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Brick looks to Fury, who shakes his head and then glances around the table to each of us.

"Like that idea, Stitch, but hold off. Fury is gonna reach out to the kid later this week or next. He has an apartment over his garage that Abby has been working on. She brought it up to Fury and thought maybe Bullet would like some space to himself. Yeah, I get he can't be there alone right now, but maybe we can get one or two of the single prospects to move in. And before y'all start yammering when I say an apartment over the garage, it's not small. Not sure ya know but Fury has a six-car garage. So it is fuckin' huge. Between Fury and Abby, it’s just about ready.

“We wanted to speak to the other prospects and when we had it in hand and the prospects move in first, maybe Bullet won't feel like he is being watched or babysat. Figured we can approach this as something like 'Hey, brother, some of the prospects are livin' together, you want in on it?' We want to give him back some of his power so he feels like he’s able to make his own life decisions. It’ll be totally up to him. Might get him over this bump in the fucking road."

I'm still stuck on the comment that Fury has a six-car garage. What the fuck did our brother do to have such shit? I sit there realizing yet again, I don't know much about my VP. He is quiet as fuck and reserved. Also he doesn't bitch or share, like the other gossiping brother bitches in this club. Damn! Regardless, I think this is a great idea. I just hope it will give Bullet back a bit of what he lost. Like I have always thought, Fury is one of the calmest brothers, especially with young kids so his influence should help Bullet. Not to mention Abby is the shit, along with her twin boys, Talon and Rogue.

As Brick looks to each brother, we all agree that this idea is a great way to help out our little brother. After about another thirty minutes our prez gives a pound on the table and we are dismissed. What a fuckin' long-ass day.

Can't wait to get home and chill with my ol’ lady and son.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Francis

On the way home, I rehash everything that we went over in Church. Our club is evolving and I'm happy with where Brick is takin’ it and what we have achieved so far. It isn't easy tryin’ to walk the middle path between good and evil. And we still tend to go down the dark side every now and then. I'm thinkin' in some ways we always will. But to give up the drugs and illegal shit does make me feel better. Especially with Grace and Damien in my life now.

As I ponder about our little family, my phone rings. Thank God I'm in the truck. Answering I hear both Grace and Damien talking.

"Hey, you two, one at a time, please. What's up? I'm on my way."

As I wait, I can tell they have muted me so they can talk between themselves. I wait patiently as this isn't our first rodeo with three people on the phone. They seem to do this quite frequently. Finally, I hear Grace tell Damien to finish his homework. She won the phone battle this time.

"Hey, honey, how was your day? How was Church? I'm starting dinner and need a favor, if you don't mind. Can you stop and pick up some hamburger buns? I'm making sloppy Joes with crinkle fries, if that's okay. Long day at the hospital so looking for something easy and quick."

I can hear the exhaustion in her voice. She's once again burning both ends of the candle with work, family, the animal shelter, and now adding helping Doc with his pops. I don't want my woman worn out all the time. I want to make life easier not more difficult for her.

"Grace, I can pick somethin’ up, you don't have to cook. I can hear the exhaustion in your voice. Let me know what you want."

"Not going to work, Francis, Damien has already started the ground beef.

I'm fine just need the buns, please, babe."

Letting her know I don't mind, we talk about each other’s general daily shit for a minute or two then we disconnect. I figure on stopping at the store a couple of blocks ahead. Once I get out of town I'm screwed. My cabin is remote so have to hit something before I leave the populated areas. With that thought my mind wanders. I'm worried about Grace, Beast, and Bullet. And not in that particular order.

Not to mention there could be an arsonist in our county. I haven't said anything to anyone yet, but my captain at the firehouse sat us all down the other day.

A couple of our prior fires were investigated and came back as arson. Someone is setting abandoned buildings on fire with accelerants. I can't get a feel on this, but every time I try to think about it my head aches something bad. Something is trying to push its way to the front but it is fuzzy, and I can't grasp what my mind is trying to tell me. The chief said this is looking to be a serial arsonist. There are three classifications but serial arson is defined as: three or more fires set at different locations and each fire has a cooling off period between the sets.

Not to mention all the shit happening within the club. Beast is not himself and today proved he is hidin’ something. Something huge. That is his general MO and he has never been good at sharin’ his problems with us. He throws a temper tantrum to put you off track of his actions.

Since when I was a prospect that is how he acts. At one time Beast and I were pretty tight. But then he pulled away, and even though I consider him a brother and friend, he isn't like a close friend right now due to his attitude. I know Grace is pretty friendly with Cathy, so gonna have to mention my gut feelings to her so she can feel out Cathy to see what is going on. And there is Rider. Beast and Cathy's boy. What a cute lil’ bugger he is. Younger than Damien but such a sweet kid. Damien and Rider seem to get along well. Maybe we can have the kid overnight to give his parents some quality time together. Anything to help a brother out.

With all this shit running through my mind I look up and realize I passed the damn store. Fuck, got to turn around. If I come home without the buns I'm gonna catch some serious shit. I laugh to myself and make a U-turn.

After dinner, cleanup, homework, and watching some TV we head to bed.

Needing to feel my woman, I help her undress and then place her on our bed. Gently I move her legs apart and kneel between them. I love to watch Grace's reaction as I suck her clit into my mouth. At the same time I work two fingers into her wetness. Her back lifts off the bed as a long gasp comes from her full lips. I use my available hand to ghost up her tummy to her breast. I immediately grasp her nipple between my forefinger and thumb and pinch hard. I then continue to roll and pull, watching the reaction from Grace.

When I see her face I immediately pull harder on the nub. Her body spasms up and her body goes tight, for maybe ten seconds or so, and then she floods my fingers which are buried deep in her core as her body relaxes back into our bed. I continue to pull everything I can as one orgasm turns into another until she reaches down, grabbing my arm, pulling my fingers from her. I look to her as I wipe my mouth on my other arm while leaning back on my calves.

"Baby, please I need you. Francis, want you inside of me, please, can you do that?"

I look at her beautiful flushed face, satisfied from multiple orgasms, begging me to give her more. Fuck she is perfect for me. She wants me.

In that moment I realize my life has taken a turn I couldn't even image in my wildest dreams. As I feel my woman's eyes on me, her hand trying to pull me to her, clarity finally hits me. I'm free. Free to find that happy I've been lookin' for forever. I slowly crawl up Grace's body, kissing, nipping, and sucking until I reach her beautiful mouth. I put both of my hands on her face, looking deep into her hazel eyes and see her truth.

This stunning, intelligent, kindhearted woman is completely satisfied to spend the rest of her life with me. I lean down and kiss her hard, wet, and deep. As we continue to kiss I know she can feel the hardness I'm pressing into her belly. She shifts her legs open more and I fall into the curve between them. Taking one hand, I grip my cock and place it at her entrance. I bump her clit a couple of times with the engorged head and she moans into my mouth. Her wetness makes my entrance smooth as silk. We both take a minute to catch our breaths and then I start to push in, retreating slowly out. Repeat and then repeat again. Grace wraps her legs around my upper thighs and manages to open her legs even farther, giving me more room to move.

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