Page 29 of Grace's Revelation
“I’m always careful.” I smirked.
Anna walked out of the safe room.
I followed her.
“Hey Cason.” Anna said and laughed.
Olivia had Cason in her arms, lifted him up, and sat him on the bike. She climbed on behind him.
We all laughed as he reached out, barely about to reach the handlebars.
“Come on Case,” I waved him over. “The ladies have to go.”
He pouted, but climbed off the bike. He gave Olivia a fist bump before running over to Anna and hugging her legs.
“Come on Mommy.” He jumped up the stairs and onto the porch. “The movie’s getting to the good part.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Bye Ms. Anna, Bye Ms. Olivia. Bye Ms. Patrina.” He waved and went inside.
They beamed at the spot where he stood. They did love him and would be there for him if he needed it, but he needed his mother.
And, his father.
* * *
The next dayI packed a bag.
Cason had a sleepover birthday party to attend.
I jumped on my bike and headed south. I needed the time alone and I needed to see Mase. Let him know I was ready to put this all to rest, but I also needed to know where we stood.
I wanted him. He was my family and together we created a family. I wanted us to be together.
Riding down to DC with no warning on my own would get me in trouble. Not just from my own crew who thought I was careless. I liked to think of myself as fearless.
I was going to DC to get my man and if I had to waltz my happy ass into the SouthEast Dragons compound to find him, I wouldn’t hesitate.
I had on a pair of black skinny jeans and my boots. Along with a black tank under my cut. My helmet was a matte black to match my bike.
Since I was dead to the gang, they wouldn’t suspect I would be sitting outside of the compound watching the comings and going of the Dragon crew. I sat for about ten minutes before I spotted Mase through the window in his room upstairs.
Butterflies were having a rave in my stomach. He would be pissed I was here, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see him.
I dialed his number.
“What?” He answered on the second ring. His voice vibrated in my head as it travelled through the ear buds and into my brain.
Sweat broke out on my skin.
“Mase.” I said.
“Gracie.” He whispered and I heard a door slam. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?”
“Look out the window, behind the white truck.”
He stood at the window. I could see him there with his arm up, holding the phone to his ear. Through the tinted windows I could tell he had no shirt on. His muscles popped from a hundred yards.
