Page 17 of Sparrow's Grace

And just like that, her tears had subsided.

Five minutes later, I felt her body completely relax into mine as her soft snore filled the room.

And I was right, her hair really was as soft as it looked, the feel of it on my arm, well, that caused a few looks into the future. Looks that I hoped like fuck came true.

Laying there on the bed, I started wondering where she was going to be staying. If it was in a safe neighborhood. How could I access it to make sure she was safe when she closed her eyes? Did she need anything?

Just as I was thinking about everything, a phone rang on the bedside table.

Knowing it was hers, I tagged it carefully without moving her too much and then silenced the call, then checked the screen.

It readGaston Calling.

Swiping the screen to take the call, I placed it to my ear, “Gaston, this is Zeke.”

“The fuck you answering her phone for, boy?” he asked in a growl.

One that even a fool wouldn’t mistake as being deadly.

Even though he wasn’t my president, nor her father, something had told me that I needed to be truthful with the man, so that was what I would be doing. “Had an accident, she’s okay. My stupid ass hit her with my bike. We are in the hospital getting her checked out. And before you ask, she’s sleeping.”

He sighed then and then said, “Wondered why the fuck you were whispering. She’s okay?”

“Yeah, waiting for an x-ray now to make sure nothing is broken. I don’t think so anyway. I was barely on the throttle when I hit her. Some impatient asshole was behind me, and I didn’t notice the car that was waiting for someone to walk by to my left.”

“Well, make sure she calls me when they release her so I can make sure she’s alright. And then make sure she lets me know where she’s staying. My ol’ lady is chomping at the bit to make sure she made it there safe and sound.” He sighed then, “You motherfucker. She’s going to flip her bitch switch mode when I tell her what happened.”

“So… do I need to go out and buy a cup to protect my balls, or do I need to visit a sperm bank and have my semen frozen?”

He chucked then and said, “The last option would be wise. Very, very wise.”

Nodding even though he couldn’t see it, I said, “Gotcha.”

Then he had me chucking when he asked, “You going to find that impatient fucker?”

“That doesn’t even need an answer, Gaston,” I said low.

And with that, he chuckled, then hung up.

Placing the phone back on the table by the bed, I dug out my phone because my stomach was growling something fierce and shot off a text to our newest brother, whom we had patched in six months ago.

Me –Mind running by the diner and grabbing me a double bacon cheeseburger all the way and bringing it to the hospital?

Monroe replied with a fucking thumbs-up emoji. The bastard.

Monroe was all right. Some shit that came out of his mouth had me wanting to throttle him, though.

Like two months ago. Fucking dumbass thought it would be okay to compliment the skirt that Harlow was wearing. She had just lost the baby weight from having Chelsea. Everyone knew how hard she had worked, even though Skinner hadn’t liked it, because he loved everything about Harlow. His exact words had been:Don’t care if you get as big as a house. Still love you.

At first, the compliment was all right but the rest of it? Well, he received a beer bottle chucked at his face from Skinner.

He had to go to the emergency room to have the glass shards taken out of his face where it shattered because of the force Skinner used. And Michelle and Mackenzie refused to do it.

And the compliment went something like this. “That’s a beautiful skirt, Harlow. Just wondering how the fuck you fit all that you are inside of it. Cause damn girl.”

We all figured that he was complimenting her that she was something else and the skirt didn’t do her justice. However, the way it sounded, he was calling Harlow fat as fuck.

I couldn’t help the chuckle that burst forth when I recalled the smirk on Skinner’s face when the beer bottle smashed into Monroe’s face.

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