Page 120 of Craving Theodora
“And Granger?” I asked.
“He didn’t survive the reorganization,” he replied.
“It’s over,” Grandpa Dragon informed me. “Completely.”
I fell back against the wall in relief.
“You can let Teddy know that Granger is dead,” he said, rising to his feet. “Word has spread far and wide at this point.”
“Yeah, I will.”
“I’m goin’ home while Brenna’s still in bed,” he grumbled.
“Gross,” Draco muttered quietly next to me.
“Be glad you’ve got my genes,” our grandfather replied as he walked out of the room. I wasn’t sure how the hell he’d even heard it. “Maybe you’ll still be fuckin’ your woman when you’re my age.”
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned in disgust as Grease and Casper laughed.
“Not a fuckin’ word,” my dad ordered, pointing at them as he shoved Draco and me toward the door. “Had about all I can take.”
His hand landed on my shoulder, and he gave me a gentle shake as we grabbed our phones.
“Safe,” he told me, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “Now, just gotta live your life.”
“That’s the plan,” I replied.
Draco slung his arm over my shoulders as we headed for our bikes. The sun was barely rising on the horizon, and the air was filled with the sound of Harley pipes as the brothers headed for home.
“Hey, Curt,” Draco said cautiously as we separated. “Got somethin’ to tell you.”
“Shit,” I mumbled, turning to look at him as I climbed onto my bike. “What?”
“Roxanne, you know?”
“My car? Yeah, I know it,” I said in exasperation.
“It was all of us.”
“What?”
“The club bought it,” he said with a small grin. “Stored it in that huge shop that Woody and Cecilia have on their property.”
“No shit?” Surprise making my voice go all high.
“Figured you might still be wonderin’ about it,” he said with a shrug. “I just wanted you to know that we’ve got you, yeah? Even when you weren’t here.”
“Already knew it,” I informed him.
“Sure, you did,” he said sarcastically, starting his bike.
We rode home side by side, and I waved at him as I pulled into the driveway. By the time I’d parked and pulled my shit out of my saddlebags, Uncle Will was coming out of the house.
“Thanks,” I said quietly.
“Pay me back by comin’ to dinner. Reb hasn’t seen you since it all went down, and she’s worried.”
“I will,” I replied. “I didn’t know if she should see the kids when they were—”
