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"Grace, what’s wrong, darlin’? Damn, did I hurt you, what’s bringing those tears to your beautiful hazel eyes I love so much?"

Reaching out, I pull his hand to my chest.

"Francis, I just realized how much I love you. My heart is full and I see nothing but a wonderful future ahead of us. I've never been this happy. I'm truly blessed."

He reaches down and pulls me into his arms, holding me so close so I can feel the beating of his heart beneath my ear.

"No, Grace, we are both blessed to have found something that many don't ever find or realize they have. Love ya, darlin', never doubt that."

He gently releases me, cleaning me, and helping me into my nightie minus the undies. He then walks to his side, picks up his boxer briefs, pulls them on, and gets into bed. I’m pulled back to his front as he nuzzles into my hair, breathing deeply.

"You good, darlin'?"

"Better than good, Francis. I'm great."

I hear him snort softly before he tightens his arms to pull me closer and we drift off to sleep.

Together.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Francis

Feeling the rage take over my body sittin’ at Brick's desk, waiting on Fury, Chains, and Beast to arrive at the clubhouse. I glance up, taking in Tim "Bullet" Jambanski settled painfully on the couch across from me. He is bleeding all over the Prez's office, even the piece of shit furniture.

He arrived about ten minutes ago, staggering into the club screaming for help. He was holding his left arm to his body as he gingerly stomped into the main room. Hearing the commotion, I ran from the office and was brought to heel seeing our newest prospect beat to fuck, ready to fall over. As gently as I could, I maneuvered him to the office and got the rundown.

Apparently he left Momma Molly and Bubba's house to run down to the club's rental apartment property, as a tenant called in a complaint about a leak in their unit. When Bullet arrived, he walked into the building and was jumped by three guys. He tried his best, but the odds were against him and they beat the snot out of him. Before they left, they gave him a message for the Grimm Wolves to heed.

"Back the fuck off of Grace Sinclair and her boy, or next time we won't be walking away leaving one of you pussies alive and breathing."

After I first heard Bullet tell me his story of what took place, I wanted to immediately go after the entire club—the Satan's Flaming Marauders MC—and make them pay for what they did to this poor kid. He didn't deserve this fuckin’ shit, he’s not even twenty years old and has lived a rough life already. Hearing his soft moan of pain, I reach out to grab my phone and dial up Doc.

"Hey, Doc, I need ya at the clubhouse, we have a situation. Bullet is in need of serious fixing up. How soon can ya get your ass here?"

"What the fuck, Stitch, what happened to the kid? Yeah, let me get someone to watch Pops. I'll be there shortly."

After hanging up I move to the kid, putting a soft hand on his good side, squeezing gently.

"Hang in there, kid, Doc is on his way. He'll get you patched up good. Just hold on."

He gives me a slight nod and grimaces at the motion. Holy shit, he is fuckin' messed up. As I am thinking this, the office door bursts open and the three amigos, as we call them, storm in. Not sure which one is angrier Fury, Chains, or Beast. My guess though would be Fury and that is not the guy to piss off. He immediately is silent observing Bullet. His silence is much worse than Chain's crazy antics or Beast's angry as shit I'm gonna fuck them up mode. As they all look at Bullet, I can feel the vibe go from bad to extremely dangerous.

"What the fuck, dude? Stitch, this can't stand. No one touches our prospects except us. I don't care if we are tryin’ to walk the right path, they beat the fuck out of our lil’ bro here, and I’m personally gonna kick some major ass. Who the ever-lovin' fuck is responsible for this beatdown?"

Spittle is flying from Beast's mouth as his anger gets the best of him, then he turns and punches a huge hole in the office wall. As he rears back to repeat ,Chains grabs him before he can do further damage. Bullet is bent over, rocking back and forth, starting to softly sob as Fury tries to comfort the kid. I watch Fury, realizing our VP has it together. More than I ever realized. I don't know a lot about him but his actions are always spot-on. He is dealing with the most important issue currently. Our injured brother who’s suffering and in pain.

"Come on, assholes, sit the fuck down so we can have Bullet fill us in on how he was jumped, where, and by who."

Both Chains and Beast lean against a wall as Fury continues to assess the kid. Bullet tries to explain what went down, but the pain is taking over so I give a rehash of what he first told me. When I get to the message, Chains bursts from the wall kicking a chair out of his way.

"What the ever-lovin' fuck? Is this that asshole Wrecker again, pissing on his property? Doesn't the brother get that Grace and Damien are lost to him? Son of bitch, after what he put them through with everything, especially that fuckin fire he started when Damien was a baby. He is lucky to have his ass in prison, otherwise he would have a Grimm Wolves bullet in his motherfuckin' head. Stitch, how we gonna handle this? There has to be repercussions to this fucked-up action those three bastards instigated. Also got another problem on our hands, how did they know to call into the service for the complex about an issue at our building? There might be a rat living there who works for them. I know we screen whom we rent to, but shit ya know how they work, especially when they have a hard-on about something. They have no loyalty to anyone."

Looking at Chains, I know why he is our enforcer as he’s ready to let blood flow for this unacceptable action toward our brother. Before I can say anything, the door swings open as Cassius 'Doc' Rivera walks in, a medic bag hung over his shoulder. He takes in the rough energy in the room and slows his gait. Before a word can be said Fury takes over.

"Multiple abrasions, split lip, three possible ribs cracked, broken ulna, possible radius crack also. Not sure you can fix him, might need a hospital and surgery on that arm. Ulna seems to have multiple breaks, might need a plate or at the least some pins. Huge hematoma on left side of head. Possible concussion. Nose might be broke also. Thank God our lil’ brother was in his cage due to his bike being in the shop. He never would have been able to ride with these injuries."

Doc nods at our VP and gets to work. The rest of us stare at Fury. What the fuck just happened? He’s our VP, but personally I had no idea he had any medical background. Fuck, I'm a firefighter and he assessed the kid’s injuries in better detail than I ever could. Knowing something was just revealed to the bunch of us, Beast jumps on that news.

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