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“Ahh, that’s the good stuff,” Trigger said.

Menace smiled around the cigar being held between his teeth. “The fuckers tried to talk me down, but I wasn’t budging. I know what these weapons are worth.”

Trigger chuckled. “Asshole tried to ask for a ‘cash discount’, and I told him he obviously didn’t know how money laundering worked. It didn’t matter how we were paid, it had to be cleaned through the businesses.”

“Yeah, but the cash is nice to have on hand. Like when we bought the Suburban,” I commented.

Trigger shrugged. “True. But fuck him and his discount.”

We didn’t exactly obtain our weapons legally, but it wasn’t like the ones we got them from were going to go to the pigs and tell them we’d stolen their already illegal guns. We simply cleaned them up a bit, filed off some serial numbers, and then sold them to reputable buyers. Well, reputable in our world, anyway.

“Is everything good to go for the ceremony tonight?” I asked.

“Yeah, I got with Cutter, he’s taking care of most of the food, but he is having some catered, I guess,” he said.

“I trust him,” I replied.

As we continued to puff our cigars, an email notification came in. I set the cigar down to smolder in the ashtray and pulled it up.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: (none)

I’ve backed off and given you plenty of time to get your ass back to MN. You took my son from me and I don’t take that shit lightly. Now, you’ve forced me to come get both of you. You won’t see us coming. We’ll just show up on your doorstep and drag your asses back. Violently.

I read the email aloud and Trigger cursed.

“I thought he was done with these threats. It’s been quiet. Why now?” Trigger snapped.

“I think he’s mental. Goes through phases, like when we were kids. I’m not worried. He shows up here, I can’t guarantee he’ll walk back out.” My jaw ticked as I looked at my cousin.

“Do what you need to do. The world would be better off without him.”

“He lays a hand or even an eyeball on my mate, I’ll put a bullet in his brain,” I growled.

“We won’t allow him to do that, boss,” Menace assured me.

I only nodded because I trusted him.

Menace stood and crushed out the cigar in the ashtray, “I’m gonna go back to the warehouse. I’ll see you tonight.”

“All right,” I replied.

I watched him leave and looked at my cousin. “I’m not kidding, Jake. I’ll kill that fucker. I left Minnesota so I wouldn’t, but I’ll go full psychotic scorched earth on him. I don’t care that he’s my uncle.”

“I hate him more than you do,” he replied with a shrug. “Do what you need to do.”

I picked up my cigar and let it smoke between my fingers. “He’s seriously delusional if he thinks he can best me or even you. Hell, I think Nera could probably take him. Stupid old man.”

Trigger snorted. “Oh, he knows he can’t. He’ll bring an arsenal and an army.”

My face darkened. “Then we’ll be ready for him,”

Rumble had been strung with lights, and flowers decorated the space. It looked nice and I know Nera and Charlie had a lot to do with it. I didn’t care what the place looked like. All I cared was that I was finally going to be married to my mate.

Officially, this was a mating ceremony. But it was just like a regular wedding. The vows would be a little different though. A werewolf was officiating the ceremony.

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