Page 81 of Massacre
There was only one person I knew who could help me get Massacre out of this mess without alerting King or Reaper. I just hoped she was in a helping mood.
It didn’t take me long before I was standing in front of a door, knocking frantically, but when the door was flung open and I got a good look at the tired and disheveled woman before me, I cringed.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Amber?” Grace grumbled, wiping the sleep out of her eyes. “What the hell are you doing here at the ass crack of dawn?”
“Um,” I muttered, looking around. “It’s actually almost one in the afternoon.”
Grace moaned, walking away, and I quickly followed, shutting her apartment door closed behind me.
“I thought you were on lockdown at the clubhouse?” she asked, reaching for a glass, before she turned on the tap, filling the glass with water.
“I was. Well, technically I still am, but that doesn’t matter now. I need your help with something.”
“If it has anything to do with the Silver Shadows or that asshole, then my answer is no.”
Yeah, I had a feeling she was going to say that. Grace wasn’t currently on speaking terms with King. Not after the shit that went down with my brother Dante.
Leaning against her kitchen counter, Grace sighed. “Just tell me what happened.”
“Long story or short?” I smirked.
Rolling her eyes, Grace pulled out a chair and sat. “Alright. Hit me with it.”
Sitting across from her, I told her everything she had missed since she was last at the clubhouse. From the fallout with Dante, Cash meeting Kytten and making her his old lady, to me finding out who my parents were. I kind of glossed over my screw-up when I ran away, but I went into detail regarding Massacre and the Golden Skulls. Even my trip up north to Deadwood, South Dakota. But when I got to the part where King allowed a few of the club brothers to beat on Massacre, well, Grace’s face morphed into fury.
“That motherfucker!” she screamed. “Who the hell does he think he is? He is not the lord and master of Diamond Creek. He can’t tell you who to love!”
“Well, in his defense, he didn’t know I was in love with Massacre. Hell, I wasn’t even sure. I liked him a lot, but I wasn’t sure it was love.”
“Oh, please,” Grace scoffed, getting to her feet. “You’ve never been remotely interested in anyone at that clubhouse. But the second Massacre showed up, you took interest. That should have been his first clue. Let me guess.” She turned and looked at me. “He ordered you to stay away from Massacre, didn’t he?”
I nodded. “Yeah he did.”
“ASSHOLE!” she shouted, throwing her arms in the air. “Who does he think he is, toying with people’s emotions like that? He can’t tell someone to stop loving someone. It doesn’t work that way. He will never change. Him and his goddamn rules. He’s still the same stubborn, opinionated asshole who thinks he knows best. Well, let me tell you something, Amber. He doesn’t know shit! He never did!”
Yeah, I was pretty sure we were no longer talking about me and Massacre as Grace continued on with her tirade. I had long suspected, along with the rest of the club, that there was something going on between King and Grace, but as to what, was the million-dollar question. However, from what I was witnessing, I didn’t know what King did to piss off the pretty woman, but fuck me... I was beginning to worry about his safety.
“Grace,” I said, trying to interrupt her as she continued to spew venom. When she ignored me, I shouted, “GRACE!”
Spinning around, she blinked. “What?”
“Massacre?”
“Oh,” she huffed, taking a seat again. “That’s easy. We need Maureen.”
“If he knows what’s good for him, his ass better be in the room,” Maureen said, pointing to her belly as she walked past me with Grace right behind her, smiling. “He’s as much to blame for this as I am!”
“Fifty bucks he faints,” Grace snickered.
“Oh, I don’t doubt it.” Maureen nodded. “You should have seen him when Beck gave birth. He couldn’t get out of there fast enough.”
“Where is he now?” I asked, trailing behind them.
“That’s a damn good question,” Maureen huffed, looking around the sheriff’s station, her eyes landing on Deputy Malone. Smiling, she walked right over to him. “Where is he?”
“Got called to the clubhouse.”
