Page 40 of Rage Untamed
“We can always push it further, I’m happy to wait for when you’re happy. If that means we wait until you get your body fixed to how you want it to be, then so be it. You’re already mine, this wedding was just for you.”
Oh my, how thoughtful of him. I’ve always used to dream about my wedding, before shit happened, of course. “Would you mind if we waited? I not only want to be happy in my skin, but I would love to plan something out actually.”
He lifts his head up, looking down at me. “No, I don’t mind. If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get.”
I smile at him, and his gaze softens a bit more than it already was and he leans up to kiss me. “Let’s get showered and find some food. Hopefully, those bitches out there are already working.”
They better be. Their job is to make sure they are up before the boys in the morning after a party and clean the place. Hungover or not. I follow Rage to the bathroom as he starts up his shower, this morning is the start of a new day, and I plan to relish in this. Because no one is going to fuck this up for me, not even Rage himself.
Chapter Thirty
Rage
It’s been a week offucking bliss with Jennifer and my kids around. Nothing has popped up for us. It’s calm, something I’m not used to. With this new truce we have with the Jacks Devils, even our businesses are thriving.
Jennifer recently hired a new manager for the strip club, but she still works when she can. The man she hired is good, so far. We’re still keeping an eye on him. His background came back clean, almost too clean, but for now, we’re all good.
I walk through the clubhouse and out the back, Wiz and Manic summoned me for some information, along with Hangman who is in front of me and opens the door.
“What’s this about, boys?” Hangman asks, with the amount of time Wiz and Manic spend together, alone out here, I’m almost positive those two have something going on.
“Take a seat, we have information on Jennifer’s parents.” Wiz pulls out the files he printed off and hands Hangman and I copies while he pulls up the files on his computer. “I printed everything out for you as well, just to have easier access to it.”
“Thanks,” I mumble flipping through it. “What the fuck?” I exclaim, seeing the second page.
“My thoughts exactly, seems Jennifer Butcher is Mafia royalty. Makes her parents death not so random after all. Her parents ran Chicago, bosses of the underworld. They thrived in life; the kids had everything they could possibly want. They didn’t live the high life, saving their money and only spending what they had to. They weren’t your typical mafia family.”
Will this change things for me? Fuck no. “What does this mean for her? Does she get money from her parents or something?”
“Nope, it’s been wiped out, found the source of the wipe out, turns out her brother accessed it the day he turned eighteen. It paid for all his activities including spending a good chunk of it on Jennifer’s body enhancements.”
That fucker. “Is there any left?”
“Actually, yes, two point four million is left in the account, but with his body not yet being found, Jennifer doesn’t have access to it.”
“Leak it, leak the location so Jennifer can access that money,” Hangman demands of the boys.
