Chapter 43: Wolf.e: Chapter 42

“Where are we at?” I ask at Chapel the next night.

“I think I have something,” Jake says. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

I nod, letting him know he has the floor.

“At the Glen Eden rally, there will be a lot of HOH members there. We wanna patch DOS over, right? That’s still the plan?”

I nod. “I don’t want to kill them all, some of them will be useful. Only their piece of shit president and probably their VP, just because he’ll be gunning for us if we don’t take him out. It should be an easy patch over after that. We’ll take a page from their books if we have to, but their kids are off limits.” I turn to Kai.

“I think the rally will be the perfect place to talk to Otis about helping us,” Jake says, mentioning the president of our sister club the Titans.

“I agree. You get everything on them?” I ask Kai. He understands I mean the DOS members.

‘I’m working on it. But yeah.”

“Good. I say we take out their clubhouse,” I tell the table. “Can we get some ANFO?” I ask Jake. If anyone knows how we can get our hands on enough ammonium nitrate and fuel oil to take the building down, it’s him. “I don’t want C4. Don’t want to risk any damage to any of the buildings around the club house. It’s in a populated part of Savannah, we’ll do it in the middle of the night, and we’ll scope it for a few weeks to make sure there are no surprises.”

He nods. “Easily. I know just the guy.”

“Okay, we’ll start scoping them. I wanna know everything these fuckers are going to do over the next month. We can’t be too quick; they’ll expect a fast retaliation. We have to be smart.” I look at each one of my men. “Smarter than them, got it? Then we take their building down, take out their piece of shit president. Cut their Achilles heel.”

They all nod.

“Good.”

“What are you doin’ with Brinley?” Ax asks me. “Lay wants to see her.” He shrugs. “She’s pissed that she’s basically gonna be on house arrest until this shit is over.”

I know Ax has told Layla she’s only clear to go to the wellness center, where she works as a massage therapist, and home again if she has an escort or she’s with him. All the girls will be in the same boat. We can’t take any chances.

“Brinley’s at my house,” I tell him. Every eye in the room lands on me as I say it. I look back at all of them, one at a time.

“Your house?” Kai smirks.

“I know what you’re all thinking. I’m keeping her there. I won’t discuss it.”

Jake chuckles, and the rest of the table nods.

“How do we all feel about Pres connecting with his human side?” Kai asks the table.

They all start hooting and pounding the table in response.

Ax pats me on the shoulder. “Welcome to the dark side, man.”

“Fuck off,” I grunt.

“We’ll protect her like we do you, boss,” Ax says seriously.

I nod and snap the gavel down, smirking back at them.

When I’m done with her, she’ll be able to protect them.

“The first part of self-defense is always knowing more than your attacker,” I tell Brinley two hours later.

We’re in the gym after a difficult hour at the shooting range where Brinley effectively missed every single target. I expected that. It took me forty minutes to get her to even pull the goddamn trigger.

What I didn’t expect was the darkness that lives in this woman runs deeper than I thought. When she finally did fire, all I could do was stand back and watch.

Brinley didn’t stop until the fucking mag was empty. Then she turned to me, chest heaving, determination lining her face and demanded, “Again.”

I’m not going to say it was easy for me to see her like that—hair back in a ponytail, hearing protection on, that concentrated look on her face, her plush lip between her teeth as she took her shots over and over. It took everything in me to remind myself we had a job to do.

I could fuck her later.

I keep reminding myself of that now, as Brinley stands before me, after a thirty-minute weight training session where she did surprisingly better than the gun range. She’s already strong from daily yoga. Now she’s only going to get stronger. I simply can’t be with her every second, and knowing she can protect herself will give me the tiny semblance of peace that I never got with my mother.

“You won’t see them coming. Time is never on your side, so you need to start focusing on being hyper aware in every situation,” I tell Brinley as I push her shoulder, probably a little harder than I should. “Could be something as simple as someone shoving you.”

Her mouth pops open in surprise as I push her again. “Nine times out of ten, your attacker will come at you from behind like this.” I spin her around roughly and grab hold, reminding myself as I ease up a little that she isn’t a soldier yet.

Her ass presses up against my cock, she shifts herself to try to break free and presses into me a little more. If it’s on purpose I’m fucking proud of her because it would distract any man.

For the first time maybe ever, I have to force myself to focus as I wrap an arm around her neck tighter. She starts clawing at me.

“You can claw but it’s not very effective,” I tell her, knowing she’s struggling to breathe, but I don’t let go. She needs to know what it feels like so if it really happens, she isn’t afraid.

“You need to be smarter than your attacker. Strategic, waiting that extra second to calculate could and will save your life.”

I let go and she inhales deeply. Leaning down to rest her elbows on her thighs as her breath returns.

“You son of a…” She lunges at me, smacking at me for taking her breath. She’s not helping me contain the urge to fuck her.

I grip her throat to calm her down and tsk at her. “The smart little mouth doesn’t mean you’re thinking smarter,” I tell her.

“I couldn’t breathe,” she says, still a little out of breath.

“I know. And you better get used to it. I’ll be choking you out every day until you can break my hold.”

I pull a step stool from the wall into the center of the room, it will give her enough of a height advantage to wrap her arm around my neck. I grab a still scowling Brinley around the waist and hoist her up onto it before she can complain, then I turn so her front is to my back. I grab one of her arms and pull it around my neck, she grips tight and yanks on me, hard. I chuckle.

“Christ. Calm down,” I tell her. “You’ll get more chances to beat the shit outta me while you’re learning.”

“Well, there’s that to look forward to,” Brinley grunts out, still trying to keep her grip on me and failing. I grip her hand and pull it forward; she yelps with the pain.

This gets her attention.

“You’re my attacker,” I tell her as I wrap her arm back around my neck.

“The first thing I’m going to do is lower my chin. It’s much harder to get in and to choke me if my chin is down.” I tap her other arm.

“Now, lock your hands around my neck.”

She does and gets a damn firm grip too, but not firm enough to actually do any damage.

We run through this a few times until she seems to get it.

I turn and face her. She’s still on the stool, almost reaching my height. I kiss her lips once, and she scowls. I tilt her head, I can’t help myself, and I run my tongue from her collarbone to her jaw, satiating myself until this training is done. She shudders as I lift her off the stool and place her before me, spinning her quickly so her back is to my front.

I wrap my arm firmly around her throat, explaining to her step by step how to break my hold. After a few tries, she does it.

“Attagirl… next, you’re gonna step to the side and use your hand to swing backward. Aim for the groin.”

Brinley does it, but I move in time for her to miss me.

We practice the motions thoroughly for a while until I’m satisfied with her progress and the sun has sunk in the sky outside. I take a few hard shots to the balls and Brinley seems to think it’s funny as all hell. She’s definitely getting punished for that later.

“I need water,” Brinley pants.

I remind myself that she doesn’t do this every day the way I do. I release the hold I have on her and send her for water, watching the way her chest heaves as she walks. Her blue yoga pants cling to her juicy fucking ass and somehow make it look even better than the perfection it always is. The little matching top might as well be a bra, one that’s earning its money by holding those full tits up. A veil of sweat covers her and amplifies her sweet scent. Her hair is damp, her neck, her arms… every part of her glistens and fuck, all I want to do is lick every inch of her clean. I smirk as I watch her chug down half the bottle of water and then wipe her brow. I’m realizing there’s a way to train her and get what I want. She turns to face me.

“What now? A hundred push ups? Some burpees?” Brinley asks, putting her hand on her hip, her chest still rising heavy.

She sets the water down, the look on my face must tell her that I’m about to challenge her.

Brinley doesn’t move, just cocks her head to the side and stands there watching me, breathing deeply. I turn from her and move toward the patio door that faces my yard and the woods. I unlock it and swing it wide open.

Turning back to her, I stretch my hands out in front of me, fingers intertwined and pushing outward until they crack. Her eyes move over me trying to figure out what I’m doing, and I can almost sense her pussy getting wet from here.

I begin to stalk toward her slowly, reaching back to pull my shirt from my body as I go. When I reach the halfway point between us I stop and smirk at her.

I fucking love hunting her.

“Your attacker is coming, so move quickly, little hummingbird. Run.”