Page 84 of Sparrow's Grace

Shifting my weight so that I was standing in front of him, I crossed my arms and glared at the man.

If I didn’t know things about this man, I would think he was good looking in that silver fox kind of way, but not now, no way in hell. Hell, the way he treated Zeke, he doesn’t even deserve to be taken in and described, and when he opened his mouth and said one word, “Son…”

The man started, which got a bark of laughter out of Zeke as he replied with, “Was never your son, old man. Just the kid you used your fists on.”

“Angel, need you to get behind me,” he said as he placed his hands on my hips to move me.

I stood my ground and growled, “You try and move me, your ass will be sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“You let your woman talk to you like that,” the man said.

But I didn’t let that deter me. I had a few things I wanted to say to this spineless coward, and I was going to have my way, come hell or high water.

Which was why I called out, “Brother, do you have my boy?”

Grimm answered immediately, “Yeah. I got him.”

I nodded, then I locked my eyes with this piece of shit and then poured all the hatred I had for this man into every word, “Listen here, you piece of shit. I don’t know how the hell this man grew up to be as amazing as he is with having a no-good piece of trash for a father like you.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re talking to like that, little girl,” Zeke’s dad sneered at me and that was when I felt Zeke’s entire body stiffen behind me, but I paid that no mind.

“I’ll tell you who I am. I’m a woman that was neglected as a child. I’m a woman that endured having another man call me someone else’s name when he came inside of me. I’m a woman that knows what it feels like to have someone backhand her across the face. I’m a woman that knows what it feels like to be raped. I’m a woman who is a friend. A lover. A wife. And a mother. Do you want my birth date, and social security number too?” I snapped at him.

But I was so far from being finished it wasn’t even funny, “What I also am is a woman that is extremely protective over Zeke. Unlike you and that bitch of a woman that gave birth to him when, after having Zeke, her damn vagina should have been sewn up shut. What a mother never does is allow her child to take a man’s fists for her. What a mother does is three things. One, she wraps her arms around her child and protects him with everything in her, taking everything the bastard, a.k.a., you, dish out. The second thing a mother does is grab’s the nearest sharp object and guts you like a fish. And the third thing a mother does is grabs that little boy and gets the fuck away from a piece of human trash that isn’t even fit for a dog to shit on. A.K.A, YOU!”

Had I not been so pissed off in this moment, I would have heard the twenty or something bikes that had rolled into the clubhouse parking lot before I tore this piece of shit a new asshole.

However, that all changed when I heard, rather loudly, a woman shout, “That’s my fucking daughter!”

Grinning, I spun around and smiled wide at Felicia.

And then I smirked as Gaston pulled his gun from his back, walked the rest of the distance over to us and aimed it at Zeke’s father, “Ain’t even gonna ask if all that is true. Cause there’s one thing I know about our girl. She doesn’t lie. And she doesn’t fly off the handle like that. So, give me one good reason not to blow your brains out for putting your hands on my grandbaby’s daddy.”

“Tick-fucking-Tock motherfucker,” Lil snapped and then tossed me a wink as she said, “Ever since I heard you say that, I’ve wanted to say it. Thanks for letting me.”

Laughing, I said, “You’re welcome.”

“Hurry up, motherfucker. My arms ain’t been around my girl in seven months, and I miss the fuck out of her.”

And just then, with no other words spoken, a gunshot sounded to my right. All heads turned in that direction to see Skinner lowering his gun and placing it at the small of his back. He looked at us and nodded, “No man beats on a child and lives.”

With that, he wrapped his arm around Harlow as she smiled wide and then said, “Damn, baby, take me to our bed.”

With a soft chuckle, we all watched as the big behemoth lowered his head, pressed a kiss on the top of her forehead, and said, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Dispose of the body,” Powers called out as three men headed that way.

“With pleasure, Pres.,” Monroe said as he started in that direction, then stopped and looked over at me. “Not going to get my ass handed to me for a stupid comment, but I will say this. You’re a damn good woman, Savannah. Bastard that did all that to you, I’ve got a few hits with my fists with his name written all over them.”

And that was when no one noticed the man at the back of the pack whose face had paled that had arrived with Gaston.

“Now, where’s my grandbaby at?” Gaston askes.

I smiled and then looked at Grimm, “He's with his uncle.”

Then I walked over and took Parker from Grimm, but not before I stood on my tippy toes and pressed a kiss on Grimm’s cheek, “Can’t wait to really get to know you, big brother. I already know I love you. But you’re going to have me wrapped around your pinky.”

He shook his head, “Other way around.”

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