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“You’re nothing. Bull will be fucking king and then when he realizes what a piece of shit you are, you’ll be six feet under.”
He was always saying that shit. Always telling him he wouldn’t be good enough for Bull. How his brother would end his life.
Grant waited, holding onto Wanda so she didn’t expose them. His girl seemed to know there was danger. He would fucking kill them if they hurt his dog.
He waited. Patiently waited.
And then, they climbed into a big black truck with blacked-out windows and took off. Grant didn’t move. This was one of those times he knew he had no choice but to stay down or risk getting caught. He’d made this mistake himself, once before with his father. Hiding so he didn’t know he’d snuck into the club and headed to the basement.
The basement had been the only place that was off limits to the boys of the Prez. Grant had watched Bull go down to the basement and he’d seen every single member of the club go down as well. Most of the time, they came back up laughing at something, so Grant had figured there was something fun down there. Seeing as his father was already a bastard to him, he figured his dad just didn’t want him to have any fun.
It wasn’t that.
No, it had been where the Chaos and Carnage MC had taken their enemies. Grant had watched them torture a man until he was close to death. His dad must have known he was there, because he pretended to leave, and Grant attempted to make his escape, only he’d been there, waiting. That day, his father had said it was time for him to become a man.
At ten years old, Grant had never told another living soul. This had stayed between him and his old man, but that day he’d ended another man’s life. He wasn’t allowed to leave the basement, and even though he’d been scared and terrified, he had held that knife and at his father’s enraged instruction, he’d slit the guy’s throat.
Later that week, his dad had informed him that he’d killed an innocent man, and from that day forward, he had to do whatever his dad told him. Otherwise, he’d hand his son over to the cops. The memory was so clear. Even though that was over twenty years ago, Grant recalled the fear.
Every time he picked him up from school, Grant had to wonder if his dad had told anyone. The fear had eaten him up, threatened to kill him with it, and then, when he couldn’t stand it any longer, he’d found it easier to be mean—to hurt Maddie, to be cruel to everyone around him.
Some kids had gravitated toward him. They liked to think he’d been cool. The truth was, Grant had needed to survive.
His own father had fucked with his head. Messed him up. And now it was up to him to get himself out of the shit.
Minutes passed, maybe even hours, before he got to his feet and started to head toward the garage. That was where his brother would be. He still had to keep functioning, even if he had his woman in lockdown.
Grant thought about Aria. She was safe for now. He had to protect her.
Rather than think about what he’d just seen, he thought about last night, feeling her pussy against his palm. She’d been so tense as he touched her. He couldn’t believe no one else had touched her. No one had taken the time to explore her precious body. She was untouched and he couldn’t believe how fucking aroused he was at that knowledge. Aria was all his. And he wanted to give her the fucking world.
He wanted to show her how good it could be between them. To feel him. To feel them. She’d been so wet, and even though he’d wanted to take her jeans down, expose her pussy, and lick her fucking clean, he hadn’t. No, he’d rubbed her clit, staring into her eyes, watching every reaction, learning her responses as he touched her. She drove him wild.
It hadn’t taken much to make her come. A few strokes of his fingers, but when he was more than happy to just hold her, Aria had asked him to come. To show her what he liked. That was hot as fuck.
He’d worked his dick, staring at her, wanting to be balls-deep inside her, but he’d taken his sweet time, sliding up and down his length, and when he’d gotten close to release, he’d warned her seconds before flooding her tits with his cum. It had been one of the hottest nights of his life.
He had fucked so many women, but none of them had meant anything to him. Aria did, and he knew everything he shared with her would have meaning.
Chapter Nine
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Bull asked, shoving him across the room. The door to his office was already closed.
Grant wasn’t interested in fighting his brother. If he needed that kind of shit, he went to the ring. There were times he wanted to hurt his brother and even goaded him, but rarely did he actually hit Bull.
“I was fucking walking in town with my dog.”
They had left Wanda outside by the door. He didn’t know if she would have tried to go for his brother.
“Prez, you need to calm down,” Pat said.
“Why are you even here?” Grant asked. “Is your head so far up his fucking ass you don’t know what you’re supposed to be doing?”
Pat never showed any sign of his words insulting him. Not once. He just stood and took it. All the freaking time. It was so annoying. Pat was ex-military, and he knew the man was deadly. He also knew he kept a lot of secrets. He never talked about his time serving his country.
“Enough, Grant.”
There was so much more he wanted to say but now wasn’t the time. He wasn’t in the mood to fight with his brother, the first time ever, but this was serious.
