“I don’t know. Who the hell is Damon?” The onlyreason I hadn’t taken off toward Sammy was because I figured if they’d found her, they would have brought her with them. Knowing her as well as I did, she’d want me to keep my focus on Oliver. It just about killed me not knowing if something had happened to her. I wasn’t used to giving a flying fuck about anyone.
“Damon goes by Dweeb. He’s low level and just patched into the club,” Thunder whispered. “I wonder if he stashed the kid with his parents for safekeeping.”
If that was the case, things were about to get interesting. There was no way they were getting their hands on Sammy’s son.My son, too,I had to keep reminding myself.
“Get the boy, Gramps.” Warden had stepped onto the porch and faced the older man. “Unless you want me to tear up your place while I look for him myself.”
Eastman headed back inside while Warden settled in one of the Adirondack chairs and lit up a smoke. The two other guys joined him on the porch. The lights turned on at the back of the house. That’s when I got an idea.
“Think you two can cause a distraction?” I turned toward Thunder and Arrow.
“What do you have in mind?” Thunder asked.
My main goal was to get Oliver away from the house before all hell broke loose and we ended up in an all-out war with the three bikers. Knowing the Savage Bones, they were all armed and blood would be shed. Witnessing something like that could fuck a kid up for life.
“I go in the back door and get the kid while the two ofyou take care of the three assholes out front. I’ll backtrack through the woods to my truck and meet you at the clubhouse. That way he won’t have to see those pricks get their asses kicked.”
“You good with that, brother?” Thunder asked Arrow.
“Three on three wouldn’t have been any fun.” Arrow grinned. He was always up for a fight.
I clapped them both on their shoulders, grateful to be part of a club that felt more like family than anything I’d experienced before. “Thanks.”
“Go get your boy,” Thunder said. Then he stood and headed across the clearing with Arrow right behind him. “What the fuck’s going on here?”
The three bikers scrambled to their feet. I made sure their attention was focused on my MC brothers before I crept along the tree line until I was out of their line of sight. Then I crossed to the house and easily popped the lock on the back door.
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Not because I was scared, but because I was about to come face to face with my own son. I crept up the steps from the lower level to the main floor.
Voices came from the bedroom at the end of the hall. Sounded like the Eastmans were arguing over whether they should let the men out front take the boy they believed was their grandchild. If all went well, they wouldn’t have to make that decision.
I opened the door to the first room on my right. A sewing machine sat on a table by the back wall. Thatleft just enough room for a single bed. A bed where a small body curled up under the covers. My breath caught on an inhale. He had the same dark hair as his mama.
As I crouched next to him, taking it all in, he opened his eyes.
“Hey, Oliver,” I whispered. “I’m Juice and your mom sent me to pick you up. You ready to see her again?”
He nodded. “How do you know my name?”
“Your mom told me.”
He rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand. “Where is she?”
“She’s waiting for you in my truck. We didn’t want to wake anyone else up, so she sent me in to get you.” I flipped the covers back and held out my hand. “Will you come with me?”
“What’s the magic word?” He sat up and looked right at me. “I’m not supposed to go with strangers unless they say the magic word my mom told me.”
Fuck. Sammy hadn’t mentioned a magic word. I’d left the radio with Thunder so I couldn’t try to reach her even if I wanted to. “I’m sorry, bud. Your mom didn’t give me a magic word. She told me a lot about you, though.”
“Like what?”
“That you like wolves.” I was scrambling, desperate to find some way to connect with him so he’d willingly come with me, and the sooner the better. “I’ve got a dog that’s part wolf. His name is Sirius, and he’s just outside.”
Oliver’s eyes narrowed. “Are you pulling my leg?”
His serious tone almost made me laugh. “No, littleman. I wouldn’t joke about something like that. Do you want to meet him?”
He nodded.
