Page 86 of Sparrow's Grace

And that was when I heard a gun being cocked and then said gun was pressed to his forehead, compliments of Zeke. “Don’t give a fuck. Tell me why I shouldn’t pull this trigger now?”

“Because that little boy will ask you what happened to his real father. Do you really want to tell him that it was you that pulled the trigger?”

“You’re right about one thing. It’ll break my heart to tell him that I did that. But you’re wrong when you speak about his real father. That’s me. Top of that, my boy, yes, my boy, is going to understand that I killed the man that tried to take his Mama away from me. He’s going to know that there is nothing I won’t do for her and for him. So, when he smirks and has every characteristic of me inside of him at that, I’ll be one proud fucking father.” And with that, Felicia turned Parker away knowing what was coming, and then I watched as Zeke took Deck out.

And then he got chin lifts from everyone there.

Justified.

The prospects from both clubs moved to take care of the other body.

Thankfully with where the clubhouse was located, no one would be the wiser. Not with the land that was used for hunting about five miles away.

Standing there, I felt a tear trail down my cheek. Gaston wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side, “Your old man was the best man I ever had the pleasure of knowing. Well, I thought that. Now, the man you gave your heart to… You did good, darlin’. Your old man would be fucking proud of you. I fucking am.”

“Thank you, Gaston. That means the world to me,” I told him.

“Sure, you don’t want to move back home?” Gaston asked as I chuckled and shook my head.

“Try it, fucker. Deck won’t be the only one receiving a bullet from me today,” Zeke said as he wrapped his arm around my waist and tugged me from Gaston’s side.

Smiling, I curled my body into his and then looked up at him to see him still glaring daggers at Gaston.

Pinching the little fat on his side to get him to stop glaring, Zeke laughed, then looked down at me, brought his hand to the side of my face, and wiped a stray tear from my cheek with his thumb.

With my heart staring back at me from his eyes, I whispered, “I love you, Zeke.”

He winked at me, “I love you too, Angel.”

“Gaston?” Felicia called out.

He smiled and then asked, “Yeah, gorgeous?”

She looked down at our boy and said two words, “It’s time.”

I didn’t know what she meant by that, but when Gaston simply nodded, then pulled the colors from his back, and looked at his V.P., they shared a silent nod in understanding.

I looked between Felicia, Gaston, and then back to Felicia, and asked, “What’s going on?”

She smiled wide, “Well, ever since you left, Gaston and I have talked about this. He wasn’t the only one that saw you as his daughter. So do I. So, if you’ll have us, we will be moving to Tennessee, and we would be honored if we are in this sweet little boy’s life and any other grandbabies y’all bless us with.”

Luckily for them, neither one of us remembered that I missed my appointment for the birth control shot almost a year later.

Whoops…

Epilogue

Zeke

Sitting there in the waiting room, I waited for them to call me back so I could be in the room with Savannah.

This shit shouldn't have happened again.

The same fucking thing.

Only this time, I told them I would be in that room with them.

And thankfully, our baby was born at thirty-four weeks, so it wasn’t as much of a shock.

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