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“Uncle Chains, that’s not nice. Dad can’t help it; be glad he has those skills as he tells me it’s saved your…”

He looks around first then, stands on his toes and whispers, “…ass on more than one occasion. Not my words, his.”

Stitch just shakes with laughter as I grin down at Damien. This boy has been through hell and still surprises me daily. I ruffle his hair then turn to my wife and husband, who are watching us both with gentle smiles on their faces. Yeah, life is good.

CHAPTER FOUR

FURY-Vice President

Watching Talon and Rogue, it’s so apparent how much the twins have grown, though they still have a shit ton of kid in them. Currently, they are trying to get Calum and Rider to clean up the kitchen with the buckets of Murphy’s Oil Soap. To my utter surprise, both of the younger boys are pushing back, so I’m figuring the twins are gonna be stuck with that job. Good for Calum and Rider to have found their backbone against those two terrors. It wasn’t that long ago when Talon and Rogue ruled the roost of all the kids in our club. They bossed and ordered them around like peasants. I finally had to have a conversation with my ol’ lady to rein her boys back in. Yeah, biologically they aren’t mine, but couldn’t love them anymore if we shared blood. Been with them since they were little and, literally, I’d die for either or both of them, though there have been plenty of times in the past I’ve thought of killin’ them. Trouble with a capital T, that’s for sure. Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, I pull it out, and smile seeing it’s Abby.

“Hey, sexy Momma, what’s up?”

“Hello, Hot Stuff, the twins wear you out yet?”

As we catch up on our day, my mind wanders for some reason to before this phenomenal woman was in my life. Fuck, don’t think about my family much anymore but if Abby hadn’t entered my life, I’d be a dead man walking. My father is a total prick and wanted me to follow in his footsteps and I almost fell into that trap, going to medical school and all. It wasn’t for me, what I do with my brothers and the Grimm Wolves club is what I’m supposed to be doing. Being Brick’s vice president is the perfect job for me. We complement each other and he trusts me and my opinion, which I never got with my old man. He loved making us kids feel stupid and inferior to him. By the time I figured it out, our mom was a shell of herself. Abby came into my life like a fresh breath of air, and my father hated her immediately. She didn’t bow down to him and refused to kiss his ass. He called her white hillbilly trash and had nothing good to say about her two young twin sons either. She never once said a bad thing about my family, the only words we had was her telling me I needed to find a way to put myself and my needs first. That’s all it took. Hearing her calling my name, I know my mind has wandered.

“Yeah, Momma, I’m here. Something ya need or just checking in?”

She goes on to tell me that if Emmie or Grace show up at the clubhouse to let them know she is going to be late, but if they want, she can pick up some food as they get started on the upcoming club dinner. She told me to get a list of what everyone wants after I decide where she’s going because as she tells me, “I’m not running to two or three different places, so rein in the kids and your brothers. I don’t mind stopping, but had a very long day and I’m already tired, Hot Stuff.” We talk for a few minutes then she tells me she loves me and hangs up. Those three words mean the actual world to me. How I got so goddamn lucky, I’ll never know. Lookin’ around, I see Talon so I call him over. I tell him his mom is going to stop at the gyros place in town and I need him to go around and grab everyone’s orders. I see he’s about to argue and I put my hand in his face.

“Son, don’t even go there. Rogue did all of your chores for some reason last week; don’t think I didn’t see it happening. Not sure why, but that’s between the two of you. Well, until it’s not, but for now do as your told without arguing. Your mom’s tired, had a long day, and is being kind enough to grab some grub. Help her out.”

His head drops for a split second then he lifts it and gives me a chin lift. When the fuck did they grow up? Sixteen and we are at eye level. By the time they stop growing, I’ll have to look up at these two pains in my ass. Shit, I’m gettin’ old and that thought scares me a lot. Need to talk to Jackson, make sure my affairs are in order. Knowing my father like I do, if something happens, he’ll rock the boat until it tips over, the asshole.

Looking around, the clubhouse has never looked as good. No, that’s not right. When Emmie first hooked her star to Brick, she had the entire clubhouse remodeled. Though since then with the annual updates it’s not had such a thorough cleaning for quite a while. Hearing laughter, I shift to see Bullet and Spitfire in each other’s arms, oblivious to everyone around them, smiling and giggling at something. That brother has come such a long way, and I credit it to that woman in his arms. Abby and I have spoken about her and she’s one of the people you meet and immediately fall in love with. She’s a Southern belle with an accent; half the time I have no idea what she’s actually trying to say. She might look tiny and frail but when we ran into some trouble years ago, she stepped right up to the plate. Jackson tells the story repeatedly about Spitfire helping him hold down the fort at his house when assholes tried to invade it and kidnap our women and children. As he tells it, he said she could shoot as good—if not better—than most of us, and he had to try and close his ears off to her Southern way of talking ‘cause it was so distracting. God help us, she’s a tornado within our club, but she saved our brother Bullet and that’s all that matters. They’ve been together now for a couple of years and Bullet lives in the apartment above our garage, as do some of the other prospects. Spitfire spends a lot of time there, but recently she took over a studio in Stitch and Grace’s house to help out with their new baby, Joey. That little girl is beyond precious and the work helps Spitfire pay for school loans. I know Bullet was disappointed she didn’t move in with him, but she’s a good old-fashioned girl. I know this because as far as I know, they’ve not had sex. It’s a heavy topic with these gossiping men and they seem to give Bullet all kinds of shit because of it. Well, that was until Spitfire heard about the constant picking on her man and she chewed out the brothers’ asses. Since then, they’ve not said a word to Bullet. From what I heard, she told the brothers that Bullet, or as she calls him by his given name, Tim, has respect for her boundaries. She pointed out some of the players in the club, which shut them up immediately. Yeah, it’s a roller coaster in this club with the brothers, their ol’ ladies, and the rugrats running all around. Hearing my name, I turn to the door to see Joy with Will’s carrier in her arms, Cathy with George’s, and Emmie bringing up the rear with Hazel’s carrier hung from her arm. Don’t know how that woman does it, three kids at the same fuckin’ time. I know when Abby and I got together, the twins were almost the death of me. My eyes take in Emmie’s mouth dropping open as she looks around the main room and sees all the worker bees cleaning up the place. It takes less than a minute for her eyes to fill up and tears to start to run down her face. This is what Brick walks into, and to watch his face when he sees his ol’ lady crying fills my heart with joy. My brother and Emmie are perfect for each other. Its grumpy dude meets sunshine woman, and the rest is history. He rushes to her side, grabs Hazel, looks in, placing a kiss on his daughter’s forehead, as her one foot kicks her daddy in the chin. Emmie laughs and all is good again. Everyone rushes to see the triplets, who are growing like weeds. I love all those kiddos, but George has a special place in my heart as he shares my name as his middle one. When Brick shared that with us, I almost fell on my ass. To honor someone by naming your kid after them, what a fuckin’ honor. I make my way to the crowd and push toward Cathy. She sees me, smiles, bends over, removes George from the carrier, and pushes everyone outta the way while she hands him to me. His eyes watch me and when I blow a raspberry on his belly, he screeches with joy. That is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. Chains has Will and Stitch has Hazel. Yeah, bad as fuck one-percent bikers cooing over some babies. If our enemies could see us now. Brick leans into Emmie and we all wait as he asks her how the place is looking. She places a hand on his cheek, which he leans into. Yeah, she’s got him wrapped around her little finger, for sure.

“Mike, my God, I don’t recognize the place at all. I’m totally shocked. I can’t thank everyone enough. Between our families and some of the neighborhood families and townsfolk, we are going to have a full house. Oh, wait a second, Chains, how many did you say might show up? Need to know as soon as you can because I have little gifts for everyone and want to make sure not to leave anyone out. Well, as you all know me, I’ll have some extras to play it safe. So back to business, when will the cleaning be done? I’m meeting with the women to plan our menu and what we will be doing the two to three days before Thanksgiving. Don’t forget to have something personal and real to be grateful or thankful for. Don’t try and skirt around it because, as I told Mike, I’ll call each and every one of you on the carpet. This is my favorite holiday, no, let me finish. Yeah, I love Christmas but Thanksgiving is all about what we have and being grateful. So fill me in on what’s left.”

Damn, Emmie is our Energizer Bunny, for sure. Feeling a hand on my face, I look down to see little George Wyatt as he punches my chin with one hand, while shoving the other in his mouth. Growing up way too fast, that’s for sure. After Emmie had the triplets, Brick called Chains, Jackson, Winnie, Abby, and me to the house, along with Bubba and Momma Molly. They wanted to make sure if something was to happen to them both, we as a group would promise to take care of their children and make sure they stayed close together. We all swore on our lives that they had no worries, though nothing was going to happen to them, we’d all make sure. Kids change everything in your life when they appear. Our club is better for all the little ones who are in it. Makes all the brothers a little bit more human. I clear my voice to grab everyone’s attention.

“Hey, Talon is going around to get your orders for that gyros place in town. Abby is gonna stop there to grab some grub for all of us. And she’s only stopping there, so don’t get any fucking shit, I mean, no ideas of having her run all over town. Now me and this handsome little boy are gonna catch up since I’ve not seen him in like two whole days.”

Everyone laughs as George and I make our way to the brand-new, I guess you call it a sitting area. It’s off to the side in an alcove with two couches and a huge chair. Plopping down, I look up to see Chains has followed and sits across from me with Will in his arms. Though his little princess, Luna May, stomps next to him pouting, while looking at the child in her daddy’s arms. Well, until her other daddy picks her up then throws her high above his head. Never thought I’d see Chains, Winnie, and Jackson so open in their relationship. Luna May is the perfect addition, as she has a little bit of all three of her parents in her. God help all of us, I think to myself.

Leaning back, I breathe in that baby scent thinking that Brick’s ol’ lady is right, we all have shit to be thankful for. I’m holding one in my arms right now.

CHAPTER FIVE

BRICK-Prez

Fuck, not sure where my ol’ lady gets all that energy. I’m wiped just watchin’ her. For Christ’s sake, she’s not stopped since she walked into the clubhouse yesterday with our three kiddos. Her and the ol’ ladies had a meetin’ of the minds, which is funny ‘cause there are like two groups of ol’ ladies. The OG who are Emmie, Abby, Winnie, Grace, Kathy, Momma Molly, and Odina. The younger generation includes Joy, Celee, Spitfire—though she rocks between both groups—and some of the sweet butts including Sweet Pea, if her and Tiny are back together, Jade, Roxy, and Venus. What a sight to see, all these strong as fuck women working together to make sure our club and family have a great holiday.

Hearing a sigh, I look from the recliner I’m sittin’ my ass in, in the rec room off our kitchen. Emmie is sitting, head buried in cookbooks, guessin’ she’s making herself a list. Told her all the brothers are simple guys, don’t make any fancy shit, but does she listen? Fuck no. Thanksgiving is the day after tomorrow and our house smells like a restaurant/bakery. Fury said his is the same way and all four of their refrigerators are packed full. Stitch and Damien came by earlier, thinking they could hang with the brothers in their apartment but got kicked the fuck out by Spitfire, Joy, and Celee. So the both of them stopped by our house, grabbed me and the triplets, and we went to the mall and walked around. Yeah, the Grimm Wolves president and a nomad with their kids walked around the mall. I was surprised Stitch didn’t have his daughter, Joey, but he told me Grace didn’t want to wake her from her nap. As Damien was playing in the kids’ section, the two of us sat down with the triplets—who were sleeping, thank God—and started shooting the shit. I learned that Stitch and Grace want more kids and are actively trying. Also, after the holidays, they are gonna reach out to Abby to help find them a bigger pad. Lots of changes in each brother’s life, I think to myself. Emmie and I are thinking of building a new house ourselves. Once these three kiddos start to grow, not gonna have any room.

By the time I get back home, bathe and feed our kids, and put them to bed, Emmie is still goin’. Time to step in and help my ol’ lady relax. I get up and walk toward her. When her eyes meet mine, she starts whining immediately.

“No, no, Mike, I don’t have time for that right now. Don’t, please, I’m overwhelmed as it is. I got pies in the double ovens, can’t mess them up because I’d have to start all over again. Wait, oh, that feels good, honey.”

Smiling to myself, I unbutton her top and push it down her arms, then grab her bra and open it one-handed. As soon as it falls from her shoulders, my mouth latches on to one of her tits. She throws her head back, moaning like crazy. Shit, has it been that long? No fuckin’ way. I’m lucky if I can go a day or two without attacking this woman. Her hands are running up and down my back under my T-shirt and I feel her nails leaving marks already. I lean down, smashing my mouth to hers, immediately pushing my tongue inside. There is no better taste than Emmie. As we go back and forth, I can feel her trembling, hanging on tightly to me. I can’t take her up to our bedroom because she’ll kill me if I mess up her pies, so I lift her in my arms and walk toward the sectional in the great room.

“Mike, no, put me down. I’m too heavy, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

I stop, put her down for a second, then bend over, push my shoulder into her stomach, and fireman lift. As soon as I have her where I want her, I crack her ass. She screeches my name.

“Woman, what did I tell ya about puttin’ yourself down? I like ya the way ya are. Need something to grab on to, not one of those skinny-ass women who I’d be afraid I’d break. Now when I put ya down, take off the rest of your clothes, Emmie. I’m not gonna last, need to feel your heat all around me. Don’t fight me, Sugar, I know ya want me too. Are you wet for me, Emmie?”

I gently put her down and she immediately starts taking her clothes off. I lift her chin, raise an eyebrow, and wait for her answer. My shy ol’ lady gives me a small grin and nods. Oh no, not playin’ that shit.

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