Page 31 of Grace's Revelation
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Who knew little Gracie would grow up to have the biggest balls of anyone I knew.
I watched her drive off towards east DC. In her cut she looked far from the girl I knew. It made me uneasy she was so close to the clubhouse. If anyone saw her and put two and two together, she’d be dead before the night was out. And because I disobeyed a direct order all those years ago; I would be gone, too.
I took a shower, put on a pair of black slacks and a white button down shirt. I left the top button open and slid my cut on and headed downstairs.
The whistles and catcalls started as soon as I reached the bottom step.
I waved them off and shook my head.
“Where you going all gussied up.” YoYo asked.
“Gussied up.” I narrowed my eyes. “What are you eighty?”
“I’m old school, remember.” He reached out to touch my stark white shirt.
I pushed his hand away.
“Don’t touch.” I warned.
“Who’s the hot chick?”
A sinking feeling suddenly hit my stomach. I whirled around to see who spoke, who might have spotted Grace.
“The girl you got all dressed up for.” Red said, “Who is she?”
I held in a sigh of relief. He wasn’t talking about someone he saw.
“No one you guys would know.” I headed for the bar and grabbed a beer. “She’s not from DC.”
“Is she hot?” A prospect leaning against the wall doing nothing chimed in.
I glared in his direction. He shut his mouth and moved on to waste time in another part of the compound.
“Of course she is.” My dad walked into the entrance of the clubhouse. Two other bikers flanked him. “My son only fucks the finest. He’s like his old man.” He slapped me on the back.
I concentrated on not flinching.
Fuck, I had to concentrate on not pushing him up against the nearest wall with my arm on his throat until his smug, shifty eyes went black.
I looked around the clubhouse's main room. Who all knew my father handed my brother over to the Vipers? How did they continue to do business as usual? They were my brothers, yet I never felt close to any of them, except Derrick. Now he was gone too. I’d been too consumed with revenge; the club had turned into something I didn’t recognize.
Back in the day, the younger guys and me strategized on taking the club legit. We had dreams of running real businesses to stabilize our legacy. When I left, I thought the guys would continue in that direction, now we never even talk about it.
“Son.”
I blinked and focused on my dad.
“You okay?” He asked as he squeezed my shoulder.
“Uh, yeah. I’m good.” I turned and headed for the door.
“Before you go, come to my office for a second.”
I stopped.
