Page 85 of Sparrow's Grace

I snorted and then introduced Parker to his grandfather and his Nonnie.

“Hi, sweetheart. I’m your Nonnie. I love you to the stars and back,” Felicia said as she picked our baby boy up and cuddled him to her chest.

Needless to say, they oohed and ahhed over him.

But before I could really melt at the sight, Zeke wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his chest, lowering his mouth to my ear, where he whispered, “Is that him?”

I looked to where Zeke was looking and then felt my body get tense.

To that, Zeke’s arm tightened around me.

And then the stupid idiot, not realizing how tight the man’s body that was wrapped around me was, he walked over to where we all stood.

But before he could get too close, Zeke snapped, “That’s fucking close enough.”

Knowing I still haven’t answered him, I said, “Yes, Honey, this is him.”

He stepped around me, but not before he pushed me to the side carefully. Then he brought his arm back and let his fist sail into Deck’s face.

And then another to his kidney and one to his ribs.

No one stopped him.

No one.

“That was for the times you put your hands on her. That was for the times you made her cry.” And then he brought his knee up and landed a perfect shot in Deck’s balls. “And that was for the times she told you no or would have, but you slammed your hand over her mouth, not letting her speak.”

Zeke turned then, hatred and darkness quickly leaving his eyes when they landed on me.

Opening his arms, I walked into them and said, “I love you, Zeke.”

“Love you too, Angel.” He squeezed his arms around me and said, “Be back.”

And that was when Grimm stepped over to me, but not before bringing his leg back, and landing a solid kick in Deck’s side.

I shouldn’t have been surprised he was wearing steel-toed boots either.

Deck was on the ground writhing in pain, and no one made a move to help him.

I felt the air around me stir, and I knew who was headed towards me.

I looked and then found him, and saw he had papers in his hand and a pen in the other.

He handed them to me, and then walked over to Deck, grabbed him by his shirt collar and then lifted him up and off the ground.

Then he slammed Deck against the body of someone’s truck and seeing that he was staying, he grabbed the papers and pen from me, and then slammed them into Deck’s chest, and held up the pen, “Time for you to keep your fucking word for once and sign them.”

Deck looked at Zeke, then down at the papers and smirked, then shook his head.

“Don’t think I’ll be doing that.”

“And why the fuck not? Heard you promise Savannah you would sign the papers my fucking self, brother,” Gaston spat that last word at him.

That was when Deck locked eyes on me, “But what you don’t know is that your dad had Gaston mark you as an ol’ lady in the books.”

“And I told you the promise I made to him, should you treat her anything less than a fucking queen, that I would get her out of there. Therefore, revoking your claim on her.”

“Still remains. Shit is still in the books. According to club law, she’s still my ol’ lady.”

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