“Stay with me,” I sobbed into his chest.
He kissed the top of my head. “I’ve got you, Ro-Ro.”
Reaper
The clubhouse was busy today with all the girls getting ready for a big night for Pope’s birthday tomorrow. Maverick and Chaos stuck by my side, talking about the things Trojan had been finding about Raf and his connection to Rowan.
There was almost nothing about him. Nothing since high school, only a couple of properties and that was it. I didn’t like it.
“Prez,” I heard Brandon, one of our prospects, call out. I looked over from my bike to where he stood with my son at the gate. I headed over to them, already feeling defensive. Trey looked pissed.
“What’s up?” I asked him. I didn’t see the fist coming my way, nor did I think it would hurt so fucking much. My jaw was on fire. I turned back to see him fuming. A level of anger in his eyes I’d never seen before. “What the fuck?”
“Stay the fuck away from Rowan.”
Shit.
“Son…”
“Don’t fucking call me son again. I’m not your son. I’m just a product of you jerking off into my mother. You have no fucking heart. You never did, and you never will. Stay the fuck away from her.”
He made a move to turn away. I was thankful everyone had turned away, giving me a minute with him, but I knew I’d be at the top of everyone’s conversation all night.
“Wait.”
“Not for you,” he shot back over his shoulder as he turned to leave. I crossed the distance and ran in front, stopping him.
“I don’t want you to be angry with me, Trey, but I can’t stay away from her.”
“I told you not to break her heart, and you went and did it anyway.”
“I had to protect her,” I said, weakly.
“Just…stay away from her. I’m not going to hold back next time I have to hear her crying herself to sleep over you.”
Fuck. That hurt.
“Trey…I’m telling you now, I won’t stop…I just don’t know how to talk to her. She won’t listen.”
“Good,” he sneered at me.
“What can I do?” I asked him, feeling just how useless I was in this situation. I was begging my son to help me get my woman back. That same woman I stole off him. Well, not exactly, but the thoughts I’d had about her from the day I met her were not PG-13, that was for sure. “How can I make her hear me out?”
“No one can make Rowan do anything. She’s independent, and always has been.”
“Please.”
Something softened in his expression, and he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before he looked at me with defeat. I respected the hell out of him for coming here, and punching me in the jaw. Even if it still pounded with pain.
“Get down on your knees and grovel,” he said. “But if…and I do mean if she takes you back, and you break her again. I will do more than give you a right hook,Dad.”
He shoved my chest and I let him walk away, back to his car just outside the gates. He sped off, kicking a wave of dirt in his wake.
How the fuck does someone grovel?
The Pit was pumping tonight. I stretched my jaw for probably the fifth time since we left the clubhouse, even though I’d been clocked at least five hours ago, it still fucking hurt like a motherfucker.
Looking around, I tried to take stock of who I could see here. Shadow and Chaos were with me, looking for Raf. We had unfinished business to attend to.
