“Where is she?” Dog barked.
Crash eyed him calmly and then asked, “You bring donuts?”
Dog reached back, snatched the box out of Green’s hands and tossed it on the island with a bang.
Crash eyed it and grinned, taking another sip of coffee.
“You gonna tell me where my goddamn wife is?” Dog growled.
“You calm your ass down, I will.” Crash’s eyes slid to the side and Dog’s followed.
Billy, Dog’s son, sat on the sectional, his back slumped against the backrest, and Crash’s three year old daughter bouncing on his lap, her fists held in both his hands. He was laughing at her.
Dog’s eyes took in his son, realizing just how grown up he was getting. His lanky frame was already starting to show signs of his father’s long legs, tall height and broad shoulders. He’d inherited his mother’s dark silky hair that was beginning to grow past his collar. He wore it tucked behind his ears, and Dog knew it was because he wanted to grow it out. He also had his mother’s vivid green eyes.
He was fourteen now, that age when a boy started to become a man, an age when he needed his father more than ever. And Dog had no intention of letting him down. He would keep this family together no matter what the cost.
“You need to calm down before you talk to her. Take a breath. Your son is watching, bro.”
Dog ran a hand down his face and blew out a breath.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
Green picked up a glass pitcher from the island and sniffed it. “Mmm. Mimosas.” Then he moved to the cabinet to take down a glass.
“Help yourself, why don’t ya?” Crash offered sarcastically.
“Thanks, don’t mind if I do,” Green replied, already pouring one. He took a big chug from his glass and grinned. “Breakfast of champions.”
Crash shook his head at Green and looked back at Dog. He held up a set of car keys. “Your boy was smart. Wouldn’t let her drive. She wanted to go to Albuquerque. What the fuck’s in Albuquerque, Dog?”
“Fuck if I know.”
“Billy drove here instead. She was pissed, tried to get the keys from him. I took them and put a stop to that. She’s up on the roof. Shannon is talking to her.”
Dog took the keys. “Thanks.”
He moved to stand next to his son. As he crossed the space, he vowed silently to himself that he would keep this family together no matter what the cost. It was a promise he sealed with a hand to his son’s shoulder and a kiss to the top of his head. Yeah, he was a big bad biker, but he loved his son and wasn’t afraid to show it.
Billy looked up. “She’s pissed, Dad.”
Dog nodded. “I know.”
“You gonna fix it?”
“I’m gonna fix it.”
“Promise?”
“You got my word, Son.”
“I do not want to live with Grandma Wu. I mean, I love her and all, but…”
“I know, Son. That’s not gonna happen.”
“You sure? Cause it’s lookin’ that way.”