s fucking beautiful. Her belly is bigger than it was on our wedding day three weeks ago. It’s amazing how her body has changed to accommodate our growing life. It’s fucking beautiful.My princess. My bride. My old lady. My wife. I can’t wait until our child is born, because I know she is going to be the best mother possible.
I don’t know how long I stand across the room watching my woman, but when someone moves up beside me, I don’t look away from her. I can’t. She mesmerizes me. Everything about her. She’s stunning as fuck.
“We need to have a little meeting in my office.”
“I don’t want to look away.”
Bullet chuckles. “I don’t either.”
My head turns to look at him, but his focus is not on me or on Posey. It’s on his wife and child. I get that now. When she came bounding into our lives, he hated her, and I wasn’t necessarily fond of Dakota, either. She was this person who just happened to be related to the man who was like a father to us all. Especially to Bullet.
Now he can’t keep his eyes off her, and I can’t keep my eyes off Dakota’s aunt. I shift my gaze back to my woman, Posey Bennett Whitaker, my whole fucking world. Every single part of it. I love her like I’ve never loved anyone or anything in my life.
I want to stare at her all day, every day. I know it sounds psychotic, but I don’t care. I fucking love this woman. Every fucking part of her. Slowly, I shift my attention over to Bullet again.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Office,” he grunts, then he walks away.
Reluctantly, I follow behind him. We make our way into his office, and I close the door behind me. I wonder if this is a work meeting or a club meeting. I head to the chair that’s across from Bullet’s desk, sink down in the cushion, cross my ankle over my knee, and wait.
“We got a problem,” Bullet mutters.
“With?” I ask when he doesn’t continue.
He shakes his head slowly, then he clears his throat, his eyes finding mine from across the room. I don’t know what the fuck he’s getting at, but I’m ready to get the fuck out of here and wrap my arms around my wife, so he better fucking hurry.
“The shipments from Hong Kong,” he murmurs.
So it’s a club issue, not a defense attorney issue. Interesting. I don’t typically get these brought to me. I’m not really part of this world as much as some are led to believe. I come to the meetings, I vote, but my real job is to be on call for whatever they need legally.
“Continue,” I murmur.
He clears his throat. “They’re fucking around with our shipments. They are trying to extort more money out of us because they know we’re not on the up and up.”
Great.
“They know there is no legal recourse,” I mutter.
“Exactly.”
Silence.
Pressing my lips together, I lean back in my chair, my head falling back as I stare at the ceiling. I don’t know how to fucking deal with foreign entities. I’m not someone who deals with contract law, and even if I did, I doubt that whatever contract Bullet has with these guys is legally binding.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Scare them,” he states.
Arching a brow, I clear my throat as I lean forward. I place my forearms on my thighs and clear my throat as I stare at him from across his large wooden desk, Shade’s desk. Inhaling a deep breath, I hold it for a moment, then I let it out slowly before I speak.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“They are fucking around. Throw some legal shit at them. I’m hoping that will be enough to get their shit in line. They want more money than we agreed on, and we aren’t paying that shit.”
