Page 19 of Reign (Kings of Chaos & Mayhem #8)

Jade

Bikers & Surprises

Three months later…

As we drive down the winding snow-covered roads, I look out the window, taking in the scenery.

I love when it snows, which makes me think of something I want to buy.

Turning to Dario, I smile, which makes him raise a brow at me, but it's Jamie who speaks up first. “What is it, Princess? You have that look on your face,” he says, and I laugh, rolling my eyes, looking at him over my shoulder.

“What look is that?” I smirk, and he shakes his head.

“The look of I want something and we don’t have a choice in the matter,” Spade adds, and I laugh.

“That would be correct,” I say, but I look at Dario, running my nail down his strong jawline.

“Spill it, Kitten. What do you want?” he growls.

“Can we buy snowmobiles?” I ask, and they all laugh. What the fuck? “Why are you all laughing at me?” I pout, folding my arms over my chest.

“Because I don’t know why you ask. You have more money than God. If you want snowmobiles, go buy them. We would never tell you no, Babygirl.” Spade laughs.

“Yes, I’m well aware, but I don’t know. I just like making you guys aware of my wants and needs,” I say, and Jamie growls, taking my words and spinning them into something dirty in his head.

He’s been doing so much better lately. Keeping busy at Callaghan Enterprises—hating it—but he’s also been in the lab working on the drugs he made.

Ever since his mental break, he’s been a little calmer and more attentive than normal, which is nice to see.

He’s been spending a lot of time with Hazel.

I think a part of him feels guilty for Haven, so he’s trying to make up for the things that were out of his control.

“I’m stopping at the next gas station to gas up since someone was too busy last night to take care of this shit before we left,” Dario growls, eyeing Spade through the rearview mirror.

“It’s fine, I want a snack and a drink for the rest of this trip anyway,” I tell him, and he nods as Spade laughs behind me.

“You’re lucky,” Dario murmurs, and I can’t help but shake my head and look back out the window as we drive.

I’m so glad Ophelia agreed to be our live-in nanny because we wouldn’t have been able to get away for the weekend if she had said no.

It’s been pretty quiet these past couple of months as we all have gotten into the swing of things with the kids and balancing life outside of the home.

It’s actually been great, and I couldn't have chosen better men to share this life with.

Today, they whisked me away to finally show me the compound.

I’ve only been begging for months to see it, but Dario insisted it wasn’t ready yet, so to say I’m excited as fuck to relax with my men, preferably naked the entire time, is an understatement.

Luckily, the compound isn’t too far from the house, so if an emergency arises, we can be back rather quickly.

Plus, the fortress is safe between Ryder hanging back with Ophelia, along with some of my soldiers I had sent over from Ireland.

We said we needed more security, so I made it happen in-house.

In just a few months, I’m officially taking over as queen.

I’ve been the queen for a while now, but we are having the official ceremony, and my father is stepping down and handing me the dagger.

Am I nervous as fuck? Yes. Am I going to kill it as the ruler of the IRA?

Absolutely. I can’t wait to bring a certain someone to their knees.

We pull into the gas station, and I look back at the guys.

“Anyone want anything?” I ask, and they all shake their heads.

I grab my card and hop out, fixing my thigh high leather boots and black fur coat, whipping my long black hair over my shoulder and out of my face, which is of no use as the wind just blows it back to where it was.

I huff, walking across the lot and into the store.

The door rings as I enter, and the lady at the register smiles at me.

I give her a nod of my own as I head down the aisle for a drink.

Grabbing a Dr. Pepper and Reese’s Sticks, I wait in line to pay for my items. The low growls of bikes has my head turning to look outside and I see about five young guys pull up next to the G-Wagon.

I smirk because this will be interesting.

I pay for my things and step outside into the frigid air.

Walking towards my truck, whistles echo through the lot and I grin.

“Hey, Little Mama,” one says as another cat calls me.

“Yo, shorty, want some power between those sexy legs,” he asks, licking his lips, and I raise a brow, glancing over at my truck.

The windows slowly roll down as Dario and Jamie stick their heads out, each pointing a gun at the guys while Spade hauls his whole body out of the opposite side of my truck to aim over the top with his own gun.

I laugh and look back at the guys on the bikes.

“Umm–” but another interrupts me and walks into my space. The metallic clicks of guns cocking and the sound of the doors opening has the guy taking a step back.

“You’ve got the wrong female today, boys. Better luck next time.” I laugh, walking past them. They all have a look of fear in their eyes as they hold their hands up in surrender.

My men don’t say a word or move an inch until I’m safely back in the truck, opening my bottle of soda. Dario and Jamie put their pieces away and get back inside, then Dario puts the G-Wagon in drive and pulls out of the gas station.

“Jesus, you are all cavemen!” I laugh but they don’t. “Would you guys lighten up? They’re just young boys with no experience talking to girls. You were all there at one point,” I say, and Spade laughs.

“I’ve always been smooth, Babygirl.” he says, and I shake my head. Reaching over, I grab Dario’s hand and look over at Jamie who is staring at me like I’m going to vanish.

“Calm down, Jamie. It’s alright,” I try to assure him but he growls.

“I don’t like the way he spoke to you. D, turn around. I’d like a word with him,” he commands, and I look at Dario and shake my head.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I say but he smirks, pulling a bitch and heading back to the gas station.

“I swear to God. Have you all lost your damn minds?” I ask, but they don’t say shit. We just pull back into the parking lot, blocking in the guys on the bikes. Jamie is the first to hop out before Dario can even put my damn truck in park.

“Spade, fucking stop them. Jesus Christ," I whine, and he laughs.

“Not a chance, Little Wifey. Sit tight while the men take care of business,” he says, hopping out behind Rio.

I lean over the console, rolling down the window to listen because I'm a nosy bitch. Jamie grabs the guy that stepped into my space by the collar, pressing him against the pump as Dario and Spade have their guns to the other twos’ heads, leaving the rest standing there dumbfounded.

“You owe my wife an apology, shit stain. Don’t ever talk to a female like that again, especially one of her stature,” Jamie spits.

“Little Mama, is that what you called my wife?” Dario growls, and all their brows hit their heads. I cover my mouth with my hand, hiding my laughter. My men are such children, it's ridiculous.

“Who calls a woman that looks like her “Shorty.” Fucking lame, dude,” Spade mocks as Jamie drags the guy over to my window by the back of his neck. Rolling it down, I raise a brow.

“Now, look at my gorgeous and sexy fucking wife and apologize for being a scumbag,” he growls.

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am,” he says, and I nod, rolling my eyes at my husband.

He releases the guy, throwing him to the concrete then cups my face, kissing me.

I moan into his mouth and bite his bottom lip, making him growl.

He pulls away and gets back in the truck.

Dario and Spade say some shit I can’t quite hear before they both get back into the truck. I turn to look at Jamie with a smile.

“Feel better now?” I ask, and he nods.

“Yes, now let’s get out of here before the fucking cops show up,” he orders, and we whip it out of the lot and get back onto the road.

“Like I said, fucking cavemen.” I laugh, shaking my head before leaning it against the window and shutting my eyes for a bit. Listening to their low chatter puts me to sleep.

A soft nudge to my shoulder wakes me up and I peel my eyes open to see the gates opening to the compound.

I sit up and take a good look at what we will be calling our new home soon.

We pull through the metal gates and I notice the big ‘R’ in the center of both and it brings a smile to my face as we drive down the long driveway lined with tall, perfectly manicured trees until we round a huge circular fountain and pull into the garage.

“Are you ready to see the inside, Kitten?” Rio asks, looking at me with an excited glint in his eyes. I nod, getting out of the truck.

“Holy shit, Ri. This is dope as fuck. We can fit all of our cars and bikes in here,” Spade says with such excitement it has me smiling.

“Yeah, we can. The door over to the left is for you, Jameson,” Rio says as Jamie’s eyes light up.

“Workroom?” he asks, and Rio nods.

“Yep, equipped with everything you need,” he says, then points to the right.

“Behind that door is another part of the basement we can use for torture.” He smirks, and a grin spreads across my face.

“The other door takes us through the kitchen quarters where the staff will make our meals and all that,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.

He opens the door and shows us where the staff will live, along with the kitchen and dining room.

There’s an office for me and him to use along with a sitting room, a huge foyer, and a living room.

He gives us a tour of everything, and I’m grateful for no stairs.

Everything is on one level. The kids each have their own bedroom and bathroom along with a playroom that eventually can be converted into an entertainment room for them to hang out with their friends.

We have a ballroom for entertaining guests along with four spare rooms, one of which will be Ryder’s.

There’s also another living room with a fireplace and theater seating. Damn he really thought of everything.

“Okay, Kitten, we have a little surprise for you. Close your eyes,” Rio says as something is placed over my eyes while someone steers me where I need to go.

I hear doors open and the smell of fresh flowers hit my nostrils.

A soft kiss is placed against my cheek before the warm hands leave my hips as they all shuffle around me.

“Can I take this blindfold off now?” I ask, and someone clears their throat.

“Take it off, Princess,” Jamie orders, and I remove the fabric from my eyes and gasp as tears fall from my eyes. My heart bursts in my chest, and I swallow thickly.

Holy fucking shit!