“You love him.”
“Yes, I do.”
Diesel blew out a breath. “That’s good. He should have that.”
“He needs you too.” Fuck. That was hard to say. “You need to meet him. Come to Nevada. My pres Grim extends the invitation to bunk at the Crossroads.”
“Crossroads?”
“Our clubhouse.”
The one with the chain tattoos gripped his pres’s shoulder as if he agreed.
Diesel gave him a quick chin lift. “He’s in a happy home, right?”
“The best.”
“Then I don’t want to uproot him. He’s in good hands. I can see that.”
“I appreciate that,” I acknowledged.
“Alright. Let’s do this. I’ll come to him.”
“Thunder.”
“Thunder,” Diesel repeated, a bit dazed.
Yeah, I’d feel that way, too, if I just found out I had a son I never knew about.
The president of the Redemption Ryders held out his hand. I stood, gripping his arm, exchanging a mutual understanding.
The Reaper liked him. He sensed a tough but wise man—someone I could trust.
“See you in Tonopah, Diesel.”
Chapter 13 Diablo