I wanted to rip out their fucking hearts and make them eat them.
I wanted them dead.
Shaking my head, I sneered. “Let me guess. You’re fucking brilliant legal plan didn’t fucking work.”
“The judge threw the case out.”
“Why?” I asked angrily, then shook my head, throwing my grease rag on the engine. “No, let me guess. It’s because I’m a member of this fucking club, right? Let me see, the judge probably said that I was unfit to be a parent because of my affiliation with the Golden Skulls, and my situation was not conducive to raising a small child. Right? Was it something like that?”
When neither of them said a word, I shouted, “Well! Did he say that!”
“Yes,” Luciano muttered quietly.
“Well, ain’t that just fucking great. I told you that shit wasn’t going to work. My fucking brothers were ready to just go get my son but fucking no…we just had to do it the fucking legal way. Now, they know we know about him! Do you fucking think they will let this go? ‘Cause I wouldn’t. I want my fucking son, Reaper. What the fuck are you going to do about it?” I said, marching right up to my president shouting in his face.
I had to give it to him. I knew I pissed him off, but he didn’t do anything. Why should he? He had his fucking woman and kid safe in the clubhouse. Why would he give two fucks about me and mine? When he stayed silent, I got my answer.
“Fuck you. I’m going to get my son, and if any of you stop me, I will fucking kill all of you.” I shouted, walking away from them.
“Reggie,” Luciano shouted, running after me. “Reggie, come on man. Let’s talk. I’m sure we can figure something out.”
I stopped and faced my cousin. “You want to help Luc. Call the fucking family. I want my son back. Now!”
“I’ve already called Gio.”
“But?”
“There are problems back home, Reggie.”
“Of course,” I scoffed. “I’m not a real Valentinetti. Why should the family give a damn about me? I’m just a cousin. Tell Gio to go fuck himself. I’ll get Colin myself.”
Marching into the clubhouse, I ignored everyone and headed upstairs and into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I didn’t mean to startle Catarina, but when she jumped, I took a deep breath.
“Reggie? What’s wrong?” she asked, getting to her feet.
“Pack a bag. We’re leaving.”
“Where are we going?”
“To get our son,” I said, removing my shirt before reaching into my drawers and pulling out a clean one. Quickly putting it on, I walked over to my closet and grabbed my duffle bag, then proceeded to put my clothes and anything else I thought I would need in it.
Reaching for my gun bag, I placed it on the bed and quickly checked it to make sure everything was still in there. When I was satisfied, I turned to find Catarina packed and ready, holding the computer to her chest for dear life.
Walking over to her, I knew she was scared. I was too. I never had to do anything like this by myself. But I didn’t trust anyone anymore. We were better off on our own. Just like I said that day in the family garden.
I said nothing when she handed me the computer, and I carefully placed it in my duffle. Until we got our son back, it was the only connection we had to him, and there was no way I would take that away from her. Closing my duffle, I placed it on my back and slung my gun bag over my shoulder. Reaching for her hand, she quickly put hers in mine, and together we walked out of the clubhouse.
No-one stopped us.
I knew they wouldn’t because they all wanted to do what I was about to do when we first learned of Colin. Heading for my bike, I secured my bags and hopped on, quickly starting it. Cat jumped on behind me and promptly wrapped her arms around me.
I peeled out of the compound with her secured behind me and never looked back.
Traveling I-80, we made it to Reno by nightfall. Both of us were exhausted and desperately needed a hot shower and warm bed. By the time we pulled into a motel, I could barely keep my eyes open. Handing Catarina my wallet, I told her to go get us a room, that I would get the bags and meet her in the lobby.
Watching her rush off, I got off my bike and stretched my aching back. I didn’t know what I was thinking about bringing my bike. It would be a long drive, and Catarina wasn’t equipped to handle such a drive. Seeing a car lot across the street, I knew what I would have to do. I hated it, and it would slow us down, but I knew when I had our son, he would need something safe to travel in.
Gathering the bags, I followed Cat to our room.