Yes we do some bad shit, but we also help make their job easier by cleaning up the filth around the city for them. In return, some things slide under the table, “unnoticed.”
Pulling off the side of the road into the gravel, I park. Putting my kickstand down, I glance back to watch Bethany stop and then Twist pull in behind her. The brothers idle near us, waiting.
There’s a decent chance this whole thing could go to shit. I hope not ‘cause there’s two little boys stuck right in the middle of it. I feel like a fucking failure dragging another kid in it, but shit happens. I have to grit through it and do what I have to.
A line of bikes appear from the opposite direction, a truck smack in the middle of the formation. I’m pretty sure we’re all in shock. We were expecting their club to be some floaters, maybe some new recruits.
It’s fucking huge; I’m talking a good twenty-five rolling up. With what we’ve discovered about them, too, I doubt this is barely a decent sized chunk of the club. I wouldn’t be surprised if the club is a hundred deep or more after seeing them roll up like this. I fucking hate this. Why couldn’t it just be a few hellions that I could easily take out. Instead it has to basically be a mob of men for me to work through to get to the middle.
“Motherfucker,” I mumble to myself. They could easily shoot us all down if they wanted to; our ten to their twenty-five, no good. I’m glad I told B to stay the fuck in her car or they could take her too.
Sonofabitch.I can’t stand feeling as if I’m unprepared, and, in this, it’s exactly how I feel. This jackoff has the upper hand besides our wild card being Twist’s son.
The motorcycles pull off opposite us, staring us down as the truck pulls to a stop directly in front of me. I make out an older man driving, a little dark head in the middle, and another beefy guy about my size in the passenger seat. If they hurt one hair on Mav’s head, you won’t be able to peel me off them, I swear.
The older guy says something to the passenger, his gaze flicking over all of us. He gets out, slamming the truck door and I take in the man who’s caused so much grief for me. I want to slit his throat so badly that my hands begin to shake. Toeing my kickstand in place, I throw my leg over and come to my full six foot four inches towering over him standing before me.
He doesn’t show me any sign that I intimidate him in the slightest which says a lot about his balls right there. I make many men shit bricks, and this one doesn’t even blink.
“My son?” I immediately demand, not about to fuck around.
“My grandson?” he counters, and I grit my back teeth together.
“So you believe me now?”
“I told you, I got the DNA results back. I still want to see his face and see if he looks like my boy.”
“You bring my son over here, and I’ll have Twist show you Cyle.”
“I could just kill you and take them hostage you know. We have you out numbered times three.”
“Yep, you could. Maybe you haven’t heard ‘bout Twist though? He’ll kill your grandson before he lets you take him. You want any chance of knowing that kid—your blood—you follow through with our agreement.”
“Ya know, I like to do whatever the fuck I want usually, but something tells me, you’re not fuckin’ with me.”
I shake my head, glowering down at his five foot-eleven frame, thinking of ten different ways I could kill him right now with my two hands. I’d enjoy every crunch of breaking bone, too.
“Fine,” Puppet huffs. “You fuck me over, and my brother,” he nods across the street, and I glance, seeing a guy pointing a gun toward my woman’s car, “shoots your ol’ lady.”
“I’m not fucking you over. If he shoots my girl, mark my words, I will slit every motherfucker’s throat wearing the Fist’s cut.”
He grins, showing me a mouth of chipped teeth. He’s definitely a hard fucker and has seen a lot. I wouldn’t want to be in a club run by him; that, I’m certain of.
Puppet lets out a sharp whistle then meets my gaze as the passenger gets out. I’m able to breathe when I see the big guy grin at Mav and hold his arms out to him. Maverick jumps in his arms and smiles. This tells me that whoever this big fucker is, no matter how much I want to filet him, he was good to my kid.
“Daddy?” Maverick yells and starts waving.
“Hey buddy,” I say and hear the car door behind me slam. Bethany comes running to my side.
“Maverick!” she yells, choked up at finally seeing him.
“Mommy!” Our son smiles widely and keeps waving.
The guy carrying him, comes near. I see his name patch saysViper.
“My grandson.” Puppet holds his hand out, so Viper stalls.
Twisting my head toward Twist, I give him the signal, and he gets out of the truck, Cyle walking beside him like a little badass. With Twist as a father, that kid will no doubt grow up fearless.