Page 3 of Grace's Redemption
I pushed him off of me.
“You’re an animal.” I laughed. Mattie could be an asshole, but he loved Grace like I did. She was one of us and we protect out own.
Mattie sniffed the area.
“Brother,” he said. “It smells like party time.”
I shook my head and followed him into the lounge.
* * *
Grace sat perchedon the edge of a couch, talking to another brother’s old lady. When I walked in, she stopped and stared at me. I waited for it, the smile she reserved for me. It was like sunshine streaming through storm clouds on a rainy day. It warmed me in ways I'd never admit. She attempted it, but it didn’t quite make it before the sadness overtook her face again.
It didn’t subtract from her beauty. Her smooth brown skin set off the little pink dress she wore. She had the longest, sexiest legs and on top of those legs sat the most epic ass I had ever seen.
She grew into those tits at about sixteen. A sassy little attitude came out through those luscious lips about the same time; she was every teenage boy’s wet dream and mine to have if I wanted her. I did want her, badly, but I loved her too much to be with her knowing first chance I got, I would leave.
She tilted a bottle of water in my direction.
I saluted her the same way. Our eyes remained locked as we took a sip. She licked her lips and turned back to her conversation.
I adjusted the bulge in my pants and went to join Mattie and the guys.
“Mess.” My friends all sang in unison as I approached. It was the younger coalition of the club, J Dub (Joseph), Snatch (Thomas), YoYo (Jamie), Red (Michael) and D (Derrick). Although Mattie was technically a prospect, he was also the President's son. These jokers would take over the SouthEast Dragons some day. We all grew up together.
Some of their fathers were members, which gave them a certain legacy status, but we all had to come up in the ranks, we all were prospects at one time, now all lieutenants, except for Mattie. He would earn his cut soon enough. I was almost sorry I’d miss it.
I flopped on the coach and rested my foot on the coffee table.
A group of girls sauntered by wearing next to nothing and projecting easy pickings.
“Why you’d want to leave easy pussy is beyond me?” J Dub leered at the girls and cackled.
I smirked.
“Some of us don’t have issues getting laid in the real world, J Dub,” Snatch hit him on the arm. “Just you.”
"You should wait a week, you're going to miss the conference." YoYo said. The other guys laughed.
My father's brilliant idea to invite some of the other clubs in the area for a meet and greet had been in the works for months.
The kicker, some of the clubs, weren't like us. People throw labels around like outlaw gangs or one percenters. We were an organization. We had rules, a hierarchy, and bylaws. We had a hand in legit and not so legit enterprises.
"He invited the Legions of Guardians from Fairfax and Alexandria, but I heard their National President was riding down, too." J Dub nodded.
"I heard their ladies have their own club." YoYo stood up and sat down.
I shook my head and sipped my beer.
My father thought of himself as a leader among leaders, but he thought he could strong arm people into following him.
I'd heard about the Guardians. They had a reputation and some clout, but they weren't on our level.
Dollie sauntered over to us with a tray of shots in her hand. She leaned over the coffee table. We all leaned in as her tits dangled in front of us.
Our tongues hung out like horny twelve-year-old boys. They were tits, what did she expect?
I grabbed my shot and smelled it first.
