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Grim reached for his son, tucking him close to his side with one arm. Creed reached over and tickled his beard.

“He’s sleeping with us the rest of the night.”

A dark brow arched in curiosity, but Grim nodded. “Alright, little man. Sleepover time.” He lifted his fist, and Creed bumped it.

The rest of the night passed without incident.

In the morning, after breakfast, Grim asked me what happened.

“Babe. Did Creed have a nightmare last night?”

“No, but I heard him talking to someone. No one was in the room, Dex.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“That’s strange.”

“Not as strange as the noise I heard.” I described the sound, shivering as goose bumps rose on my arms. “It was scary but also weirdly familiar. I don’t know.”

“Hmm. I’ll check into it. See if I can find out what’s going on. Maybe the monitor is picking up someone else’s conversation. It happens.”

“But the growl?”

“Yeah, I don’t know about that one.” He narrowed his eyes. “I’ll make sure it isn’t Rael.”

Poor Rael. If anything odd happened, he got blamed first. To be fair, he was often the culprit.

“Let me know what you find out.”

He was already in church when I realized I had never mentioned the stranger outside the play area. I kept forgetting to say something, distracted by Faith’s visit and my son’s endless energy. Being out of routine shuffled everything into a mess. Isaw less of Grim with all the activities we planned with the kids. But the more I thought about it, the more I dismissed the whole incident as paranoia.

I lived with the Grim Reaper. Nothing was going to hurt my family.

Chapter 7 Grim

“Well? See anything?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

Rael shook his head. Mammoth sighed.

“Anyone? Any Scorpions MC members?”

“I walked through all of their compounds,” Wraith informed me. “It’s a ghost town. They’re all abandoned.”

Then that was it. They were gone.

“Fuck,” I breathed out, releasing the tension in my shoulders. “Good.”

We must have felt residual evil from Razr’s presence, like phantom limb pain. It made sense. Time would erase the stain of the BSMC in Nevada.

I stood, picking up the gavel and banging it down. “Church is dismissed.”

I had worried for over a week about Razr and his fucking club. Now, all I wanted was my ol’ lady. Faith would be leaving in a few days, and soon, I’d have her all to myself again. Was it selfish? Fuck yeah. Did I care? Hell no.

I only liked to share Trish’s time with my son. Well, and my Reaper. He rumbled my chest with approval.You’re welcome.

My focus turned to my woman, and I left the chapel, striding down the hall toward the stairs with purpose. When I reached our apartment, I entered, relieved to discover Faith had taken a nap with Jessa. Pregnant women and children always seemed to need extra rest.

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