Chapter 41: Wolf.e: Chapter 40

“I can’t always be with you. I have to work. I have club business,” Gabriel says as he sits down beside me on the balcony that extends off his bedroom. He’s entering Kai, Mason, and a few of his men’s phone numbers into my phone. He wears only black sweatpants and I wear his t-shirt.

The muscles in his arm flex as he passes me a glass with a tawny liquor. I take a sip and it burns down my throat but I need it to withstand the chaos that is Gabriel Wolfe.

“I have to work too,” I say as I stare out at the shimmering lake beyond.

“No. You’ll stay here until we figure out what DOS’s plan of attack really is.”

“I most certainly will not stay hidden in this house while you come and go as you please.”

Gabriel takes a sip of his whiskey and swallows. I watch his throat work as he focuses on the lake.

“Fine. You can go to work. I’ll have a prospect sit outside.”

I start to laugh. “You’re going to make a poor guy sit there all day long?”

“Yes,” he says instantly.

“You’re crazy.”

“Also yes,” he says, no hint of a smirk.

Watching the bloodlust build in his eyes as it dripped onto my skin tells me he absolutely is, and yet here I sit, already wishing he was inside me again.

I take another sip.

“Aside from work, you’re here. I’m going to train you. You need to learn some self-defense. More importantly, you need to learn to shoot a gun.” He stands. “Walk with me… I’ll show you around.”

I swallow my bourbon and stand, curious to see the rest of the house.

We move through the bedroom. It’s stark and modern like the rest of what I’ve seen so far. His bed is iron and is even bigger than the bed at the clubhouse. I take in my surroundings as I move down the hall, finding what looks like one other bedroom on the second floor and a bathroom. I know there’s also one that connects to Gabriel’s room.

He leads me to the main floor I’ve already seen and keeps moving toward the stairs that lead below.

The basement isn’t really a basement. The same wrought iron railings lead down to a huge space. It’s wide open and French doors lead out to a covered patio overlooking the lake.

The entire floor is rubber matted. Mirrors line all of the back wall. It’s not so much the space as what’s in it. A large sparring area surrounded by workout equipment, weights, kettlebells, racks holding even more weights, a state of the art treadmill, a variety of punching bags in different sizes.

“Wow,” I breathe out. “This is… something. No wonder you look like… that,” I blurt out, and I don’t miss the side eyed smirk he gives me.

“You saw the shooting range outside?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“You’re going to learn to use that too.”

“I’ve never shot a gun. I have no intention of—”

“Of course you haven’t shot a gun, but this is the place you’re going to learn how to fight, little hummingbird. I meant what I said. I never want you to be afraid again, if you can fight me, you can fight anyone.”

I gulp and look around, feeling the daunting weight of what I know he’s going to put me through.

“Every minute you aren’t at work and I’m free, we’re here. You’re mine to mold. Get ready.”

“Awesome,” I bite out.

Gabriel walks by and smacks my panty clad ass and I try not to think about the way him molding me excites me.

“Let’s sleep. Training starts tomorrow.”