Knowing she was safe, I told her where I was going and to go ahead and get cleaned up. When I got back, we could order some food and rest for the night.
A couple of hours later, I pulled back into the hotel in my new Dodge pick-up truck.
I sold my bike.
I thought I would feel something letting it go, but I didn’t.
I did it for my family, and that made me feel happy.
Making sure the truck was locked up tight, I headed back to our room to find her sitting at the small table watching our son sleep.
“How is he tonight?” I asked, walking over to her and kissing the top of her head.
“Good. He seems to sleep better when Gadget is with him. He keeps telling him that we love him and will see him soon.”
“Gadget is a good kid.”
Turning to me, Cat asked, “Reggie, how are we going to get him back?”
Sighing, I looked at her and replied, “I don’t know, but trust me. I will get him back. But first, we need to eat something, and I got us something more comfortable to travel in.”
“Did you get your truck?” she asked, smiling. When we were younger, I would always tell her that someday I would buy myself a truck and that we could go anywhere with it.
Grinning, I nodded. “A big one too.”
“Good. Is there a back seat for Colin?”
“Yep. The truck has the works. Four doors, leather seats, everything. Even a small TV screen on the back of the headrests he can watch cartoons on. We will need to get him a car seat when we get him.”
“Okay,” she smiled, turning back to the computer. Getting to my feet, I headed for the shower and tried to quell my rising trepidation. I had done some crazy shit in my life but walking away from my family and brothers was the craziest. I didn’t have a fucking clue how I was going to get our son back, but anything was better than doing nothing.
I just hoped that I figured it out before we got to our destination.
Twenty-Four
Reaper
It had been two hours since Player and Catarina peeled out of here like a bat of hell. He was pissed, and rightly so. I didn’t blame him one bit. If it was my child, I would have done the same damn thing. The only thing that bothered me was not knowing what he had planned.
Of course, not knowing didn’t stop me from sending a few of my boys after him. They were under strict orders to stay hidden and to observe. Whatever Player was planning, I needed to know about it. He may be running scared and not thinking clearly, but he was still my brother, and whether he liked it or not, he was still a fucking Golden Skull, and we took care of our own.
This whole fucking situation sucked fucking donkey balls. I knew I should have gone with my gut and just took that kid back and fuck the consequences. We tried it the legal way, and look where that got us. In a fucking bigger mess than before.
When the judge notified Vicious of his decision, I fucking lost it. What Player didn’t know is that for the last month, his cousin Antonio and Vicious had been working their asses off filing brief after brief, thinking of every angle they could to get Player’s son back. This last judgment was the last we would be filing.
It was time to take matters into our own hands.
I just needed anything to make these fuckers know I mean business.
“Boss,” Phantom said, sticking her head in the doorway. “You wanted to see me?”
Sighing, I nodded, waving my hand motioning her to come in.
If it wasn’t one thing, it was another.
Before I returned home from Louisiana and the drama Bullseye left in his wake, I heard from Ghost about what occurred the night before Kitty’s funeral. I had to ask my V.P. to repeat himself twice because I couldn’t believe it.
“Take a seat, Phantom.”