“I can take her.” Dillon stepped up.
“No, she can drive. Jax said she did fine, and as long as she’s careful, there will be no problems,” Slade answered, glaring at Dillon.
“Yeah, but—” Dillon started again.
“And I said no, she can drive.” Slade’s eyes darkened. “You have a fucking hearing problem?”
“No,” Dillon snapped back, glaring at Slade. “I’m just trying to help.”
“Yeah, well don’t,” Slade warned. When Dillon started to open his mouth again, Slade took a step forward, his eyes deadly. “I said…don’t.” The deepening of Slade’s voice warned everyone in the room that shit was about to get real.
Sloan’s head was going back and forth between Slade and Dillon. “They seriously don’t pay me enough for this shit,” he sighed. “Next on the agenda is initiation. Wednesday is the start of your initiation. We will have a short meeting beforehand, which no one better be late for or I’m going to beat the hell out of you, so be on fucking time. I hope to hell you guys are ready for this.”
Steve, Adam, Jill and Dillon all voiced their readiness and each looked nervous as hell.
Sloan stood looking at Jill. “Have you fed?”
“Not in a while,” Jill answered honestly.
“You need to feed so make sure you do that before tomorrow night,” Sloan warned her. “I suggest you all feed before initiation.”
“Are there any donors…?” Jill looked embarrassed. “I still don’t have a donor.”
“I thought I told you to take care of that?” Sloan frowned down at her.
“You can feed from me,” Dillon replied with the innocence of a total idiot.
“Oh, hey…” Sid and Jared both stepped up next to Slade. Sid actually hooked his arm on Slade’s shoulder until Slade shrugged it off. “You’re on your own, kid.” Sid gave Dillon a sad look.
“No, she can’t fucking feed from you.” Slade’s eyes flashed black with a darkening red rim. “Neither can she have pizza with you, and you sure as hell cannot drive her anywhere.”
“What is wrong with you?” Jill frowned at Slade, then glanced at Sloan who was watching the scene closely.
Slade couldn’t help it; his control snapped and fuck it. He was done hiding his feelings and was ready to let any male within ten miles know that Jill was his before he killed someone.
“Everyone out!” Sloan yelled, and then leaned against his desk with his arms folded. “Except you three.” He indicated toward Slade, Jill and Dillon.
Once everyone was gone, Dillon spread his arms wide. “What did I do?”
“First off, I spent ten minutes sitting next to you in the bar listening to your remarks about Jill as she danced,” Slade growled, trying to get a grip on his raging anger. “And they are things I will not repeat.”
Dillon shrugged. “Hey, can I help it if she turned out to be hot.”
“Eww, Dillon.” Jill looked at him, shocked, before smacking him in the arm. “You’re like a brother to me.”
Dillon actually laughed. “Sorry, Jill, you’re gorgeous, but it’s cool.” He looked up at Slade. “I didn’t know you and the doc had a thing going. I mean, I wondered why you were glaring me to death, but it’s all good.”
“Now, you know.” Slade’s voice was deep with warning. He could see Jill’s eyes open wide in shock, but he didn’t look at her. “She is off limits.”
“I swear, I will only look at Jill as a sister.” Dillon tugged her hair. “See.”
“Ouch, you jerk.” Jill elbowed him in the stomach.
“Truce?” Dillon stuck out his hand toward Slade.
Slade took his hand in a strong grip and nodded, but his eyes gave the kid one last warning.
“Both of you get to the warehouse.” Sloan nodded toward the door.
Once Jill and Dillon were out the door, Sloan turned his attention to Slade and laughed.
“What the fuck is so funny?” Slade frowned, not finding anything about the situation humorous. When Sloan continued to laugh, Slade eyed him cautiously since Sloan rarely laughed. “What in the fuck is funny?”
“Oh, hell.” Sloan held his stomach. “I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time.”
“Well, glad you find the situation funny,” Slade grumbled, wondering if Sloan had finally lost it.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment.” Sloan laughed again, then cleared his throat. “And for it to happen because some kid gets a hard-on for Jill and I was here to witness you losing it.”
“Hey, you didn’t hear the shit he was saying when she was dancing.” Slade pointed toward the door. “And he’s no kid.”
“Yeah, probably nothing we haven’t said in our years of watching strippers,” Sloan grinned.
“Jill is not a stripper,” Slade hissed.