Munroe and Stanka: The Beginning (Shadow Wolves MC Book 3)

by Daniela Jackson

  “Wake up, princess. We have to go.”

  Her eyes meet mine. “Where are we going?”

  “To America.”

  Her fingers dig into my chest. “I will be a wife to you, I promise.”

  I take her wrist and kiss the back of her hand. “You’ve been my wife since the moment we met.”

  She chuckles. “Very romantic.”

  “I can be very romantic. Ye’ll see.” My forehead wrinkles. “Did that sick fuck—“

  “No. He didn’t touch me.”

  Relief washes over me. “Get up. We have to go.”

  I help her crawl out of the bed and put a jacket on. We leave the room and jump onto my bike and then shoot towards the port.

  A sense of peace fills my chest as we move slowly towards the deck among other people seeking a new life. Different dialects of English mingle with Dutch, Spanish, Polish, and other languages I can’t recognise. Sweat, excitement, and uncertainty surround us like a dense cloud. The screams of seagulls resound above our heads.

  It will be fun. Stanka shoots me a fierce glance, her fingers laced with mine. My princess has balls like a man. We’ll have a very interesting life together.

  The cabin allocated to us turns out to be a cramped cell with a narrow bed, but I don’t mind. My princess is with me and that’s all that matters to me.

  I only hope that she doesn’t suffer seasickness again as I have a lot of plans on how to use her body during our journey.

  Unfortunately, Stanka vomits like a sick cat the whole cruise. I focus on stealing as much money from the rich passengers as possible then, tiny amounts each time so there won’t be any trouble. We need to have some funds to start in America, after all.

  A week later, we step onto dry land and I check us in to a nice hotel.

  Chapter 13

  Munroe

  She ate, had a bath, then had a walk around the hotel and I’m still waiting for her to be my wife at last. I want to be gentle with her so I haven’t groped her yet, but my dick aches to fuck her tight cunt.

  “How are you, princess?” I ask as she pinches a silver curtain and looks through the window.

  “I’m fine, thank you.”

  “The bruise is almost invisible.”

  She touches her forehead with her fingertips. “Yes, it’s healing fast.”

  I clear my throat. “You said you wanted to be my wife.”

  She moves closer to me, her hands on my cheeks. “Yes, I want to be your wife.”

  I run the back of my hand up and down her cheek. “So strip and lie down on the bed with your legs folded and spread for me.”

  She rubs her chest against mine and purrs then moves back towards the bed, unbuttoning her blouse and unhooking her bra. Her breasts wave seductively like an invitation to squeeze them. What a delicious view.

  I strip and watch her remove the rest of her clothes. Her ass sways as she jumps onto the bed and lies down on her back, feet flat on the mattress, her folds pink, glistening.

  I crawl on top of her and her body trembles beneath mine. Goosebumps pop up all over her skin.

  “I’m going to take what’s mine,” I say and kiss her tenderly. “And I won’t be gentle. I want this moment to be burned into your memory so you’ll always remember that you belong to a tough man.”

  “I will be tough for you.”

  “I know.” I stroke her head. “Tell me to fuck you.”

  “Fuck me, Munroe.”

  “Tell me to fuck you hard.”

  “Fuck me hard, Munroe. I want it hard.”

  I growl from my throat and hold my cock, guiding it into her wet cunt. I enter her in one firm thrust, burying my whole length inside her.

  She clutches the sheets and digs her heels into the mattress, but her legs remain spread wide for me.

  Her hot cunt clamps around me, almost making me cum.

  “Sweet Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” I say through gritted teeth.

  Sweat pricks her forehead, pain sharpening her face.

  “I’m claiming you,” I say. “It has to hurt.”

  “I know.” Her chin trembles, but her eyes fill with fierceness. “Fuck me hard so I remember that I belong only to you.” A gasp follows her every word.

  I bury my face in her hair and start thrusting. Her body rocks beneath mine, whimpers leaving her sweet mouth as I grip her hip, deepening my thrusts. I’m a primal instinct, nothing more.

  “Tell me you love my cock.”

  “I love your cock, Munroe.” She gasps like there is no oxygen in the room. “I love it when you’re fucking me hard. I love you.”

  I lose my sense of control entirely. Darkness fills my whole being as I fuck her relentlessly. Her breath is ragged, her whimpers become hoarse, and her mouth is united with mine. I growl as my cock spills seed inside her. A violent orgasm surges through me, liberating, binding me to my woman forever. I push into her a few more times so my cum fills her entirely then collapse onto her.

  “I love you,” my woman whispers.

  I roll on my side and pull her to me. My cock is covered with her virginal blood. She groans as her back rests against my chest. My eyelids grow heavy. I want to fuck her again, but all the strain and uncertainty evaporate from me, leaving me feel weak like never before. Relieved. In need of a good rest.

  I drop off to sleep with my woman curling into my body. My wife curling into my body.

  Stanka

  His snoring shakes me out of my nap. I pat his nose then run my fingers along the scars on his cheek. I love them all. I love him.

  And I love his cock.

  Munroe lies on his back and I crawl on top of him, kissing his lips. It’s my turn to take what’s mine.

  He opens his eyes and strokes my head. “My princess wants more?”

  “More,” I say and kiss the angle of his unshaven jaw.

  His facial hair scratches my skin as I rub my cheek against his. His hand runs down my spine and I feel his hard cock touching my ass.

  “So, ride me, princess.” Munroe squeezes my ass cheek and growls from his throat.

  His hand travels to the back of my neck and he pulls me to him, latching his mouth on mine. His tongue explores me fiercely. I can’t breathe. My pussy clenches with need.

  I close my fingers around his cock and lift my hips, impaling myself onto his length. The pain claws me like before and I straighten, straddling Munroe’s hips, panting. His hand strokes my breast as my nipples harden.

  “Slowly, princess,” Munroe says, his dark hungry eyes locked on mine.

  So, I wait until my body accommodates his monster inside me. He is big and it burns like hell, like I have a heated pole inside me. Yet, I crave this sensation. The pain subsides and I put my palms at either side of Munroe’s head. His forehead wrinkles, his face dangerously alluring. I move my hips and make my man roll his eyes.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he says and huffs out. “Don’t stop.” His palms rest against my ass.

  Munroe

  If I were to die now, I’d die as a happy man.

  My woman moves up and down on my cock, her face sharp with pleasure, her breath heavy. Her erect nipples plead for me to touch them so I roll them, twist them, and pinch them, forcing gasps from her mouth.

  I knew having a young wife would do me good.

  Stanka stops moving and smiles at me. She’s smart, that little aristocrat of mine. She knows she owns me. I turn into mush each time her lips touch mine.

  She lowers her head and sucks my lower lip then grazes along my jaw line and nibbles on my earlobe. Her delicate fingers sink into my hair then trail lines along the scars on my chest.

  “You’re a dangerous man,” she says, but there is no fear in her voice, just pure hunger.

  “Yes, baby girl. You belong to this dangerous man.”

  Her channel clenches, sheaths my cock like a hot heaven. What else could a man desire?

  I glide my palms over her ass as her mouth searches for mine and her tongue wiggles against
mine. She’s a very quick learner, I must admit. Her elbows lock and she gazes at me like I’m everything to her.

  I grip her hips and tumble her on her back, her folded legs spread wide for me. I claim her mouth as my body slides against hers and my cock goes deeper into her tight cunt. She emits a loud moan and crosses her ankles on my back. I thrust into her deep and fast then stop moving. She groans her disappointment.

  “Say it,” I demand.

  “What, Munroe?”

  “You know what.”

  “I love you,” she whispers.

  “I want to hear you say it twice a day.”

  She nods, her lips parted, cheeks red. “I love your big stiff cock.”

  My inner animal growls with excitement. I move my hips against hers and fuck her relentlessly until her body trembles beneath mine and her sweet mouth lets out a scream of satisfaction.

  I pound into her hard. A wave of heat floods me, carrying me to my own peak.

  Aye, taking a young wife has been my best idea ever.

  I allow her to rest for a few minutes then I tumble her on all fours and drive my cock into her cunt from behind. And she really enjoys it. Her back arches as her knees spread and she folds her elbows, giving me a delicious view of her rear. My dick sliding in and out is all that I can focus on. I smack her ass and I ram into her until we both shatter in ecstasy.

  We stay in the hotel for three days, fucking almost all the time. Then we jump on my bike and travel to the nearest Catholic Church where I aim my gun at the old priest residing there and force him to pronounce us husband and wife. It’s not very romantic but I’m a man of my word so I want things to be right.

  My wife is so focused on getting my dick back inside her she forgets to scold me for that unromantic wedding.

  My mind fills with a sense of ultimate contentment as the most beautiful words in the world course through it-she is my wife, Stanka Natalia Holme, my little princess.

  Stanka

  We stand by the side of the lorry and my husband wraps his arms around me from behind. He strokes my pregnant belly and kisses my cheek.

  “What do you think, princess?”

  “I like it here.”

  The town we’re in is in the middle of nowhere. A ghosts’ place, one can tell. I feel like we’ve just accessed another realm or moved back in time.

  “I want to live here,” I say.

  “As you wish, my treasure.” Munroe holds my hand in his. “Let’s find a house for us then.”

  We move along the main road, passing the orange facades of historic buildings, then reach a square area with a fountain in the middle and notice a group of men. They are encircling another man kneeling with his nose bleeding.

  One of the men steps forward and kicks his abdomen. Munroe blocks me with his arm.

  “Don’t move,” he says and pulls forward.

  He elbows his way through the gathered people and leans over the kneeling man. I move closer to the men to have a better view of the scene inside the circle.

  Munroe

  The beaten man shoots me a fierce glance with his swollen eyes. Blood spurts from his nose, contaminating the sandy ground around him with thick ruby droplets.

  “What is going on?” I ask.

  “Can’t you see?” a man with brown hair snaps, stepping forward from the circle. “He’s yellow.”

  “So what?” I say as my eyes catch a glance of a boy who’s eight at most and probably of Japanese origins.

  “They killed our soldiers,” another man with blond hair says.

  “The war is over,” I say.

  I don’t think the beaten man was even on the battlefield. He was probably put into the internment camp.

  “Not for us,” a man with ginger hair says. He looks thirty whilst others look barely eighteen. “Get lost. It’s none of your fucking business.”

  I roll my sleeves. “You want to try me?”

  The ginger man sends me a wide grin, exposing his big teeth with a gap. “Never fought with a Scot.”

  The other men make room for us and we stand opposite each other. I bring my fists up to my chest and watch my opponent’s movements. I’ve survived a lot of street fights. I can manage.

  “I will teach you not to stick your nose into somebody else’s business,” the ginger says and sweeps his arm.

  I dodge his punch. “Is that all you can show me?”

  “Tony, show him,” the crowd murmurs.

  Tony narrows his eyes, rotates his body and slams his fist into the side of my chest. I inhale with a wheeze as a sharp pain braces my back. No fucking way. My pregnant woman is watching me.

  I’m a Scottish gangster. I know how to fight.

  I bounce on my knees, tilting my head to the right and to the left. Tony and I circle around each other like two predators.

  Tony sweeps his arm, but his fist goes past me, tearing through the air. I bend slightly forward and deliver a punch into his stomach. He sways as I fling my body to the side and kick his calves from behind, knocking him out. He falls with his face down. I pin him to the ground, twisting his arm up. The bone cracks as his animal-like wail announces the end of the fight.

  I rise to my feet, rubbing my palms against my thighs. “Who’s the leader here?”

  “Nobody, sir,” the blond man says.

  “Anyone wants to challenge me?” I say.

  The crowd murmurs something sounding like ‘no’.

  “So, now you have a leader,” I rasp.

  “Yes, sir,” all the men say with one voice.

  “Aye, sir,” I correct them.

  “Aye, sir,” they repeat like an echo.

  Stanka bursts into laughter.

  I help the Japanese man stand up and the boy falls into his arms. I suspect they’re a father and a son.

  “Munroe,” I say.

  “Kenshin,” the man introduces himself. “Haruka, my son.”

  The crowd disperses in all directions as two men grab Tony by the legs and arms and move him away from me. Only one teenager is still standing and watching me with a mixture of fear and admiration.

  “Who are you?” I ask.

  “They call me Ziggy, sir,” the boy says.

  “That’s a really funny name,” I say. “Ziggy. A really interesting name.”

  “Yes, sir,” Ziggy says and salutes me. “I mean, aye sir.”

  I like this town. People want to obey me here. I think I’m a born leader. A proper leader for this town.

  My woman looks at me like she knows my thoughts and lowers her head to hide her bright smile.

  “What?” I say.

  “Nothing,” Stanka says, turns back and laughs quietly.

  On our way here, she’s seen me fight and win each time so she stopped reacting nervously a long time ago.

  My hand jerks to the side and I squeeze her naughty ass. “Ye’ll be on all fours for me tonight, woman.”

  “I can’t wait,” she teases.

  Ziggy widens his eyes and stares at my wife as though she’s an angel.

  Chapter 14

  Stanka

  We move into a devastated house perched on the hill and offering a view over the entire town. A devastated garden and the wild remains of orchard surround it. Kenshin and the boys from town help my husband renovate the house while I’m busy preparing a room for my baby. The women of the town treat me with a cold politeness and shoot me suspicious glances each time I go shopping, but I don’t really care. My pregnant belly is my whole world.

  Two weeks later, I give birth to my sons. Yes, sons. I didn’t realise I was expecting twins.

  “Boulder and Blaze,” Munroe says as my babies rest in their cot.

  “Oh really?” I say as Kenshin’s wife, Etsuko, washes the body fluids away from my body after the long labour I endured. “And you will be who?”

  “Breaker,” Munroe says with pride.

  I stifle my laughter and try to remain serious. “So, I will be Bella.”

  Etsuko chuckles and s
trokes my head. “Rest.” She looks sternly at my husband. “Let her rest.” She nods several times. “Mr Breaker.”

  One of my babies wakes up, demanding food so Etsuko takes him out of the cot and lays him beside me. I offer him my breast. The baby sucks greedily and I hum a Slovakian song for him.

  “What are tien vlci?” Munroe asks with genuine interest.

  “Shadow Wolves,” I say. “They are fast, deadly, and adored by all the women of the world.”

  “Shadow Wolves, you’re saying, princess?” Munroe nods several times. “I like it. I really like it.”

  Munroe

  Thirteen years later

  I put my elbows on the table in our church, our office for business, as my eyes sweep over the boys.

  Ziggy spreads the papers in front of him and clears his throat. “A few issues, Prez.”

  I wave my hand for him to continue.

  “Sales are dropping,” Ziggy says. “We need to lower prices.”

  “Our moonshine is the best in the area,” I growl. “And the price is not too high.”

  “We have competition,” Ziggy says. “They produce shit and sell it at a laughable price. There were some cases of poisoning.”

  Tony Ruiz, the sheriff of our town, moves on his chair, as Grant, his son, shrinks into himself. The boy is eleven, two years younger than Boulder and Blaze, my sons. They’re sitting opposite Ziggy.

  “Whatever you decide,” Tony says, “I need to stay clean, Prez.”

  “As always,” I say and jut my chin towards Haruka. “Take Ace, Snake and Buzz.” Haruka nods at me, his face stripped of emotions. “Deliver the warning to those motherfuckers.” I don’t want any corpses left, but this is my kingdom and nobody is allowed to mess up with my club.

  The Shadow Wolves own the area and they will as long as I’m the president.

  Haruka’s coal-like eyes narrow, and he rises to his feet. He bows his head at me.

  His reserve and the predatory precision of his movements have always intrigued me, and pissed me off a little. I’m kind of clumsy compared to him. All my boys are. He’s slim and built of pure muscle, shorter than me, but fast like a cheetah.

  I’m Haruka’s president and he obeys my orders silently, but he’s a walking enigma and the best enforcer I could wish for my club.