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Grant knew how to fend for himself. Bull was twelve years older than him, and when their old man was alive, he wasn’t exactly paternal in his affection. More often, he had to cook and take care of himself. He’d never told Bull the full extent of their dad’s shit parenting.
He wasn’t the kind of guy to moan, at least not about stuff that mattered. He wasn’t going to cry to his big brother because their daddy decided to use him as a human punching bag. That was just the shitty aspect of life. Nothing could change that.
Opening the fridge, he saw a bunch of colorful bell peppers and he grabbed them out immediately. Nothing else appealed, so he opened cupboards. He’d already spotted the onions and garlic on the counter. He found a can of tomatoes and some pasta.
He’d lied to Maddie about being able to cook. After Bull had tried to protect Maddie from the Vito Crew Cartel, Grant had offered to protect her. To do that, without giving away the fact he was still part of the club, he and Bull had come up with a plan to pretend that he had approached the Cartel for a peace offering. That shit never happened. Grant would never turn his back on the club, even if the club had turned their back on him. Sure, he hadn’t been the greatest VP, but he’d done his fucking best. Regardless of whether Bull pissed him off, he was still his brother and he wouldn’t see the man dead. He’d kill anyone who tried to harm Bull or the club. Even now.
“Are you okay?” Aria asked, stepping into the kitchen with Wanda beside her.
He forced a smile to his lips. “Yeah, fine.”
Grant quickly found the frying pans along with the pasta, cooking knives, and got to finely chopping the onion.
Aria took a seat at the kitchen counter. “It’s kind of weird having you cook for me.”
He chuckled. “Don’t you worry. You can cook for me next time.” He winked at her and she rolled her eyes. “How was the gym?” he asked.
“Hard but … good, I think.”
“You don’t sound so convinced there.”
“I don’t know. I’m just getting used to everything and it’s hard to have a guy helping me with all of this.”
“You know you could quit,” Grant said. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Not one bit.”
She began to laugh. “You don’t have to lie.”
“I don’t lie.”
“Grant, please. All my life I’ve been told, by my own parents, that I’m unfit and that I’m fat and unhealthy. Trust me, when you’re pushed out of your sister’s wedding photos because of the way you look—”
“Wait, what the fuck?” Grant asked.
She shrugged. “My mom didn’t like the way I looked, so she made sure I wasn’t part of them.”
“Fucking show me.”
He couldn’t believe the shit he was hearing and it was pissing him off. Who did that kind of shit?
Grant watched as she left but then it came to him. Of course, parents did that kind of shit. His own father was a piece of work. He stared around her kitchen and had to wonder about her life, about her.
Aria returned seconds later with a small photo in her hands and held it out to him. He took the picture and nearly fucking froze up. Shit. Fuck. Bastard. Cock. Cunt.
One look at the bride and he recognized her. He glanced up at Aria and then frowned. “This is your sister?”
“Yeah, her name’s Isabella,” she said.
He’d not gotten any names when they had fucked around several months ago. He didn’t know exactly when, but it was before he saw Aria at the veterinary clinic.
“Everyone loves her. She had men lining up wanting to marry her, but she fell in love with Michael.”
“How long were they seeing each other?” Grant asked.
“Not long.”
He nodded. But it still meant he fucked Aria’s sister while she was probably already engaged. Shit. This wasn’t good.
Staring at the photo, though, he saw what Aria meant. Her arm wasn’t even in the frame. No part of her was, and just seeing that pissed him off.
