Page 54 of Dark As Coal

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We made that known one month later at the family dinner. And yes, a family dinner that included all of our family.

That included Wrath MC and Immoral Saints. And this tradition would be carried out once a month until the end of time.

It was after we had celebrated my birthday by going on a secret mission, Adeline’s words, and in the dead of night, we set my parent’s trailer on fire.

Where it all had happened.

And wiped it away.

We also got the okay from her doctor, and she was able to get a tattoo.

An important tattoo that could be covered while she was at school.

A tattoo that had me feeling so full it was unreal.

Seeing my name on her left shoulder blade curled around protectively with flowers and vines.

And it was where my left hand was currently resting after Adeline returned back to my side.

Seeing Piney’s face was enough to cause the corner of my lips to tip up when Adeline smiled at him and handed him the dark blue gift bag.

Even though she was mine. All mine. I still wrapped my other around her and pulled her to my front.

She had too many eyes on her.

Sure, they were my brothers, and they knew that she was mine, but still, you can’t take the protection out of overprotectiveness.

Not with me at least.

Placing a kiss atop Adeline’s head, our baby was moving around in her belly, all behind the safety and security my woman and I provided.

“What is it?” Piney asked my woman.

I knew she was smiling when she said, “You’re harder to give gifts to than a three-year-old. Will you quit your grumbling and just open the damned thing.”

“Feisty.” He chuckled.

Nevertheless, he opened the gift bag, pulled out the white tissue paper, and sat it atop the table.

Then he pulled out his tissue-wrapped gift.

He checked the bag once more, then sat it on the floor.

Carefully, he unwrapped the gift, tilted his head to the side, and then opened the shirt up.

He had the back of it facing us, blocking everyone from the view of his face.

It wasn’t until he lowered it that for the first time since I’ve known Piney, he had tears in his eyes.

What was on that black shirt in big white letters?

‘My grandpa can kick your ass.

What superpower does your grandpa have?’

We all watched as Piney stood up, handled the shirt carefully, and then walked over to where we stood, and then he looked at me, “Need you to let her go for a moment.”

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