Page 27 of Sparrow's Grace

And I instantly got the notion that at her old club, things weren’t like that. I couldn’t tell you how I knew that, but I just did.

Greek walked in and smiled devilishly at me as he handed me a piece of paper with a name and an address on it.

Tagging it, I pocketed it, turned to Harlow, who was leaning into Skinner and whispered, “Stay here until I get back?”

She nodded and then I walked into the living room where Savannah was sitting and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Got something to do. Be back in a bit.”

She smiled up at me and nodded. “Be careful.”

I winked down at her and whispered, “Always.”

“Where are you going?” Powers asked as I walked out my front door.

Turning my head to look at him over my shoulder, I checked that Savannah wasn’t near so she wouldn’t hear what I was about to say next.

Holding up the piece of paper, I said, “Fucker who honked the horn for me to move at that stop sign.”

And that was all I needed to say as Heathen, Lincoln, and Savage walked to their bikes with me.

But I stopped in the doorway and looked at Skinner, who wouldn’t be leaving Harlow’s side. “Call some prospects to come and help unload her stuff, don’t care where it goes, whatever she wants. But she doesn’t lift a fucking finger.”

He snorted and said, “Now why do I think you’re tucking your tail and running instead of dealing with the attitude I can see her tossing your way?”

Grinning, I shook my head and walked back into the living room where my Angel was seated.

She saw me headed her way and locked eyes with mine as I said, “One more thing. The boys are going to unload everything. You point to where you want things, but you better not lift a fucking finger. Don’t give a fuck. If you want to replace everything of mine with your stuff, then do it, as long as you’re in this house with your stuff, I don’t care what you change.”

“I’m not even going to comment on the fact that you told me not to lift my finger because something tells me it will be a waste of time. However, I’m not going to change anything. This is your house, Zeke.”

“No, darlin’. Built this house with a family in mind. Never knew when it was going to walk in my life, but on the off chance it did, I wanted to be ready. This is my forever home, and if I have anything to say about it, it’s going to be your forever home too. Change whatever, I don’t give a fuck. Long as at the end of the day, it’s your body that’s in my arms and it's your head that’s nestled on my chest.”

And with that, I ignored her shocked expression, pressed a kiss on her temple, and walked out of the house. And yes, you could have heard a pin hit the floor.

Fifteen minutes later, and with my brothers at my back, we parked our bikes outside of the fucker’s house.

When I saw his truck in the drive, I started to get excited. I was going to get to pound on something today.

Getting off my bike along with my brothers, I settled my helmet on my handlebar then I strolled up the fucker’s front walk.

Grinning when Heathen walked to the truck, removed his knife from its sheath, and then proceeded to slash the motherfucker’s tires.

With my fist, I pounded on the door. And then I heard, “Hold the fuck on, I’m coming.”

Standing there, I waited for the moment I needed.

And when the door cracked open, I brought my leg up and then kicked the door in with my boot.

Hearing the grumble from the man and the “What the fuck?”, well, that was music to my fucking ears.

Oh, his nose was bleeding? Poor fucking him. Fucking not.

Stepping into the house with Savage, Lincoln, and Heathen at my back, I asked, “Were you in a hurry this morning?”

“What the hell are you talking about? Who the fuck are you?” he asked as he brought his hand to his now bleeding and broken nose.

Slowly and punctuating each word I said, “I asked, were you in a hurry this morning?”

“Who the fuck are you?” He asked again as a woman came rushing down the hallway at his bellow.

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