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CHAINS-Enforcer

It’s been a day and I can’t believe how much these motherfuckers have gotten done. Even though I think this whole idea is a crock of shit. But because my Winnie wants us to work together with all the brothers to get our shit done, that’s what we’re doing. Damn, I was even willing to pay for a cleaning crew to come in and wipe this out quickly. Maybe even use the one Fury and Abby have had at both their home and on some of Abby’s remodeling projects. Everyone was against it and most of the brothers didn’t want to have strangers in the clubhouse, which I didn’t understand. We ain’t into bad shit or not as involved anyway. So brothers and prospects have been cleanin’ the kitchen, great room, bar area, bathrooms, and outside area where the kitchen is. Some of the prospects got an idea to rip shit out and replace it with new stuff. Got to say it looks one-hundred-percent better, though it’s for one dinner. Stupid if you ask me, though no one will because they must see it on my face. Looking around, it really is coming together, thank God, ‘cause in less than two days it goes to Emmie. God save us if it doesn’t meet her expectations, though it seems since the triplets our prez’s ol’ lady has calmed down a hell of a lot. Probably ‘cause she’s got other stuff to keep her busy, thank Christ.

Having to take a piss, I walk to the bathroom to see Bullet, Dingo, and Velvet in the bathroom fuckin’ painting it. Are you kidding me?

“What the ever-lovin’ shit are ya three doing? And why a dull green, for Christ’s sake? It’s a biker club, maybe black or deep blue but green? Who picked this color?”

None of my brothers say a word but when Bullet looks around me, I figure that I’ve put my foot in my mouth. So I slowly turn to see Winnie with Luna May in her arms, standing behind me, both with grumpy pouts on their faces. Great, I guess I now know who picked out the color. Walking toward my girls, it’s not Winnie but little Luna May who puts her hand out to me with all of her attitude.

“Daddy Nicky, you no like the color me and Mommy picked out? It’s supposed to be relaxing like a spa, right, Mommy?”

Winnie is trying to hold in a smile, which she can’t, so she leans toward our girl, planting a kiss on our daughter’s head.

“That’s right, kiddo, spa like color. Maybe Daddy doesn’t like it because it’s too light? He usually likes dark colors so that could be it. Is that why you don’t like it, Nicky?”

Hearing my wife, ol’ lady, or woman, call me Nicky has me gettin’ hard in places I have no business doing in front of our kid or my brothers, and Winnie knows it by the cocky smirk on her face. So she wants to play, I can do that too. Putting some dominate behind my voice, I give an order.

“Woman, tonight you’ll feel my disappointment in that look I just saw.”

Winnie drops her head looking sorry, though not Luna May.

“Daddy Nicky, how about our disappointment in you not liking our color? It’s two against one, so we win. No talking to Mommy, trying to make her sad. I’ll tell Daddy Jackson on you for being a big meanie.”

That little snot, I think to myself. She’s gonna be such a handful growing up, but I don’t want it any other way. I grab her from Winnie and lift her up above my head, and she squeals like crazy. I gently put her on her feet, so she takes off to follow the other women into the kitchen area. She’s gettin’ a bit big for her britches, I think to myself. Winnie doesn’t agree with me, that’s for sure.

“Nicky, don’t try to keep Luna May sheltered and down, please. She needs to stretch her wings and fly. We’re here to help and support her, that’s all. Now, how are things looking? This room is fantastic and after we decorate and get the tables set, it will be perfection, I’m sure. Emmie told me to pick the color for that bathroom, sorry if you don’t like it. That was the only one Luna May and I agreed on. Jackson said it reminded him of a spa back in New York. After the holidays, if you really don’t like it, we can repaint it, though give it a chance. We are changing the faucets and lights too. You might be surprised, Nicky, when it’s all done.”

Grabbing her close, I smash my lips to hers as she moans into my mouth. Can’t do much here in the main room with everyone coming and going, but I can let her feel how much I love and need her by my side. When I pull her closer, she melts into me, opens her mouth, and lets her tongue battle with mine. My God can this woman kiss.

“Oh man, again? Can’t any of you adults hang out without kissing and making out? Totally gross.”

Hearing Talon, one of Abby’s twins, mouthing off, we both chuckle. Damn, have those boys grown. I mean, they are driving on permits. It’s only right around the corner before the roads won’t be safe any longer when they get their licenses, I think to myself. I can’t comprehend that Talon and Rogue are young men when I don’t feel like I’ve aged at all. Ain’t fair.

Lifting my head, I go to give Talon some shit when I see his eyes following the new sweet butt as she goes to leave. When she hits the door, she turns and her eyes instantly find his then she gives a little wave. Oh fuck, gonna need to talk to Fury. He’s gotta get that kid some condoms and quick. Winnie is also watching and she’s got a grimace on her face.

“What’s botherin’ ya, lil Momma?”

“It’s that girl, Nicky. She did the same thing the other day though with Rogue. I worry she’s going to play the twins against each other for, well you know, her goodies.”

Damn, this woman cracks me up. I lean down and place a gentle kiss on her lips that I can tell surprises Winnie. I’m not the gentle one.

“I’m gonna have words with Fury, and I’ll mention what you just said. Those boys will, I’m sure, have women tryin’ to play them against each other. Hopefully, they’re as smart as we give them credit for. Now whacha need me to do? And I don’t hate the paint color, Winnie, but ya hit it on the head, I like dark and moody colors.”

My ol’ lady leans into me as we watch the work being done, I can almost imagine Emmie’s vision. This is definitely gonna be the shit when it’s done. Actually gettin’ a little excited, and that weirds me out. Yeah, definitely gettin’ either soft or, worse, old. Just as that thought enters my head, Winnie and I are hit from the side by our little hurricane. Lookin’ down, Luna May has her arms stretched out, tellin’ me she wants to be lifted up. Our girl gets a little jealous of her mommy when either Jackson or I are hugging on Winnie. Now is a good time to nip it in the bud.

“Baby girl, it’s your mommy’s time for lovin’. I’ll pick ya up in a few minutes.”

Her mouth instantly goes into her famous little girl pout, which she’s perfected since she came to live with us. I can feel Winnie shaking, trying to hold in her giggles, when she snorts. Oh shit, here it comes, and does it ever. My ol’ lady pulls outta my arms, bending over with the giggles, snorts, and an occasional hiccup. Luna May is watching her mommy like she’s nuts, but I’m just enjoying seeing Winnie being herself, free and crazy.

“Well, now that Mommy’s done gettin’ her lovin; it’s my turn. Pick me up, Daddy Nicky.”

Well, I’ll be damned, this munchkin just turned my own words against me. Winnie can’t even breathe; she’s laughing so hard. I’m fucked either way with these two females in my life. Looking to the hallway, my mouth drops open when I see my man leaning against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other, with his arms crossed over his broad as fuck chest, a sexy smirk on his face watching us, his family. I immediately know when Winnie catches sight of him because she stops giggling, and it’s like her whole body goes on alert. That man does that to both of us, for Christ’s sake. So absorbed into Jackson when Luna May slaps my thigh, I let out a whomp, which has her giggling.

“Come on, Daddy Nicky, pick me up give me my lovin’, I gots stuff to do.”

Looking down, it dawns on me how very grateful I am for having this handful, spirited little munchkin in my life. It was already full when I finally removed my head from my own ass and let both Jackson and Winnie in. Now we are a complete family and, damn, am I lovin’ it. Pulling my girl up to me, I love on her with kisses on her neck, cheeks, and lips, which has her squirming around like a worm while tee-heeing like a hyena. Feeling eyes on me, I glance around until my eyes meet Stitch’s intense stare. When he realizes I’m watching him watch me, he grins and raises a hand at me. Before I can wave back or give him a chin lift, little Luna May follows my eyes and gives a one-hundred-percent girly wave, which has my brother grinning. Yeah, kids do a lot for a damaged soul, that’s for sure. I’ve watched Stitch come around with having first Damien and now Joey in his life, not to mention his ol’ lady Grace. Our club is not only trying to go down the path of righteousness but also, we are, hate to say it, getting soft in a way. We’ve opened ourselves up to having families, which can also give our prior enemies opportunities to use these special folks in our lives against us. We’ve been down that road numerous times but personally, it’s worth it. I’d be dead for sure without my family, and I’m sure my brothers could say the same thing.

Two little hands land not so gently on my cheeks, right before Luna May’s lips touch mine.

“Let me down, Daddy Nicky. Gotta go helps the women so we can be ready on turkey day.”

Gently I place her two little feet on the floor and before I release her, she takes off running toward the kitchen before turning around shouting out her orders.

“Well, come on, Mommy, whatcha waitin’ for. We gots work to do.”

Can’t help it, I bust out laughing at Little Miss Bossy Pants. I can hear Jackson chuckling as he makes his way to Winnie and me. The air goes electric the closer he gets to us. That son of a bitch, he’s the only one who can squeeze the submissive side outta me. I feel my body hardening as I watch Winnie’s nipples stiffen right under my eyes. When I peek at Jackson, he already knows what he’s doing to the both of us, it’s in his eyes. Great, in the middle of our great or common room, I’m sporting a massive hard-on. Gotta get control, the place is squirming with kids all over. Jackson moves into Winnie, pushing her my way so she’s between the two of her men. She gasps and just hearing that, I’m a goner. This right here is what I’m grateful for, but doubt Emmie wants me to say this at Thanksgiving ‘cause then all the parents would need to explain why Uncle Chains, Auntie Winnie, and Uncle Jackson like being together in a threesome. I almost howl with laughter as all the ol’ ladies’ faces flash in my head. Yeah, that would be priceless to watch them stumble, trying to explain what a polyamorous relationship is.

“Not funny, Chains. Grace would have your ass, as you already know.”

I jump because Stitch’s voice is right behind me and he scares the shit outta me. Good thing is, my hard-on disappeared. Bad thing is, how the fuck did he sneak up on me? Hearing him softly laughing, I look behind me to see he has his eyebrows up.

“Ya know how I did it. You were thinkin’ with the wrong head, brother. Now gotta get my ass moving before my ol’ lady starts calling, looking for me. Have you seen the little shit Damien around? The older he gets the more he manages to disappear, right before my eyes.”

I can see Damien sneaking up on his dad and watch as he gets right behind Stitch before he grabs his sides, squeezing tightly. It startles Stitch so much; he turns in such a defensive way that I let Winnie go and pull my brother’s back to my front. Lil Damien’s mouth drops open and his eyes get big as he steps back and scrunches down at the same time.

“Dad, I’m so sorry, was just goofing around. Don’t be mad.”

I feel Stitch relax then he scrunches down in front of Damien, pulling him close.

“Damn, kid, you got me good this time. I blame your uncle Chains, as I had all my attention on him. Good job, little buddy.”

Again, I’m starting to get why Emmie wants us all to take time for what we’re grateful for, because just about everyone in the Grimm Wolves has changed once they let people into their lives. Now I’m actually gettin’ excited for turkey day, as Luna May calls it, ‘cause I want to hear what the brothers come up with; why they’re feeling grateful. Stitch turns, looks at me, and smiles. This motherfucker needs to stay outta my head. Then I hear Damien and that’s it, I’m done with these two.

“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.