“No way,” Sundance said with a grunt. “We need some answers from this guy, and he’s mangled enough as it is.”
“Goddammit, Sundance. Let me go.” I strained with all my might. Once again, my only desire was to kill a man who’d threatened my...family. My knees buckled at this thought, and Sundance and Wrath were suddenly holding me up more than holding me back.
“You okay?” Wrath asked, as I steadied myself.
“I’m cool. Lemme go,” I repeated. Sundance and Wrath exchanged looks. “I said I’m fucking cool, okay?” They finally loosened their holds, and I pushed away from the two of them violently.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Stoney?” Sundance said, his tone a mixture of annoyance and concern.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I seethed. “You heard him. These sick fucks aren’t gonna stop coming after Sabrina and Fox.”
“I get it, but what’s your plan? You think if you go into extra innings with this guy, that’ll somehow protect them from Los Psychos?”
“I don’t think you do get it, Sundance. Felix is my son.”
“I don’t understand what it’s like to have a son in danger?” Sundance asked rhetorically.
“Not one that you’ve just found out about. You had time to learn how to be a father. Time to get used to the crippling fear of knowing your son is vulnerable to the evils of the world. I haven’t.”
Sundance’s eyes softened.
“Besides. It’s not just about Felix,” I continued. “They keep coming after Sabrina, the only mother this kid has left. The woman who loves him enough to raise him as if he were here very own. The woman I love.”
As soon as I’d spoken these words out loud, every ounce of rage drained from my body. Don’t get me wrong. I still wanted the moaning piece of shit laying on the floor of the visitor’s area to suffer. I just didn’t have it in me to be the one to bring that suffering on. Besides, I could now see for the first time that it wasn’t Los Psychos I was pissed off at. My anger was now aimed precisely where it belonged. At myself.
It was my fault that Felix’s mother had kept him from me all these years. She was trying to protect him. Protect him from a savage, blood thirsty biker. A biker exactly like the one lying on the floor in front of me. I didn’t know my own son because of my lifestyle, because of what kind of man I’ve chosen to be. And now, after fucking up things between Los Psychos and the Bulykins, I’d only brought down more heat on the two people I loved the most.
“Jesus, Sundance. What the fuck are we gonna do?”
“Trust me,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I nodded.
Sundance pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed. “Luca, it’s Sundance. I’m gonna text you with a location and I need you to meet me right away. Oh, and uh... bring an ambulance.”
“Seriously?” I hissed.
“It’s time to end this,” Sundance said.
I nodded and we waited for Luca.
