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“I’m sure I will.”

“I can feel your disappointment.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. Let me assure you she won’t hear a thing. You can be as loud as you want. My room is soundproof.” He clicks his tongue and captures my lips again. This time, I vow not to talk so he won’t stop kissing me… until we get to Granny’s, anyway.

Chapter 9

GM Scherbert

GM Scherbert

Alessandra (Alex)

Startling awake as the vehicle comes to a halt has me glancing toward the man holding me tight.Goliath.I have never felt safer, even with the dull aches that are now shooting up my legs and hands. His palm is rubbing a steady pattern on my back through the blanket I am wrapped up in, and all I can think is that this feelsright. As if we’re meant to be here, meant to be put together again for whatever reason. I know that we haveonly ever had a few minutes between us, but in the world I have grown up in, sometimes that is all you will ever need or have. If what happened all those years ago with Emily has taught me one thing, it is that you only get one shot at life and grabbing it by the balls and taking charge of any situation is how your life should be lived.

Glancing past him to the driver, who is focused straight ahead, I notice they both have on the same leathers. A rumble of laughter comes from the front seat before the driver speaks, “I didn’t know we were having a sleepover and hiding out at the North Pole, or I would've packed differently.” The driver takes one look at me and laughs again. “Oh, now I get it. You got an elf fetish, first that one back there and now this nice little old lady. You sure got a type, huh,Grandpa?”

“Quit it with the fucking grandpa shit, Drake. I ain’t that much older than you. Me and Miller have been thick as thieves long before you were ever on deck as a swimmer in your daddy’s balls. Probably before your daddy’s balls even dropped, for fuck’s sake. And, although I ain’t been around for years, you know as well as I do that the Hell’s Jokers MC is and always will be my family. You vomiting so much shit about me is rubbing my dick raw.”

A giggle leaves me with this, but Goliath keeps going.

“And it seems to me I might have just gotten a reason for my dick to be in tip-top shape, so how about you shut the fuck up with that grandpa shit. Just ‘cause you got taken in to keep my PO happy, don’t think I’ll let that shit slide.” Goliath takes a deep breath and sighs before his hand squeezes my thigh. He adds on, “You be fucking nice to my Granny; she is one of the few good things I have left.”

Movement out the front windshield of the vehicle has my eyes moving quickly when I see a little old woman coming out of a cute, albeit small, house looking like it’s straight out of a seventies sitcom. The red robe she wears looks bright against thedull white of the house behind her, but the thing I can’t take my eyes off of is the candy-cane-striped fuzzy socks crawling up her thin legs. All this lady needs is a Santa hat or my elf hat I had on at the hospital the day this all started and she would be the perfect picture of the holiday season.

Even though it is night, the house is lit up like the sun, with rows and rows of Christmas lights hanging on every inch of the small home. Lord, I wonder what her electricity bill looks like during the holidays. I can’t say that I have ever seen anything quite like it, that is until the lights start blinking in the most obnoxious pattern.Oh shit, suddenly I am not feeling well. I turn my head into Goliath and take a deep breath of him, which does wonders to stop my stomach and head from turning.

“That’ll be Granny, baby. She might come off a little strong, but she means well. She's been waiting for me to bring someone to meet her since the time I brought home Sarah Ann Blanchert after a little too much to drink in high school,” he rumbles next to my ear, and a shiver heads up my spine as his breath reaches my neck with his words.

“Let’s get you inside, Alex, and cleaned up so we can play that round of Naughty or Nice before you get the answers to all those questions you've had running around in your head.”

Waiting for Drake to open the door, Goliath doesn’t miss a beat getting out with me still secured tightly in his arms. His quick strides have us in front of Granny in only moments. She is tiny compared to him, but I see the family resemblance quickly. Blue eyes and dark hair, their fair skin only marred by the sun here in Alabama.

“Well, Braxton, I didn’t think when I told you to find yourself a girl and settle down it would be within seventy-two hours. I can’t say that I don’t approve. She’s as cute as a button, although the cuts on her face lead me to believe they aren’t the only ones she has. You better go on up and get her into the bath and get hercleaned up. Then you bring her right back and let me have a good look at her.”

She motions up towards the house and then zeros in on Drake. “This youngin can come help me in the kitchen to get something nice cooking started for the lot of you while you go get her cleaned up and get her something clean to wear. We will have a nice warm meal ready to fill you up before you can explain what’s happened and why you are on my doorstep already. Not that I mind seeing you again so soon, especially with a girl, and not that one who was drunk as a skunk back when you were in high school. This one seems more than willing to put up with your shit and give it to you right back.”

She grabs Drake by the hand and starts dragging him into the house. “Come on, sonny boy. You can help this old lady out in the kitchen. I know... We can get some nice hot buns in the oven first.” She winks at me over her shoulder as she whispers, “And I’ll get to look at those nice hot buns of his while we do!”

My eyes widen with her words, and I can’t help the gasp that leaves my mouth. I want to be Granny when I grow up, I think.

My Hero!

Goliath

Granny has always been an odd duck; what the fuck was that shit about hot buns? It serves Drake right after the way he was ribbing me with that grandpa shit. I hope she doesn’t ride the kid too hard while I get Alex cleaned up. Carrying Alex straight through the house to the bathroom, I don’t want to think about what happened to her. I just want her to be safe, and she will be with me forever if I have anything to say about it.

Holding her tight, I turn the taps on and test the water before gently placing her on the yellow countertop. This whole house needs an update, and as soon as this shit with Wash is dealt with, it’ll be at the top of my to-do list. Unraveling the blanket tuckedaround her, I don’t stop until she is bare for me in every way. The goosebumps running up and down her arms have me wondering if she is in the right place for what my mind hasn’t been able to stop wishing for. My breath stutters when I take in the scraps, cuts, and bruises forming.

“Baby, I’msosorry this happened to you. I know you're worried about your family, but Enzo and Dante are doing what needs to be done. They will send word as soon as it's over. Let me take care of you now and clean you up.”

She nods, and I slowly kneel between her legs. I find myself at the right height to peel the bra off her body. It gets a little tricky when I try to tug the panties down her legs. Having to move closer to her as I bring them down her legs, I notice a small amount of blood on them and stop in my tracks.

“Baby, did they...”

She meets my eyes before quickly dropping them to her panties, answering, “No, they didn’t. You got there before they had the chance, thank fuck. I’m probably getting my period. You don’t need to take care of me; I can do it.” Rolling her hands together, she tries to hide herself from me.

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