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I stood from the couch and walked to her, seeing her usually minimal makeup replaced with heavier eyeliner and bright lipstick. Not wanting to smear her makeup, I brushed my thumb across her cheek and replied, “You look fucking hot, baby.”
She smiled, and I kissed her cheek softly. “I’ll be out in a few minutes, and we can head over.”
“Okay. I’m going to call Eddie and check in with him.”
“Tell him I said hi,” I remarked and walked into the bedroom.
Showering quickly, I pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. Running my hands through my wet hair, I grabbed my cut from the closet door and slipped it on before walking back into the living room.
Grace was sitting on the couch, reading a book from my bookshelf, and when she heard me enter, she lifted her head. Her blue eyes ran up and down me, and all I wanted to do was bury my cock into her perfection. Placing the book on the coffee table, she stood and sauntered toward me with a sway in her hips.
“Are you ready?” I asked, and she fluttered her eyes up to mine.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied, and I took her hand into mine.
Helping her onto my bike, she went to grab her helmet when I stopped her. “Not necessary here, baby, unless you feel safer.”
“I always feel safe with you,” she replied, and I climbed onto the bike, feeling her arms wrap around me as we headed toward the clubhouse.
I was nervous that Grace would change her mind about me after she saw how rowdy the Death Hounds could be.
Chapter 16
Grace
Pulling up to the DeathHounds compound, I felt the nervous energy growing inside me. The tall fence surrounding the compound was menacing as we approached, and I squeezed my arms tighter around Dalton. He slowed the bike at a building outside the gate and patted my hand as a young guy with a cut declaring him a prospect stepped out to meet us.
“Skid, my man. It’s good to have you back home. And this must be your old lady, Grace.”
I went to correct him that I wasn’t an old lady when Dalton swung his hand out and clasped forearms with the young man. “Thanks, Squid. It’s good to be home.”
He stepped back inside the building and pressed a button. The gate slowly rolled open, and the sound of music filtered out. Dalton put the bike into gear, and we drove into the compound. A large brick building came into view, and one side had doors rolled up, showing inside the building. To the left was a line of bikes, each backed in, and to the right was a covered picnic pavilion.
There were Death Hounds walking around, most with beers in their hands, and a few women moved around, shuffling food from inside to outside. Dalton backed the bike in and turned off the engine. He stood from the bike and helped me down as a few of his brothers approached.
“Hey, man. Welcome back,” one man said, and I looked to see his patches saidClawandVice President.
