Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SABOTAGE

"So, we've got a plan then." Viking nods, glancing around at each of us.

We'd just finished finalizing a solid plan, and it was a damn good one. All we had to do was make sure it went off without any hiccups. The last thing we need is for something to go wrong, and we end up in more bloodshed than we intend. That more being the blood of one of us. None of us want to wind up dead, and I'm gonna see to it that they don't.

"Yeah," War grunts.

"It's solid," Ice agrees.

"Then midnight tonight, we'll head out," Viking confirms.

"Sounds good," I mutter and look at Pirate, who'd been quiet for the most part, other than when discussing plans. "You good?"

"I'm good," he grumbles. "Why you askin'?"

"Figured I'd ask." I shrug and glance briefly in War's direction.

Gianna had come in last night, evidently with Finnegan at her side, from what Hydra and Rock told me after I got in earlier with Ryann.

I return my attention to Pirate to see him narrowing his gaze.

"Don't even fuckin' start," he growls, slams the laptop shut, and addresses the room. "I'm gonna go catch some snooze for a bit."

I come to my feet at the same time as the others, following after Pirate. I don't know what's in his head, but I'm sure it's filled with Gianna.

In the main room, I scan through it, looking for my woman, but I don't see her. Nevaeh is sitting there with Gianna and Fawn. That damn cat of hers is in her lap. Or it was until Pirate plucks Gizmo up.

"Hey," Nevaeh shouts. "What do you think you're doing, Pirate? Gizmo is my cat."

"He's mine too." Pirate smirks as Gizmo nuzzles his neck. "Remember, I declared partial custody. I'll bring him back later."

"Pirate, you can't just take my cat and declare something," Nevaeh snaps, but Pirate's already walking away. She turns to her man and waves an arm in Pirate's direction. "Do something."

"What do you want me to do, baby?" he asks, chuckling.

"Get my Gizmo back for me," Nevaeh answers, planting her hands on her hips and giving Maverick a glare. "You know he's stealing my cat."

Maverick moves toward his woman, and I look to Gianna to see she's staring in the direction Pirate had gone. This will be interesting, especially when I glance over to War to see he's got his eye on his sister. Finnegan, who'd come with her, was also watching this with vague interest. I don't know what the two of them got going on between them, but I can see there's something there.

"You know where Ryann went off to?" I ask, my question directed at Gianna.

"She went to the kitchen. Said she was hungry and was going to fix food for everyone," Gianna answers.

I didn't know Ryann could cook. She'd never actually cooked here at the clubhouse.

"Ry's cooking?" The question passes Maverick's lips with more than a hint of excitement.

"That's what I said," Gianna states, rolling her eyes a bit. "Why? You going to get a hard-on for her food now?"

"Gianna," Nevaeh calls, somewhat pissy. "Lose the attitude."

"I don't have an attitude, Vaeh, but just asking a simple question." Gianna gets to her feet and, without another word, walks away. I wouldn't call it stomping because her feet didn't make any noise, but you could tell something was up with her.

"The hell was that about?" Maverick mutters.

"Don't mind her," Finnegan states, getting our attention. "She's been in a mood for the past few weeks." The way he says this, he's acting like it's normal for her to have these moods.

"You wanna liberate on that?" War demands are coming closer. Shyann is right behind him.

"Nope," Finnegan answers with a popping sound on the P. "You might be her brother, and I respect you and this club, but that doesn't mean my loyalty isn't to her and that I won't protect her. I also won't talk about her behind her back. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've calls to make." Pulling his phone from his pocket, he walked in the opposite direction than Gianna went, heading for the exit.

"I don't know if I like that guy or want to punch him in the face." War grunts.

"Gotta say I agree with you on that," I mutter and look to Maverick. "What's up with you asking about Ryann's cookin'?"

"Brother, you have no clue what you're in for. She's in the mood to cook. She fuckin' cooks. Damn woman can make shit that should taste good taste fan-fuckin-tastic," he explains, grinning.

"She's really good in the kitchen," Nevaeh agrees. "I'm not sure what she's making, but it's going to be good, I'm sure of it."

"Right." I leave them to it and head for the kitchen to see y what Ryann's working on. The fact she can cook isn't what surprises me or annoys me. Hell, I don't know what it is that's annoying me about this. Maybe it's just the simple fact I didn't know this about her.I get there's gonna be things I don't know, but we're going to get there. I'll learn shit about her, and she'll learn things about me.

What the issue is, is probably the fact Maverick knows these things about her, and I'm just now learning it. He's lived with her and Nevaeh. He's spent time with her when I was a dickhead ignoring her . . . avoiding her.

Fuck.

I push into the kitchen only to come to a halt just inside. Ryann wasn't cooking like they said she was in here doing. Well, she is, but she's not. Instead, I find her in a standoff with one of the torpedoes. Or as the ol' ladies call them . . . tor-pe-da-hoes.

"The fuck is going on here?" I demand, moving around the center island where Ryann has several areas stationed for different things. On the stove, she has a few pots with water, looking ready to start boiling at any given second.

Ryann doesn't bother looking at me when she answers. "It's nothing, Sabotage, just some skanky bitch thinking she can scare me off by telling me stories on how good you are with that cock of yours."

Fucking hell.

Stepping in behind Ryann, I wrap her up in my arms, pulling her flush to my front. "That so?" I ask, shooting a glare in Dreamboat's direction. "You wanna enlighten me on this as well?"

Dreamboat's face pales just the slightest amount, and she shakes her head as she whispers, "No."

"Good, then you can get the fuck out of here and keep my fuckin' name out of your mouth."

She doesn't wait around for me to lay into her further, nor does she make a peep as she rushes through the kitchen doors and disappears to the other side.

Ryann pulls out of my arms, not bothering to look at me as she goes about doing something at the stove.

"What're you making?" I ask, coming up behind her still.

"My spaghetti with homemade meatballs, a salad, and my pasta e fagioli," she answers, her voice terse and somewhat pissed.

"Sounds good," I tell her, reaching up to grip her upper arms. "You wanna tell me what's got you pissed?"

"I'm not pissed," she answers a bit too quickly.

"Bullshit, gorgeous. I can hear it in your voice."

"I told you I'm not pissed, Sabotage." The bite in her saying my name is definitely there.

"Don't lie to me, Ryann. Tell me what the fuck's got you pissed so we can talk about it."

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm just trying to fix dinner for everyone."

I pull her back slightly and turn her toward me.

"Sabotage, I'm doing something," she mutters, eyes coming to me.

"I see that," I tell her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "I'll let you get back to it after you talk to me."

"There's nothing?—"

Leaning in, I get in her face and interrupt her. "Ryann, stop bullshitting and get the shit that's pissing you off, off your chest."

"Fine, you want to know what's pissing me off? Here it is. I'm sick of those slutty, skanky twats who seem to think they have some claim on your cock and every other man's here. Like they get a damn say in who you or anyone else gets to sink your cocks into. I don't see them, the protruding parts, walking around with a hard-on, so they need to mind their own business and shut the fuck up about it because it's not them that needs to make that decision. It's you and every other man who has a cock. You decide where you want to stick it in. Not them and not me."

I open my mouth to give her a response, but she keeps going with her rant.

"And for the record, you might be able fuck whoever you want, that's fine and dandy, but if you're fucking me, there's no one else. I don't share. I'm not the sharing kind. So, if you think to fuck someone else, I'll have no other choice but to cause pain to your lower extremities, and you won't want me to do that. I don't want to have to do that. I like your cock just the way it is, but I won't let you?—"

There's no way I could let her finish that statement. Fuck, my cock doesn't know if it should shrivel up or become rock-hard. Instead of letting her keep talking, I tangle my fingers in her hair and slant my mouth over hers, shutting it for her. Using my other hand still around her waist, I pull her that much closer and let her feel just how much I want her.

She needs to know that she wouldn't ever have to worry about me wanting some other bitch. Not when I've got her in my bed . . . in my life. Fuck, I don't think anyone could compare to her.

I lower my hand down her ass and give it a squeeze as I break my mouth away from hers. "Gorgeous, swear to fuck, I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she demands, her voice a bit breathy.

"Means I don't know whether to spank your ass for thinking I'd want to fuck some other bitch when I've got you in my bed or fuck you until you understand just how much I want you and only you."

Ryann's lips part to say something when a throat clears, and we both look to the entrance to find both Viking and Ice standing there.

"Sorry to interrupt," Viking says, smirking. The fucker isn't sorry.

"What's up?" I ask, cocking a brow.

"Came in here to get Rocco a snack," he answers, glancing around and bringing his gaze to Ryann. "You cookin'?"

What the fuck is up with everyone being surprised she's cooking?

Is her food that damn good?

"Well, I'm trying to if everyone would leave me alone to do so," Ryann snaps and shoves out of my arms. Though, she only managed to do so because I let her. "I also made Rocco his favorites," she says, nodding to the fridge. "I did that first."

"You're gonna make that kid one happy little man." Viking grins and moves to the fridge to get whatever he's looking for that she made.

"Well, make sure he doesn't overeat. I'm making him his breadsticks."

"Damn right." Ice chuckles. "You need help, you know you got it."

"I don't need help," Ryann declines. "I just need everyone out of the kitchen so I can do my thing."

"Right, we're out," Viking says, closing the fridge with one hand and holding a container in the other. "Appreciate it, Ry."

"No problem." Ryann smiles and looks at me. "You going to leave now too?"

I move into her space and draw her body close once more. "I'll leave you to it, but only if you promise to stop being pissed at me. ‘Cause gotta tell you, gorgeous, the only woman's pussy I want is yours. I don't need to stick my cock in anyone else's. Let alone some, as you put it, slutty skanky twats."

"Good, then I don't have to worry about cutting any extremities off," Ryann mutters.

"Baby, you think about cutting any part of me off, and I'll have no choice but to turn you over my knee and spank your ass." Dipping my head down ‘til our noses touch, I finish with, "After that, I'd have to fuck you so hard you won't ever think about cutting anything from me again."

Kissing her, I let her go and turn, leaving her to do her thing. I've got shit I gotta do anyway to prepare for the night. The sooner we get tonight done, the sooner Ryann will never have to fear someone taking her ever again.