Page 49 of Grimm
“Why?” she asked, laughing. “Because you’re the big bad president?”
“Damn straight.”
“Anyway,” she rolled her eyes, “is that him?”
“Probably.” I tapped her thigh, and she stood so I could go greet my cousin, who I hadn’t seen in years. “Let me take care of this. I’ll see you later tonight, yeah?”
“Yes.” She grabbed my dick. “We have unfinished business.”
“Be a good girl, Gina.” I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth, biting hard. She hissed, and I licked the spot. “I’ve got company.”
She pecked my lips. “See you tonight.”
I escorted her out of the clubhouse and watched her walk past my cousin and two large men as they got off their bikes. We all watched her as she got into her car and drove off, and then I focused on my cousin, J.D. Stevens, President of the North Carolina Chapter of Demons United.
This should be good.
I hugged him and shook the hands of his men. J.D. remained stoic, which let me know this wasn’t a friendly visit.
“She your Old Lady?” he asked.
“She is.”
“Make sure you keep her safe, especially from the ones closest to you,” he said, anger flickering in his eyes.
“Let’s take this to my office,” I said. I didn’t understand the cryptic message, nor the anger, but I guess I was about to find out. “Angus should be here any minute. Just to warn you, he’s sick, so he may be a little grumpy.”
“What’s wrong with him?” J.D. asked, concern in his voice.
“Cancer.”
“Terminal?”
“Yep,” was all I responded.
It was still something I was dealing with. We didn’t know how long he had left, but I could say he was trying to live his best life in his last days.
J.D. nodded as we made our way inside. I hadn’t been joking when I’d told Gina if J.D. was here, he was bringing hell with him. Fire and anger brewed in his eyes, and whatever had happened to my cousin, he was going to show whoever crossed him that he was a MacDaniel.
“Untitled”
North Carolina Chapter
Jacob “J.D.” Stevens
Panic and confusion barreled through me. I raced into the emergency room, almost knocking over an elderly couple exiting through the sliding glass doors with “Emergency Room” emblazoned in bright-red capital letters across the glass.
After getting the call from Caesar saying I needed to get my ass over to the hospital, I’d made the drive at breakneck speed, running stop lights and blowing stop signs to get here as soon as possible.
What the hell is Dani doing at the hospital?
The question swirled in my mind for the hundredth time since I got the call.
Some brothers had already arrived and were gathered in the lobby of the emergency room, whispering with grim expressions on their faces.
Word must have come from Laura, one of the brothers’ Old Ladies, who was an ER nurse. She’d helped the club out more than once with sewing up bullet or stab wounds and tending to broken bones on occasion. Whatever we needed when we couldn’t go to the hospital to keep the cops from getting involved in club business, Laura was there.
What the hell is Dani doing here?
