Page 11 of Sparrow's Grace

I saw his facial expressions as he listened intently to the caller. Lil came up behind him then and wrapped her arms around him. He dropped his beer to the bar top, wrapped his arm around her, and pulled her to him while placing a kiss on her temple.

Normally I would have turned my head giving them their moment, but whoever was on the other line had me intrigued since they were able to get a rise out of Powers like that.

I knew it wasn’t a Dove because they would have called his burner phone and not his personal cell.

“Well fuck me. Yeah, brother. Say no more. I’ll tell the brothers and have them keep an eye out for her. Send me a pic. When should she be getting here?”

A few of the other brothers gathered around when he nodded, then hung up the phone, checking it while he looked intently at it.

“Damn, she’s grown up,” he said to no one in particular.

Lil, too, was looking at the photo as she asked, “Who is that, honey?”

“This is Savannah Calder. Her father was Hercules. One of the founding members of Steel Bandits MC and their SAA.”

“Shit,” Heathen cursed.

My sentiments exactly. You weren’t truly a member of an MC if you didn’t know about Hercules.

“What’s going on with her?” Gage asked.

I heard Powers sigh, and that was when I felt my temper start to skyrocket to mammoth proportions.

He looked around the clubhouse then and said, “Since everyone is here, I’ll go ahead and tell you. Savannah is heading this way to get a fresh start. Apparently, Hercules passed away two years ago. He made a promise to one of the members that saved his life some years ago. She was to be his ol’ lady when the time was right. Only the motherfucker treated her like shit and never fulfilled that promise. I don’t know all that includes, but something happened. Caused her to break the promise she made to her father. Gaston asked for us to keep an eye out for her. Make sure she’s all right.”

And that was when he passed his phone around to us. No one reacted, well that was until the phone came to me.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The motherfucker treated this angel like shit?

What. The. Fuck?

She was a baby doll.

Platinum blonde hair, a cute button nose, and the greenest eyes I have ever seen. There was green and then there was green. I fucking hoped that she wasn’t wearing those color-changing contacts. Cause if those were her real eyes? I was fucked.

I knew that if she ever came to me and asked me to hide a body, I would fold immediately just with one look from those eyes of hers.

I couldn’t see her body, but I vaguely remember Hercules being a big son of a bitch, and this little woman? Goddamn.

I didn’t realize that I had held onto the phone staring at her picture until I heard Powers chuckle, and then say, “Want me to send you that picture, brother?”

Startled, I looked up at him and then shook my head as I passed the phone to Skinner.

Begrudgingly.

A picture was great, sure, but I wanted to see the real thing. I wanted to see if the light was really in her eyes. I wanted to know if her hair felt as soft as it appeared. I wanted to feel those lips of hers, see if they were as soft as they seemed.

Grabbing my beer, I took a long pull from it and asked Powers, “When is she due here?”

“She’s driving from California with a U-Haul and her father’s bike in the back of the truck, so it won’t be for a few days yet. Thinking we can go ahead and get her place set up here in that time. And there’s something else. She’s pregnant. Not too far along yet.”

“I’ll put the call out to the ol’ ladies, see if they have any baby stuff they haven’t used,” Lil said from his side as she pulled out her phone to do just that. Just like the top queen she was.

Four days later, I had been checking my phone religiously, seeing if she’d made it to town yet.

I had no clue if she would let Gaston know and he would let Powers know, but I was like a starved man. Wanting. Needing to see her. All from a fucking picture that was taken God knows how long ago.

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