Wolf (Devil's Fury MC 9), Harley Wylde [intellectual books to read TXT] 📗

would agree to bring a selection of rings to the compound. I’d started to worry I’d be ringless until the psycho who’d torn up the clinic could be caught.

“While we wait, why don’t we watch a movie?” Wolf suggested. “After you change. No one gets to see you in pajamas except me.”

I looked down at his shirt and wrinkled my nose. “It’s your shirt, Max. Not pajamas.”

“Well, if it’s mine, perhaps I should take it back.” He reached for the hem, tugging it up my thighs and I smacked his hand.

“Behave! We don’t have time for that.”

“Not now, but later.” He winked. “Definitely later.”

I got up and hurried to the bedroom to take a quick shower and dress. I didn’t know what the future would hold for us. The man who’d decided he wanted to hurt me could ruin everything. Snuff out my life before I’d really had a chance to live. Or I could have my happily-ever-after. For now, I’d take things one day at a time. It was hard to plan the future when you didn’t know if you’d have one.

Enough morbid thoughts, Glory. Wolf will keep you safe.

It would be hard for the asshole who wanted me dead to get anywhere near me if Wolf never left my side, and so far, he didn’t seem inclined to give me much space. I should have felt suffocated. Honestly, even though he’d known about the threat since yesterday, he hadn’t treated me differently. Ever since I’d agreed to be his, we’d been inseparable. His hovering and constant presence made me feel cared for. Loved, even. I didn’t know if Wolf would ever actually love me, but it was clear he felt some sort of affection for me. It would have to do. Either way, it was more than I’d ever hoped to have. Wolf had given me so much, and I refused to let someone take it away.

I’d fight. And I’d win. Because I wanted a few decades, or more, with Wolf by my side, and I’d do anything to make it happen.

Chapter Ten

Wolf

One week of wedded bliss and the universe decided today everything would go to hell. Bandit had lost the doc while she’d been at her practice. Someone had smuggled her out the back of the clinic with none of us the wiser. She’d been gone three hours and I could only imagine the horrors she’d already faced at the hands of the monster who had her. We hadn’t learned a damn thing about the fucker.

Wire had traced the plates on the car we’d seen leaving the scene after the clinic had been ripped apart. They’d come back stolen, which had left us with nothing. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t stupid. So far, he hadn’t made a single mistake, which made fear snake its way through me. If he got Glory, I didn’t know if I’d find her in time. Or at all.

We’d assumed it was the man who’d assaulted the patient at the clinic the night of the break-in. But after talking to her, we’d discovered her brother’s best friend had hurt her. He’d checked out, which meant we’d been chasing ghosts. I still thought it was whoever the other woman had been speaking to, but she’d vanished, and I had no fucking clue who’d been on the other end of that call. Had the victim been in the sights of another psycho without knowing it?

I strode through the clubhouse, hoping someone would have a lead on the doc. The club whores were out in force, at least six on the dance floor and another half dozen trying to get into the pants of my brothers. I knew everyone needed to blow off steam right now, but it pissed me off to see so many lounging around, drinking, and screwing the club pussy. A woman’s life was in danger, and my own woman would be next.

Bethany, a woman I’d fucked more than once, sauntered over. The intent in her eyes was clear for anyone to read, but I wasn’t in the mood. Even if I didn’t have a woman at home, I’d still have given her a pass tonight. Before she reached me, I held up a hand in hopes she’d get the hint and back off. Didn’t hurt it was the one sporting a wedding band. I’d opted for a black rubber one so I didn’t have to worry about catching on tools or weapons, and I’d bought Glory a platinum band with diamond chips scattered across it. It had taken some convincing before she’d relented on anything remotely sparkly.

“I bet I can make you smile, Wolf,” Bethany said, moving in closer.

“Not in the mood. Now or ever. Leave me the fuck alone.”

She frowned for a brief moment before plastering a smile on her face. “Not even for the best blowjob of your life?”

I snorted and kept walking. “Sorry, Bethany. You’re not good enough to claim that title.”

I heard her outraged shriek behind me and should have braced myself. Whatever she threw, hit the back of my knee and my leg buckled. I went down on the sticky floor, pain shooting through my stump and up through my knee and thigh. The noise around me came to a screeching halt.

“You fucking bitch,” I growled as I pushed myself to my feet and turned to face her. I saw the empty bottle of whiskey on the floor and knew that was what she’d thrown.

Bethany backed up a step as I advanced on her. I didn’t give her a chance to escape, closing my fingers around her throat and squeezing tight enough she knew I meant business.

“Wolf.” She clawed at my hand and arm, trying to free herself.

“You’re a convenience for the club, Bethany. Nothing more. A hole to fuck. A mouth that’s okay at sucking cock but not overly great. I told you to back the fuck off and leave me alone.” My hold on her tightened as I backed her to the