He nods. “Certainly. Miss, it was a pleasure meeting you. Hopefully, our paths cross again soon.”
My brothers all stand, surrounding Evelynn in warning, a threat. He tries to school his reaction, but is too slow. I catch the flicker of fear. I can smell it on him.
“Silas, go offer Marcus and his assistant…” I pause.
Justin’s furious gaze snaps to mine while Silas fights back a smirk.
“Go offer them a drink. I shall be there in a minute.” Silas nods.
“Sure thing,” he says, leading them off.
As soon as they are out of sight, I move to her. Just as she’s setting her plate down on the table, I spin her around in my arms to face me.
“Jesus Christ!” she gasps.
“Eat. I won’t be long,” I murmur as I trail my lips along her neck. She exhales a slow, shuddering breath.
“I could have taken my food back to the room so that you could talk business,” she breathes.
“No,” I state firmly, lifting my gaze to hers.
“Is he a vampire, too?” she asks anxiously, looking over my shoulder.
“No,” I answer.
“Prez, I understand you feel like you can’t leave her, but it’s literally the other room. You don’t need a long goodbye,” Viktor sighs.
I pin him with a glare, about to tear him down, when Evelynn lets out a soft bubble of laughter.
“He has a point. Go do your thing. I’m just going to be eating my eggs.”
I reluctantly grunt, releasing her from my hold. “Clutch, Diesel, you both stay with her,” I order, and the rest follow me to the meeting.
“Who knew bikers would carry a fifty-year-old scotch?” Marcus grins, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.
“Okay, Marcus, I don’t want to be standing here talking to you. I’d rather be spending time with my woman. So, I will offer you fifty thousand for the guns, and twenty for the weed. Do we have a deal?” I ask.
“You aren’t interested in the coke? Fresh in, like nothing you’ve ever tried,” he counters.
“I don’t touch that shit. I’m only interested in weed and the guns. I have a contact who is waiting for my shipment. Do we have a deal?” I ask, my tone final, not willing to negotiate.
Marcus’s mouth curves up at the corner. “We have a deal. Maybe more of my clients should have women like yours. It would make doing business a lot more efficient.”
I move in a blur, wrapping my hand around his throat, pinning him up against the wall, his feet dangling off the ground. Silas and Talon move, blocking Justin from interfering. Marcus’s eyes are wide with fear and confusion.
“If we are to continue doing business, I suggest you leave mentioning my woman out of it. I don’t takekindly to anyone speaking about her, looking at her, or touching her,” I growl in warning.
“It was just a passing comment. I meant nothing by it,” he says, unable to keep the panic from his voice.
I lower him to his feet and release my hold, my furious, possessive rage pouring from my stare, never leaving him as he steps cautiously towards the door. Justin is beside him, hand poised on his gun as my brothers flank my sides.
“The guns and weed will be delivered in the usual spot, once payment is received,” he coughs, adjusting his tie around his neck.
“Funds will be deposited within the hour,” I answer firmly. “Pleasure doing business with you.” I nod as they exit the door. Marko and Talon follow behind them to make sure they don’t try anything stupid.
“You need to get a fucking handle on your goddamn emotions,” Silas chastises me.
“I know,” I say through gritted teeth. Every muscle in my body is strung so tight I feel like they could snap. The thought of him even looking at her pumped a molten possessive rage coursing through my body.
