Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
Grizz
Enough is enough.
“I’m ready to find him,” I growl.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Shark says.
“The fuck it ain’t!” I shout, pacing through the common room of the club house. “I have him on camera this time. I saw the fucker on my property. That alone should have him dead, never mind why he’s there.”
“Grizz—”
“He’s right,” Snapper says, interrupting his brother.
“The fuck?” Shark barks.
Snapper shrugs. “If this were me, I’d have done it already. You too.”
“As the VP—”
“No, see… that’s the problem,” Snapper explains calmly.
Always so calm, at least on the outside.
Crazy sits right under the surface. “We aren’t thinking like a club right now.
We’re thinking like friends. Like brothers and…
boyfriends or whatever the fuck you call yourselves.
Protectors, I guess. This isn’t about the club.
It’s beyond that.” He straightens his back.
“I bet anyone here would agree with you, and if the IR want to get pissed over this, over men who are scum, no longer part of their club, and doing the dirtiest shit known to man, then I’ll be here waiting for them to have words with—and I’ll wipe my ass with their treaty right in front of them. ”
“Fuck, Snapper,” I say. “Thanks, man.”
He gives me a small nod.
Shark scoffs. “So, what are you going to do then? Just shoot him? Where you going to hide the body? Ground is too cold for digging.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “I’m sorry. Do you think I’d let him get off so easily? You think I’m going to just shoot him? Fuck no. He’s going to suffer.”
“Well, it seems you already have a plan,” Shark mutters, scrubbing a hand down his face.
“I think about it every goddamn day.”
Shark looks between Snapper and me, then lets out a heavy sigh. “Look, I’m not telling you not to do it, not as your brother. But as the VP? You know I can’t agree with this. If I know nothing, it’ll be better. It’ll help in the long run with this treaty shit.”
“Fine,” I say, waving him off. “Whatever.”
“Don’t be mad at me, Grizz. I’m trying to help.”
“What do you need?” Snapper asks, typing on his computer. I ignore Shark and answer Snapper.
“Somewhere to keep the fucker for a while. Preferably with no heat and roaches. Or better yet—rats.”
“There’s the old hunting cabin in the woods by the Darby’s.”
I point a finger at him. “Now that sounds like a fucking plan.”
He closes his laptop. “I’ll go check on it. Text me a list of things you need. I’ll make sure they get there.”
“Perfect. And I’ll work on finding his ass.”
“You guys are unbelievable,” Shark says.
“Fuck no,” I argue, looking him right in the eyes. “I’m in love.”
I get a text from Snapper a few hours later, when I’m home, holding both my girls. Dorothea is cuddled into the crook of one arm, while my other is around Anastacia, her head resting on my lap. My cell is on the end table, but I see the text without clicking on it.
Snapper: Everything is ready.
Relief washes over me. Everything is falling into place. All I have to do now is find him and take him to the cabin. The rest… I’ll improvise. I’ll torture his ass for a few weeks, maybe a few months, and then I’ll kill him. Then, we can live in peace.
I love my family, and I would do anything for them.
These girls are my family now—my life. And if I thought I would do anything for my brothers in the club, well, I didn’t know a damn thing because I would raze this entire fucking world to keep my girls safe.
And someone is about to see exactly what the fuck that means.
Anastacia told me to let it go; said she doesn’t want to think about it anymore.
She wants to move on. I should do the same, but I don’t work like that.
And maybe giving her the piece of mind that he’s gone and can never hurt her again will pull some weight off her shoulders that she didn’t realize was there.
She says she’s fine, but has she just been drowning for so long that she doesn’t know what it’s like to truly breathe?
Can she really just ignore all this shit?
It’s hard to believe. I know she’s strong, and I know she’s so focused on moving on, but that doesn’t mean fear and trauma isn’t buried deep in there.
It may come out one day, when she least expects it.
This could help with that. Knowing he’s gone and he will never come for Dorothea? That alone is worth what I’m doing.
Dorothea takes in a deep breath, letting out the sweetest little baby sound.
My heart grows, warming and beating for both of them—only them.
I didn’t think I could love someone so much, but my god, the way I feel right now…
everything is perfect. So goddamn perfect, and there is no way I’m going to let some fucking scumbag ruin it for me—or more than that, harm either one of them.
The floor creaks, pulling me from my thoughts. Tommy is walking toward us from the stairs.
“How is she?” I ask.
Kelsey still hasn’t been feeling great. She’s blaming it on the winter and not being used to the cold.
“A little better. Still doesn’t want to go to the doctor though.”
I shake my head. “Stubborn one.”
“One of the reasons I love her.” He stops in front of me, looking down at us with a smile. “You need some help?”
“Nah, I’m comfy.”
Chuckling, he leans over to ruffle my hair, knowing there’s nothing I can do about it.
“You’re a good man, Grizz. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”
He goes back upstairs to take care of his wife.
Tommy says he loves how stubborn she is, but he’s one cough away from shoving her in the car and driving her to the hospital.
She’s been throwing up every day for over a week.
She’s had bad headaches and can hardly get out of bed.
No temp though. And she can eat certain things and feel fine, but other things have her sick for hours.
I sit on the couch for a while longer, watching the TV on low volume. It doesn’t even matter that they’re both sleeping, just having them next to me, touching me, is the best thing ever. I didn’t know being next to someone else could feel this good.
Dorothea has been sleeping longer through the night. Anastacia still naps when she can and has been in a better mood because of it. I think we all have, now that we’re getting better sleep.
My back starts to ache, my arm going numb, so I guess it’s time to go to bed. I run my hand down Anastacia’s arm to wake her.
“Angel,” I whisper. “Hey.”
“Hm?” She shifts, looking up at me with sleepy eyes.
“Let’s go to bed.”
She blinks a few times, clearly still half asleep.
“Bed, Angel. Let’s go to sleep.”
She nods, sitting up. With her eyes half closed, she makes her way to our bedroom, me following after her. I turn into Dorothea’s room and lay her in her crib, then lean down to kiss her head. I wait a moment to make sure she’s still asleep.
“Good night, beautiful girl.”
I check that the front door is locked—twist lock, deadbolt, and chain—then head to my bedroom, taking off my shirt as I go.
I get down to my boxer briefs and slide into bed, the sheets cool against my skin.
I curl up behind Anastacia, pulling her against me.
She hums a happy sound, wiggling her ass against me, which my dick takes notice of.
Still, I close my eyes with the plan to go to sleep.
She’s tired; sex can wait. It can always wait.
It used to be a huge part of my life—drinking and fucking.
It was part of the club and what we did for fun and to pass time—it’s what all the other guys still do.
Well, all of them but Shark and Snapper.
Now? I think I could go without sex for the rest of my life, as long as I have Anastacia.
She fills parts of me I didn’t realize were empty—parts I was filling with meaningless things like sex and alcohol.
Cliche, I know. But it’s true. I’m fulfilled.
Happy. Sex is great and it feels amazing and I love it with Anastacia, but I don’t need it the way I once did. We have so much more than that.
But I am still a man, and she has a nice fucking ass that is now grinding against me—purposefully making me hard.
“Angel,” I growl, sliding my hand up her stomach and between her breasts to rest there. Her nails dig into my thigh, holding on as she pushes against me.
She tugs on my briefs to pull them down, then shoves her panties down. I lift her leg, and slide into her.
“So fucking wet…”
“Can’t help it.”
I rock into her slowly, touching every inch of her that I can. I kiss her shoulder, her neck. She sucks on my fingers and rides my cock, trying to make me pick up the pace but I’m enjoying going slow.
Fucking hard and fast is great but taking it slow and feeling every inch of her tight pussy around me is goddamn amazing. I find her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts, wanting to feel her come undone on my dick. It doesn’t take long, and her fluttering pussy has me coming right after.
We shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be so stupid. We should use condoms, take precautions, but… she feels too fucking good to stop.