Page 49 of Sparrow's Grace

I hadn’t missed the worry in her tone when she told me I didn’t have to tell them to turn it down.

The fact that I had called her my woman, and she didn’t deny it, was brought to the forefront of my mind, but I didn’t really give her a chance to say a word before I stormed off like a little bitch.

Just as that thought rolled around in my head, Powers stepped closer to me, and then said, “You’re being a fucking idiot, brother.”

The man missed nothing.

I had my head down, embarrassed at how I’d reacted to her, but I didn’t think he was only talking about that, “How?”

“Have you had a talk with her about how it was at her father’s club? Why she reacts to certain things like she does? You know how we are; you know how some other MCs operate, boy. You know that they don’t treat their women with respect like we do.” Standing there getting told something by Powers wasn’t unusual, but getting your ass verbally handed to you?

Yeah… enough said.

But he wasn’t done, “Oh, and by the way, you claimed Savannah? Right?”

I glared at him, “You fucking know I did.”

“Then why the fuck did you let Ginger climb in your lap? Why the fuck did you let her hang herself over you while you sat beside Savannah?”

I looked at him like he had a couple of screws loose, “I didn’t…”

Then the last hour played over in my head, and all I could do was drop my head.

I growled at my own stupidity, “Fuck me. I didn’t even think anything about it. We’ve been like that for years.”

Powers nodded, “I get that. But when you claim a woman, that means you don’t allow another woman to sit on your lap. I talked to Gaston and got some more info. Apparently, Deck had no problem with lifting skirts up and driving into them with Savannah in the same room. Think about that for a second. And then I want you to place yourself in her shoes. And know that Savannah looks at you like all the other taken women look at their men. You want her, you’re going to have to apologize to her, and mean it, but not with words. Because something tells me she’s had enough of being lied to.”

He left me standing there to contemplate everything he said, and then I ran through everything I wanted to say to her, everything I wanted to apologize for.

But nothing that I came up with prepared me for what awaited me back outside.

As I made my way back outside, my eyes instantly found her. She had moved closer to the fire pit and was rubbing her hands up and down her legs.

Damn, I’m a fucking idiot.

There I was inside having a fucking pity party, and all the while my woman was getting cold.

Immediately, I spun on my heel, marched up to my room, unlocked my door, and grabbed a blanket that had seen better days but was still in good condition. I’d get a new one just for her to keep here.

With the blanket tucked underneath one arm, I marched back down the steps, back outside, and made a beeline to where she was sitting. Thankfully, while I was doing that, she hadn’t moved.

She clocked me the moment I got closer to her, and when I saw her bite her bottom lip, I wanted to apologize to her, and then pull that lip in between my teeth.

I knelt at her side, and before I could say a word, she beat me to it. “I owe you an apology.”

I was flabbergasted.

She owed me? No, she had it all wrong.

Shaking my head, I wrapped her up in the blanket I’d grabbed.

As soon as I had it wrapped around her, I waited patiently until she gave me those soulful, mesmerizing green eyes of hers, then I whispered, “Angel, I’m the one that owes you an apology. This is the second time I’ve gotten mad over something that you have no control over and that’s not fair to you. I’m sorry I blew up like I did. I didn’t take into account that things were different with your father’s club.”

She nodded, then she looked confused, “When was the first time?”

I sighed, “When you flinched this morning.”

She smiled sadly at me, then I took a deep breath and asked, “To keep this from happening so I know, because I never want to hear the words,I’m sorryfrom you again, will you explain things to me?”