You could if you wanted since you are the head of the clan. Do you want to?"They don't call them loaded questions for nothing and the kicker was alway... just a few words. This one was 'Do you want to?' I was walking into a minefield and a simple misstep or wrong word could bring me close to blowing myself up. The clan rules would let me have them as my bitches and have children with them if I wanted.But my own thoughts were that I wanted more than just bitches having my children. I wanted mates. She drove home and walked inside. Everyone was fast asleep. She wanted the truth now more than ever. Not because he was lousy in bed. But if he had come up to New York more than he had told her, that made him a liar and a creep. She lay in bed thinking about what she should do. "Jordan! It's eleven, you going to sleep all day," her mom screamed up the stairs. Jordan woke up with a jolt. Had she slept half the day away? "I'm up," Jordan said down the stairs as she made her way to the bathroom.. His arm had only just kind of fallen asleep. After the first two years of their relationship was spent getting used to her snuggling up as close to his own body heat as possible, it was a rare situation. Her leg was also wrapped up around his own. Which made him quickly aware of not only his own raging boner but a bit of dampness between her bare legs. He smirked to himself. Claire always liked to fall asleep with that warm feeling in her belly. A wake up like this was more likely than he. The trail led her through a back gate into a brush-covered lot. Barbara pulled a small caliber automatic from her purse. Ken would have been surprised to see that she could fit something that big in it. Nonetheless she was prepared for an attacker if there was one.She found Jack about ten feet in from the back gate. She knew who it was even after two days in the summer heat. His throat had been slashed open. He had died on that spot. It looked like the murderer had then sliced him up. Jack's.