Grave's Claim (Satan's Anarchy MC Book 5)

by Erin Osborne

  We pull up to the tattoo parlor and park our bikes in back. We’re the only ones allowed to park there and I’m thankful we don’t have to park amidst the traffic and people who don’t know how to park in front of the shop. As I make my way inside, I listen to my brothers laughing and joking. I’m just focused on getting my new ink done.

  “You sure you want her name on you?” Smokey asks me. “It’s for life, you know?”

  “Of course, I’m sure. Why the fuck would you ask that?” I ask him, stopping in my tracks and turning to face him.

  “Just makin’ sure, Grave. No disrespect meant,” he says, stopping in front of me.

  “Well, don’t. Vanessa and those kids are mine and it’s for life. She’s the only one I’ve ever felt this way about and I’ll do what I can to let the whole fuckin’ world know that. I’ve already got my ring on her finger, my name on her patch, and my baby in her belly,” I spew.

  Renegade and Smokey open their mouths in shock. Fuck! We weren’t telling anyone.

  “She’s pregnant?” Renegade finally asks.

  “Yeah. No one’s supposed to know yet. Don’t say a fuckin’ word or else I’ll beat the shit out of you. I don’t care if you’re my President,” I threaten.

  “I’m not sayin’ a word. I get it,” Renegade answers.

  “I won’t either. I didn’t hear you say a damn word,” Smokey mutters.

  Turning back around, I make my way in the shop. Ink is already waiting on us and I’m ready to get this done. As I get in his room, I take off my cut and hang it on the back of the door before pulling my shirt from my body. Sitting down in the chair, I don’t say a word as Ink grabs the stencil and prepares to put it on me.

  Renegade parks his ass in the chair in the room while Smokey goes to talk to one of the other artists here. He’ll be walking out with a new piece tonight. Smokey only talks when he’s got an idea for a tat he wants. If it doesn’t get done tonight because of time then it will be done within the next few days. He’s another one running out of room for new tattoos.

  “You ready?” Ink asks me.

  “Been ready,” I say, relaxing back into the chair as Ink does his thing.

  Renegade talks about non club business while we’re here. You never know who’s around to listen in so he talks about building another house on the compound for one of the other guys. And Bishop is talking about having one built now too. He doesn’t want to keep staying in the clubhouse, but wants to be close to the club. I’m not sure what’s going on with him, but he’ll let us know when he’s ready to. Maybe he’s found his own woman and wants to have a home for them to live in when he’s ready to take that step with her.

  “Renegade, when you gettin’ more ink?” Ink asks as he takes a small break to wipe me down.

  “Soon. I’m more than ready to get my next piece. I just have to figure out what I want. It’s for Tash and the kids so I want somethin’ I can have for all them,” he answers, not shocking me in the least with his answer.

  “Let me know if you need help with any ideas,” Ink says, picking up his tattoo gun again.

  The rest of the time I’m in the chair seems to fly by. It’s not like the tattoo is very big and there’s room to add on when I need to. And I’m definitely going to be needing to add on to the tattoo soon.

  Before I know it, he’s finally wiping me down for the last time and applying the crème to my new ink. I take a look in the mirror and let him snap his picture of it. He’ll take another one once it’s healed completely. I pull my shirt and cut back on before heading out in search of Smokey. Renegade and Ink stay in his office talking. They might be discussing something club related now because the door is shut behind me.

  As I suspected, I find Smokey getting a new tattoo. He’s getting the back of his arm done with the grim reaper. It’s not like he doesn’t have any other ones on his body. I think this is number three for him. Each one is different too. This one seems to be holding a scythe and going after a female dressed as a pinup model. There’s a motorcycle in the background and I see a man on the bike looking on. Smokey’s newest tattoo definitely has a different look to it and I wonder if he’s found someone he wants to be with but won’t take the chance.

  “I’m headin’ out. Renegade is still in with Ink. I’ll catch you guys later,” I say, walking out the back of the shop.

  As I climb on my bike, I pull out my phone to make sure Vanessa hasn’t messaged or called me. No one has, so I slide my phone back in my pocket and start my bike. Heading for home, I think about Vanessa and what she’s going to think of the newest addition on my body. She has no clue about it yet and I purposely didn’t tell her where I was going because I want to tell her about this one so bad. Now, I can just show her.

  When I get to the house, there’s no other SUV or anything in front. The front door is open and I can hear music coming from inside as I shut my bike off. Tyler immediately runs to the door and stops. He’s gotten really good about staying at the door when one of the guys or myself pull up. Yeah, he wants to look at the bikes, but he knows he can anytime he wants to. And he can see them from the doorway if I park just right.

  “You’re back!” he yells as I climb from my bike and head to the porch.

  “I’m back buddy,” I answer, reaching down to ruffle his hair as he follows me inside.

  “Hey, babe,” Vanessa says, pulling something out of the oven.

  “Hey Nessa. You okay?” I ask, noticing she looks a little tired.

  “Yeah. Been a long day is all,” she replies.

  “I want to show you somethin’,” I tell her, not wanting to wait.

  “What’s that?” she asks, turning to face me as Kayla runs in the room.

  I slide my cut off and hang it over the back of one of the chairs. Pulling my shirt over my head, I gently peel the cover from my ink as Vanessa gasps. She thinks I’m hurt and bandaged up. Well, I’m not hurt.

  When the new ink comes into view for her, Vanessa gasps again and begins crying. Tears stream down her face as I look on helplessly. I’m not sure if those are good or bad tears and I don’t want to say something to make her cry more so I stand still with my mouth shut. Instead of going over and pulling her into my arms.

  “I love it, Grave,” she finally says, walking up closer to inspect the ink.

  I got a large crown with Vanessa’s name directly under it on my chest. On each side of the large crown are smaller crowns. One has Tyler’s name on it and the other one is Kayla’s. There will be more added on when we have our other kids.

  “Why a crown?” Vanessa asks.

  “Because you’re my queen. You’ll always be my queen and I’ll always try to treat you as one,” I answer.

  “I love you so damn much, Grave,” she says, leaning up for a kiss.

  “I love you. Always,” I tell her.

  After giving Vanessa a kiss, I lean down so the kids can look at the tattoo. Tyler and Kayla are excited to see their names on me and they let me know by their endless chatter and trying to outdo the each other with their talking. Vanessa and I laugh at them and have them go get cleaned up for dinner while I throw my shirt in the washer and then get cleaned up myself.

  By the time we’re all at the table, Vanessa has all the plates ready to go and already at our seats. While we eat, Vanessa can’t stop staring at my chest. Usually, I’d say something to her about liking the view, but I know it’s not the right time. She’s never had what I’ve given her and today is just another reminder of that. It’s something I’ll never take for granted as I make sure she realizes her worth and the love I have for her.

  When we head to bed, Vanessa shocks the hell out of me. As I lay in bed and wait for her to emerge from the bathroom, I get comfortable. When Vanessa comes to bed, instead of getting in on her side, she walks to mine. I don’t move as I wait for her to make a move. I’m not sure what she plans, but I’ll take it. If the shy smile on her beautiful face is anything to go by, I’m going to enjoy whatever she does.

>   Vanessa slides the sheet from my body an inch at a time. When she exposes my hard cock, I place my hands behind my head. This show is all hers.

  There’s no words exchanged as Vanessa leans over and slides her mouth down my hard cock. She licks and sucks on the way back to the top while reaching down with her hand to my balls. As she’s bobbing her head on me, not playing any games or teasing me, she rolls my balls in her hand and pays attention to each of them.

  “So fuckin’ good baby,” I ground out after a few minutes.

  Vanessa moves her eyes up to mine. Once we’re locked on one another, neither one of us looks away. I don’t until I decide to make sure Vanessa gets her time too. I pull her body up on the bed and place her pussy directly over my mouth. She’s already soaking wet and ready for me as I stick my tongue out and swipe it through her center.

  With my cock still in her mouth, Vanessa moans out as I continue to lick from her opening to her clit. I only stop when I suck her clit in my mouth. Bringing down a hand, I slide a finger inside her and keep my mouth latched onto her clit. She’s becoming erratic in her movements. Vanessa is close as hell and I want to push her over the edge. So, I bite down on her clit and feel her body tighten above me.

  She pulls her mouth from my cock and yells out my name. I slowly slide my fingers from her pussy, but I don’t stop licking her pussy. Once I feel the last of the tremors leave her body, I roll her body to the bed. Yeah, I wanted this to be her show, but I just can’t.

  Once Vanessa is on the bed, I slide between her thighs and line my cock up with her pussy. In one move, I’m completely covered by her. I pause for a minute before sliding out of her body. Vanessa wraps her legs around my hips and digs her heels into my ass.

  “I need more, Grave,” Vanessa moans out.

  Picking up my pace, I slide in and out of her faster and harder. Vanessa never shies away from telling me what she needs in bed anymore. She always tells me what she wants and needs when we’re having sex. I love it. There’s no more hiding from her and she embraces what she needs me to do for her.

  “Christian!” Vanessa yells out as her release crashes over her.

  I thrust in her a few more times before I follow her over the edge. “Nessa. Always mine!” I growl out.

  Pulling her into my arms, we lay together until our breathing returns to normal. I run my hands up and down her back as she lays her head on the opposite side of my chest from the tattoo. Before I fall asleep, I make my way to the bathroom and clean up before getting a cloth to clean Vanessa up.

  She’s already fast asleep by the time I get back to bed, but I clean her up before tossing the washcloth toward the laundry basket in the corner. As I climb into bed, I pull Vanessa into my arms and fall asleep myself. I dream of my family and how it’s going to change as we add a new member.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Vanessa

  GRAVE HAD TO go on a run. He’s not happy about it either. Today is the first ultrasound for the baby and he doesn’t get to see it. So, Natasha is going with me while Hadliegh stays with the kids. Tyler and Kayla want to go to, but it’s not the time for them to come to the doctor’s office with me.

  He told me he accidently let it slip to Renegade and Smokey about the pregnancy. So, we decided to tell everyone. Now, the entire club knows and they’re all excited. I am too. We’re truly blessed to be surrounded by so many family members who love us and want the best for us.

  After getting a shower and getting ready for my appointment, I get Tyler and Kayla up and ready for the day. Because of the shitstorm with my parents, Hadliegh is coming here to watch the kids. We don’t want to take any chances with my parents trying to take my kids or anyone else’s in the club. So, this is the best option for now. I’m good with it because I don’t want to see any harm come to anyone involved in the club.

  Every single member is slowly becoming my family. They’re my family by choice and I couldn’t have chosen better people to have in my family. These men and women are loyal, caring, would do anything for the protection of those in the family, and there’s always someone willing to help one another out. it’s something I’m learning is the way people are supposed to treat one another. They’re not supposed to abuse them and treat them like shit because they only care about themselves.

  I’m cleaning up breakfast when there’s a knock on the door and Hadliegh and Natasha come walking in. I greet them and finish loading the dishwasher with the breakfast dishes before turning to my kids. They’re playing on the floor with Kora and vying to get her attention. It’s cute how she is with the younger kids, always wanting to help them and play with them when she’s around.

  “Tyler and Kayla, you be good for Hadliegh and Kora. I’ll be back home soon,” I tell them, bending down to give them kisses and hugs.

  “Okay, mama,” they both say.

  “I’m ready if you are,” I say, looking at Natasha.

  “Let’s head out,” she says, kissing her own children goodbye.

  “We’ll be good here,” Hadliegh says, locking the door behind us.

  Natasha and I make the trip to the doctor’s office and walk in. We talk about the guys being on a run because Renegade went on this one and Grave’s new tattoo. She sheds a tear over it.

  “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” Natasha gushes.

  “That’s what I thought until I asked him why he got it over his heart and not on the other side of his chest,” I tell her.

  “What did he say?” Natasha asks.

  “He told me because we own his heart and he made sure no one could ever mistake it as anything other than us owning him the same way he owns us,” I tell her, my eyes filling with tears all over again.

  “Who knew Grave could be so damn sweet?” Natasha asks, wiping her own eyes.

  “I know. It’s sweet as hell and I wasn’t expecting that answer,” I tell her with a small laugh.

  We walk in the building and stop talking about Grave. It’s our business and no one outside the club needs to know anything about our life. After I check in, I sit down with Natasha and look at the rest of the women in the room. Some are looking at us with curiosity while the rest are looking at us with contempt. I’m not sure what we’ve done for them to look at us this way. But we are both wearing our rags. So maybe they’re not fans of the club. Not my concern because I’m not here for them.

  Natasha and I talk amongst ourselves about the kids. We ignore those around us and don’t pay them any mind. At least until we’re called back in the exam room. Then we get some dirty looks because we’re just getting here. Too bad for them.

  “I’m just gonna get some vitals before you go in. No sample today,” the nurse tells me.

  “Okay.”

  After she does her job, she leads us into a room that’s not exactly the same as an exam room. The main difference is the ultrasound machine in the room. She hands me a sheet to place on my lap and tells me to remain clothed and the tech should be right in. So, I climb up on the bed and place the sheet over my lap while Natasha takes the seat at my head.

  It doesn’t take any time at all for the tech to come in and lay me back so she can move the wand over my stomach. I pull my shirt up and she lowers my pants a little bit before placing the sheet in the band of my pants. When she places the goo on my stomach, I jump a little because it’s still cold even though it’s in the warmer.

  Suddenly, the sound of the baby’s heartbeat fills the room. I listen to it intently and hear something odd. It almost sounds as if there’s more than one beating in there. But, I didn’t think I’d be having twins. Again.

  “Everything okay?” I ask the tech as she moves the wand around on my stomach.

  “Yeah. Um, you know you’re having multiples, right?” she asks as you can now clearly hear two distinct beats.

  “No. This is my first ultrasound,” I tell her. “But I had twins the last time I got pregnant.”

  “Do they run in your family?” she asks.

 
“I’m not sure. I have no contact with my parents and I don’t know anyone else in my family,” I reply.

  “Okay. Let’s see what’s going on in there,” she tells me, clicking a few buttons.

  The screen fills with the view of not one, but two babies in my stomach. One is slightly hiding behind the other one and I’m not carrying as big as I was with Tyler and Kayla. Well, not yet. I’m sure I’m going to blow up at some point.

  We look at each baby the best we can and the tech prints out some pictures before letting me know I can clean up. As I wipe the goo off my stomach, she hands the pictures to Natasha who looks at them with amazement in her eyes.

  “At your next ultrasound, we should be able to tell the gender of the babies,” the tech lets me know before she leaves the room.

  I get off the table and take care of business before Natasha and I leave the building. There’s already another appointment scheduled for next week so I don’t have to stop and make another one. Natasha and I get in the SUV and head to the store. Grave will be home tonight and I want to find a way to tell him about the twins.

  As Natasha and I wander up and down the aisles of one of the stores, I get a few onesies and paint so we can draw on them. I get enough for all the kids to be able to make a few of them. I’ll have two set aside for Grave to see when he gets home. I’m not sure when he’ll be home and I haven’t heard from him yet so he’s busy. There’s no way I’m going to bother him for something trivial right now.

  “Is this all you want to do for him?” Natasha asks as we walk toward the front of the store.

  “Yeah. I’m not sure what else I can do to let him know,” I answer.

  “What about balloons and two flowers sitting on the counter between them. Maybe we can use the paint on the balloons too,” Natasha offers.

  “That might work.”

  After grabbing a gift bag and some tissue paper, I cash out and we head to the florist. Natasha picks out two flowers while I fill out a card. Just in case, I pick up some markers from the counter too. As soon as I cash out here, we head to the house. There’s enough pictures, I can put two of the frames in the gift bag with the onesies. I can wrap the onesies around frames because one says, ‘Baby A’ and the other one is ‘Baby B’. I’m sure Grave is smart enough to realize what’s going on.