Page 19 of Sparrow's Grace


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Fucking asshole, never would I say that to his face, though. I enjoyed breathing a little too much.

Instead, I said, “Alright, I got a key under the mat at the front door. Can you have the ol’ ladies drop off anything they have into the empty room near the second bedroom to the right? That’ll be the nursery. The room beside it, that’ll be her room… for now.”

“Alright, brother. But you know they won’t give that woman and baby hand me down shit.” He barked out another laugh.

“Figures. Just let me know how much they spend, and I’ll reimburse them,” I said, and that got him laughing his ass off. I wouldn’t be getting any receipts either.

Pocketing my phone, I lifted my head when I heard them returning to the room.

Offering a chin lift at Monroe, I took the bag he handed me just as they wheeled Savannah back into the room.

“Mind if I meet her?” Monroe asked.

“You say one thing to her that crosses the line and having a beer bottle thrown at your face will be the least of your worries,” I growled.

That was the only warning he would ever be getting from me.

He nodded and then followed me into her room.

When she looked up after getting settled on the bed, she had a soft smile on her face when she asked, “Still here, I see?”

“Promised you, Angel, I would be here when you got back. Meant that,” I told her as I settled myself into the chair beside her bed, unwrapped my cheeseburger, and dug in.

“Were you that hungry?” She asked as I finished off my burger in five bites.

“Yes ma’am. I was headed to the diner when this all happened. Hadn’t had anything to eat today,” I told her but didn’t think to check how that would sound to her.

And I knew that when she said what she said next.

“I’m sorry. I really should have been paying more attention.” With that, she looked down at her folded hands.

Shoving my trash onto the table, I stood from my chair, placed one finger underneath her chin and gently lifted her face so her eyes could look in mine when I whispered, “Don’t you fucking dare go there, darlin’. It’s not anyone’s fault but mine and the son of a bitch behind me who honked his horn for me to move.”

And I planned on having Greek tap into the street cams and get me the name of the driver. I would be paying him a visit… later.

That was when I heard Monroe clearing his throat. Asshole.

Pulling away from Savannah, I said, “Angel, this is Monroe. He’s a brother. Monroe, this is Savannah.”

I saw the gleam in his eyes and knew he was about to say something I didn’t like. “Can I call her Angel too?”

I growled, “That name for her comes out of your mouth, and what I promised you earlier will happen.”

He nodded, then held his hands up in surrender.

“What are you two talking about?” she asked.

I looked back at her and said, “Monroe has a tendency to speak before he thinks about how it comes across to other people. Just warning him not to piss me off.”

“Anyway, it’s an honor to meet you, Savannah,” he told her softly and with a smile I’d seen him use on a few of the club girls.

And I didn’t like it. Not one fucking bit.

Before I could ream him a new asshole, my phone pinged. I checked it, and saw the group message Powers sent out.

Powers –Heads up, Zeke claimed Savannah.

Once I read it, I pocketed my phone, crossed my arms over my chest, and smiled at Monroe when his, too, went off.

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