Leo.
Luca.
Harper.
My grandchildren.
They’ll keep me alive.
The brothers will keep my legacy alive.
I’ve had so much more than I ever expected, I’ve been greedy to think I’d die at home in my bed.
“Our sons will get themselves home and they’ll carry the club on,” I tell him or myself, I don’t know which.
“They’re gettin’ closer, Cas,” he warns.
Taking a deep breath, my whole life flashes before my eyes and I grin. I knew a life with Alannah wouldn’t be enough, but eternity certainly fuckin’ will.
I raise my guns and Sparky follows suit. “Fuckin’ when, brother.”
Option one lasted less than a minute, option two meant getting them far from the club. Surrendering hurt more than getting shot would. But it worked, none of them headed for the club.
“I used to think we were untouchable, but we’re just fuckin’ old.”
“Sparks?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Evenwecan’t escape bullets.”
The van comes to a stop after driving for hours. Sparky thankfully listens and keeps his mouth shut. I have no idea what’s going to happen, but I do know that I’m not going out like this. We're dragged out but I couldn’t give a fuck where we are, I’ve got eyes on my son. He's alive and doesn’t seem like he’s been hurt at all.
Him, JJ, and the twins are shoved down onto their knees, tape stuck over their mouths.
Hopper, grinning, points between Leo and me. “Father and son.” He points between Sparky and JJ. “Father and son.” Then he points to Mason and Myles. “I’ve already killed your dad. I’m close to having a full set.”
My blood boils. I count twenty-four Hog assholes. We're outgunned and outnumbered.
So far, the sons look okay, apart from Mason sporting a bruised jaw.
I sigh. “Yeah, yeah, why are we wasting time? Are you killin’ us or not?”
Hopper laughs. "You know, Cas, you led the Lost Souls for nearly thirty years, and we never had a problem, and now I’ve taken down your mother chapter in a matter of days.”
I stare at my son and all I see are the words I threw at him the night he was taken. Fucking regret plaguing me.
It's humiliating being in this position but it’s not Leo’s fault. He's no different to me. He is my name. He is my blood. He is my son. This is on Hopper, not Leo.
Just like Oak was on Ellis and not me. History fucking repeating itself and nothing Leo could have done would have changed it.
Hopper tips his chin and four of his men step behind the sons and aim their guns at them. Shit is getting serious.
“How about we make a deal,” I offer.
“Castiel, we’re past the point of making deals. I offered your boy a great deal and he threw it in my face.”
“I’m not my boy. You take me out and let them go free. They’ll dismantle the club and the club will die. No more threat to you.”
