Page 48 of Grimm
Her giggle always did something to me. Even when I was pissed, it brightened my day.
I grabbed it, intending to send it to voicemail, but shock hit my system at the name on the caller ID.
“Problem?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” I reluctantly tucked my shit back inside my jeans and answered the call. “Long time no see, cousin.”
I pulled Gina to me, and she sat on my lap. While she ran her hands through my hair, I thought back to the last time I’d talked to my cousin. We were close at one time, even though I was a few years older than him. But when shit hit the fan between him and Fergus, he disappeared, not only out of his father’s life but mine, too. It sucked, but I understood. Fergus wasn’t the easiest person to deal with.
He rattled off about coming into Sin City territory and whether I’d okay it or not. One thing about my cousin was people underestimated how ruthless he could be. Even though he went by Stevens now, he was a MacDaniel to his fucking core.
“You’re coming home?” I asked, surprised he’d even step foot back in Vegas, especially with Fergus still around. “Okay. Well, I’ll see you in ten.”
I ended the call and laid my head on Gina’s shoulder, loving the feel of her fingernails grazing my scalp, praying my cousin visiting wasn’t a bad omen.
“Who was it?”
“My cousin.”
“Why doesn’t it sound like you think it’s a good thing he’s coming to town?”
“Because if Fergus’s boy is back, he’s bringing hell with him.”
She looked at me, her eyes wide. I couldn’t tell her what was going on because I didn’t know, but J.D. being back in Vegas was not a good thing. I loved my cousin, but I knew his reappearance wasn’t for a damn family reunion, especially if he was coming to me as a chapter president of Demons United. It was club business.
“That doesn’t sound good, Tav.”
“It’s not.” I ran my hand down my face. “Shit is about to get bad.”
While Gina understood certain aspects of club business she wasn’t allowed to know, I never hid from her when there might be trouble. Our relationship had caused some problems, especially with her job and with some brothers. But we were together. She was my Old Lady, and soon, she’d be my wife. She had every right to know.
I picked up my cell and sent a short text to my dad. J.D. had requested his presence along with mine and no one else, especially his father, Fergus. Which was another reason I knew him being in Vegas wasn’t a good sign.
“He wants to meet with me and Angus as Demons United’s North Carolina chapter’s president.”
Her mouth dropped open. “The motorcycle club on the East Coast? That Demons United?”
It was another point of contention in the family. When J.D. cut ties with us, he cut ties with the club. He wanted nothing to do with Sin City MC. He never explained why; I just assumed his father was the reason. So, when word came from Demon, the founder and president of Demons United, that J.D. was prospecting with them and he didn’t want any bad blood between our clubs because of it, Fergus went ballistic. He’d felt like J.D. had turned his back on his family, his blood.
I didn’t take the shit as personally as Fergus. I wasn’t a hypocrite because there had been a time when I wanted nothing to do with our club either. Either way, Sin City held no ties to the east coast, and if my little cousin wanted to ride with anyone, I preferred it was Demons United. At least he had one of the best watching his back if he ever needed it, but it pissed Fergus off. I’d bet anything his cranky ass was still pissed over it.
“Yes.” I kissed Gina’s plump lips, and she moaned, leaning into the kiss. I hated to pull back, but when I did, I smirked at the pout gracing her face. “Why am I even shocked you know who they are?”
She shrugged but said nothing else. She was still an Assistant U.S. Attorney—the name would definitely be talked about in law enforcement circles, just like Sin City. She walked a tight rope with her job and me, and so did I. Shit was complicated, and I completely understood her silence on the subject.
A knock came at the door.
“Come in!”
Joker poked his head in. “Prez, sorry to interrupt.” He looked at Regina apologetically. “We have visitors.”
“I’ll be right there.”
He nodded and then shut the door.
“You didn’t lock the door?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“Why would I?” I shrugged. “Everyone knows not to come in here unless I say so.”
