“Some kid. We’re holding him for now and I haven’t had a chance to question him yet,” he growls and I know he actually means that whoever it is will be tortured into speaking. Alejandro is skilled at making people talk. Not that the stupid fuck doesn’t deserve what’s coming to him. “You want me to wait until you get back?”
“Yeah,” I snap. I want to watch him die myself.
“I’ll send the plane. It can be there tonight.”
“Yeah.” I swallow hard. “Thanks.” Tonight? That means our time here is over. What if this doesn’t work back in LA? What if being here at the ranch allowed us a freedom that we just won’t have when we get back?
“Jax?” Alejandro snaps and I realize he’s been talking to me but I was too lost in my own thoughts.
“Yeah, sorry,” I stammer.
“Can you tell Lucia and get her to call me?”
“Of course,” I say, snapped from my daze.
“Great. I’ll see you both by morning then?”
“Sure.”
“You don’t sound too thrilled about getting back here?”
“I am,” I answer a little too quickly.
He’s quiet for a few seconds. “Once this is all sorted, maybe you could take a few weeks vacation and go back for another visit?” he offers.
“No. I’m good. I’m looking forward to getting back. I’ll see you soon.”
“Good. I’m looking forward to seeing you all.”
“Bye, amigo.” I hang up the phone.
I am looking forward to seeing him too, and Alana and the twins, but I am not relishing telling him about me and Lucia.
Iwalk into the yard to find Lucia, but before I can search for her, I see Matthias and my father sitting on the old wooden bench. Each of them holds a glass of lemonade while Blue lies at their feet.
I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but I hear my name and I freeze.
“Are you Jax’s daddy, Harvey?”
“I sure am.”
“Why doesn’t he call you Daddy? Or Papi?”
My father sighs and I wonder if he’s to going fob the kid off with some lame ass excuse. “Because I’m not a very good dad, Matthias,” he says.
“Why not?” Matthias looks up at him all wide-eyed and innocent. “You make me laugh.”
My father laughs at his response. “Ah, well. That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Why aren’t you a good daddy then?”
My father draws in a deep breath before he speaks. “I didn’t used to be a very nice man.”
“I think you’re nice,” the kid says sweetly.
“Why, thank you,” my father ruffles the kid’s hair. “But back when Jax was little like you, I was mean and not much fun at all.”
“Why?”