Page 11 of Jace (Wolf Rider MC Daddies #2)

Jace

If I thought that I was going to get a good night’s sleep after taking the boy hard and deep, I should have known better. One phone call and it was back into the thick of it…

The night’s a fucking inferno.

The Wolf Rider clubhouse is a fortress under siege, the air thick with gunpowder and the roar of bikes.

The Iron Vipers came for us, just like their note warned, hitting hard with a dozen men, their cuts marked by the coiled snake that’s haunted my nightmares since this war started.

My brothers are fighting like hell—Tank’s a bulldozer, smashing through a Viper with a crowbar. Razor’s picking off targets from the roof, his rifle steady. I’m at the center, my Glock barking, my knife slick with blood, every move fueled by one thing… keeping Caleb safe.

The boy’s inside, behind the bar, where I told him to stay. But knowing he’s this close to the chaos twists my gut like a blade.

Worse, Crow is out there, his voice cutting through the gunfire, taunting.

“You can’t save him, Jace!” Crow shouts, and I see red, my rage a living thing.

But I’m done letting these bastards threaten my sweet boy.

Tonight, this ends for good. No more second chances, I don’t care if a hundred cops show up. Crow is going down.

I duck behind a stack of crates, reloading, my shoulder throbbing from the graze I took last fight.

Caleb patched me up, his hands steady despite his fear, and his voice— We do this together —is what’s keeping me sharp.

He’s not just my boy, he’s my partner, my reason, and I’ll burn the world down before I let the Vipers touch him.

I signal Tank, pointing toward the east fence where Crow’s rallying his men.

“Flank ‘em,” I mouth, and he nods, moving with a group of brothers including Arch and Razor. “Fast. Go!”

As I move, I spot Caleb through the window, crouched low, his eyes wide but fierce, and I know he’s holding it together for me.

I told him to stay put, but he’s got that fire, the kind that made him stand up to Tank, walk into this hell to find me. I love him so fucking much it hurts, and it’s that love driving me now, not just the club. This is something else entirely.

Crow’s making a push, his men breaching the fence, and I’m on him, sprinting through the chaos, my boots pounding gravel.

A Viper swings at me, his knife flashing, but I dodge, slamming my fist into his throat. He drops, gasping, and I keep moving, my eyes locked on Crow…

Crow’s tall, lean, with a scar across his cheek and a smirk that makes me want to blast him to hell. He raises his gun, but I’m faster, tackling him into the dirt, my knife at his throat.

“This is for him,” I growl, pressing the blade until blood beads. “You don’t touch what’s mine.”

Crow laughs, choking, his eyes wild.

“You think this ends with me?’ Crow shrieks. “You’re in too deep, Jace….”

I don’t hesitate.

I drive the knife home, his body going limp, and the fight drains out of the Vipers around us.

Their leader’s down, and my brothers close in, finishing the rest.

The gunfire slows, then stops, the night falling eerily quiet except for the crackle of a burning crate and the groan of wounded men.

We’ve won, but the cost is heavy—blood on the ground, brothers nursing wounds, the clubhouse scarred.

I stand, my chest heaving, and wipe my knife on my jeans, my eyes finding Caleb through the window. He’s safe. That’s all that matters.

I storm inside, ignoring the pain in my shoulder, and he’s on me in seconds, his arms around my neck, his body trembling but strong.

“Daddy,” Caleb cries, his voice breaking, and I hold him tight against me.

Caleb’s glasses are askew, his sweater streaked with dust, but he’s never been more beautiful, his fire burning through the fear.

“You’re okay,” I say, my voice rough, my hands cupping his face, checking him for any sign of hurt. “You stayed put. You did as Daddy told you to. Good boy.”

Caleb laughs and then kisses me, fierce and desperate, like he’s pouring all his fear and love into it.

I kiss him back, my hands possessive, guiding him, my Daddy Dom side grounding us both.

The clubhouse is still chaos—brothers shouting, tending wounds—but for this moment, it’s just us, our love a shield against the wreckage.

“I was so scared,” Caleb admits, pulling back, his eyes searching mine. “But I knew you’d come back. I knew you’d win. I knew you’d do it for us.”

“Always,” I say, meaning it, and I know it’s time.

I’ve been dancing on the edge too long, balancing the club and now Caleb when deep down I already knew something had to change.

I turn to Clay, who’s barking orders nearby, and pull him aside.

“I’m stepping back,” I say, my voice firm. “Protection runs, logistics, fine. But no more blood. I’ve got something bigger now.”

Clay studies me, then glances at Caleb, a rare smirk breaking his hard face.

“He’s worth it,” Clay says, clapping my shoulder. “I know how you feel. Don’t worry. We’ll work it out.”

I nod, relief hitting me like a wave, and turn back to Caleb, pulling him close.

“We’re getting out,” I say, my voice low, for him alone. “A place outside town, just us. You teach, I’ll run a bike shop, something legit. You with me?”

Caleb’s eyes shine, tears brimming but happy.

“All the way,” Caleb says, and it’s a vow, sealing us together. “I love you Daddy.”

“And I love you too, my darling little teacher boy,” I reply. “Now let’s grab a damn drink. I’ve worked up quite the thirst…”

“We can toast to the future,” Caleb giggles in delight.

And Caleb’s right, we can definitely toast to our future together. Clay’s approval means the world to me, and I know I can ride off into the sunset with my boy, still a Wolf Rider, but finally able to find some peace with the one I love…