She told Tank the truth about his father, and who he really was. She’d begged him not to say a word to anyone. Not even his father. As I listened to him, I thought about Jack and Samantha. And I had to wonder how fucking often women lied about who the father of their children was.
Maybe babies should have their DNA tested after they were born. It would solve a whole lot of fucking problems. Except, that would create a whole fucking lot more at the same time.
“He’s out in the hall,” I said, hooking a thumb over my shoulder. “Do you want to see him?”
“Fuck no.”
The knock on the door stopped Tank from saying more. The door pushed open, and Jonah stuck his head in. “I’m here, Prez.”
“Thanks, Jonah. I’ll be out shortly.”
Jonah nodded and closed the door gently. I stared at it a few moments before turning back to Tank. “You want me to get rid of him?”
“Yes. He may be the man who got my mother pregnant, but he’s not my father. My parents had their faults. They were typical rich bastards who believed they were better than the rest of the world. But they were my parents. They raised me. He’s nothing to me.”
“Just the man who saved your fucking life,” I said on a long, tired breath.
“I didn’t ask him to.”
“No, you son of a bitch. I did. You should have fucking told me. Especially after he walked into my house and took Amber’s brother.”
“He didn’t know who I was. There was no reason to bring it up.”
“Fuck you, Tank,” I growled.
“Would knowing have stopped you from calling him?” he asked. “Would you have let me die? ’Cause I’ve made my peace with death. I joined this club knowing that was a possibility one day. Hell, my whole fucking life has been a risk. I didn’t fucking tell you because I didn’t want him to know who I was.”
“I don’t let my men fucking die. Hash was gone before I got back. That’s on me. And if you want to be pissed because I did the only thing I knew and called that motherfucker to save your stupid ass, then be pissed.”
I walked to the door and looked back. “And the answer to your question is yes. I still would have fucking called him if I’d known. I am your goddamn president. I will do whatever the fuck I have to do in order to protect you. Including kicking that fucker out of the hospital.”
I yanked the door open and closed it behind me quickly when I saw Sinclair stand up.
“Thank you for coming, Sinclair. Thank you for saving my brother’s life. You can go now.”
“I want to see him.”
“No.”
I felt Jonah move behind me to stand in front of Tank’s door. Sinclair had no hope of getting through it with Jonah in his way.
“He is my son!” Sinclair growled.
“Don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“King,” he warned.
I lifted an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to finish his threat. He took a step back and inhaled deeply. I watched Sinclair change before my eyes. The arrogant, emotional narcissist pulled back, and I thought for a moment that maybe, just maybe, I had the power to bring this man to heel.
I had something he wanted. Something he’d been searching for. Something he thought he was entitled to have. Only, he wasn’t.
“I would like to meet my son.”
“He doesn’t want to see you.”
“He knows who I am?”
I didn’t answer him. I stood my ground and protected my brother.
