Page 13 of The Secrets We Keep (Sovereign Sons MC: North Carolina #1)
GRAYSON
I revel in the feeling of Sophie’s arms around my waist. I can’t deny how right it feels to have her on the back of my bike with her arms wrapped around me. It feels like she never left. Like we never parted.
Her presence almost calms the anger brewing inside me. Almost. The rage that I feel towards Eric is boiling inside me, eager to escape.
The ride to the clubhouse is too short, and too long, all at once. I’m desperate to keep Sophie close to me but also chomping at the bit to beat the shit out of Eric.
I pull past the clubhouse gates and park beside the door.
Rowan parks beside me, looking just as pissed off as I am.
I climb off my bike and turn around to help Sophie.
My jaw tightens as I take in the bandage covering her arm.
How anyone feels comfortable hurting a woman is beyond me.
Sophie didn’t deserve this shit and I’m going to make sure that Eric pays for it.
I reach up and unbuckle her helmet, gently pulling it from her head and smoothing her blonde hair away from her face.
I place the helmet on one of my handlebars and then clasp Sophie’s hand in mine, leading her into the clubhouse, avoiding the main room at all costs.
I know that I’ll go straight after Eric, and I don’t want Sophie anywhere near the fighting.
When we get to my suite, I punch in the code and find Chef and Asher inside. I turn around to grab the papers from my brother who followed me knowing that I was about to blow up on Eric. I usher Sophie inside and step in after her.
Asher turns when he hears us. “Mama! Grayson!” He cheers as he runs over to us. He halts in his steps when he sees Sophie’s arm. “What happened mama?”
“I just got hurt at work,” Sophie grimaces. “I’m okay.”
Asher closes the distance between them and wraps his arms around her, making my heart clench. “I’m glad you’re okay, mama.”
“Me too, buddy,” she murmurs into his hair as she returns his hug.
Chef looks at me questioningly and my grim expression must give him all the answers he needs. He nods his head before I turn and storm from the room.
Rowan falls into step beside me as I rush down the stairs and into the main room.
Laughter fills the space as everyone jokes with the three assholes from Tennessee.
I don’t say a word as I approach, but my men know that something is about to go down from my demeanor.
They clear the way. Eric doesn’t know what’s happening until he turns in my direction.
The smile doesn’t even fully fall from his face before my fist connects with it.
I knock him to the ground and my knees follow, hitting the hardwood floor as I rain down punches. I hear arguing behind me and know that my men are holding back the other two assholes, but I don’t care about that. All I care about is serving justice.
“You think that you can touch what’s mine?” I yell as I land another punch to his jaw.
He makes a feeble attempt to punch me, but my anger and surprise work to my advantage. I land one final blow and the fight leaves him. The asshole slumps to the floor, knocked out.