Shooter raised an eyebrow and looked unconvinced. I’dmeant it as ajoke, but now Ifelt apinch of something in my chest. Wasn’tsure if Iwas pissed off or just plain offended.
“You know how to change adiaper?” he asked with asmirk.
“Like hell you’re gonna be changing diapers!” Iscowled.
“Let me tell you, brother, I’mgonna be adad, that’swhat I’mgonna do,” Shooter replied. “I’mgonna be everything that kid needs me to be and more. It won’tgrow up like Idid. So if Ineed to change acouple of shitty diapers, then that’swhat I’mgoing to do.”
Inodded. “Listen, Shooter, Imight not have been there when Laney was akid, and she might hate my guts ninety-nine percent of the time, but she knows I’ve got her back, always. She knows I’ll always protect her.”
“Damn straight,” Shooter agreed, lifting his chin and holding my gaze, “because that’swhat we do.”
Inodded in agreement. “That’sexactly what we do.”
Shooter’ssmile grew. “Now stop being apussy and let’sget this done.”
He pulled on his helmet, nodded once at Rider, and rode to the front of the clubhouse grounds before leading the club out. Itook one look around, wondering how many of us would be coming back that night, and how many would be gone.
Ihad abad feeling in my gut that told me that this thing was going to be worse than Ihad thought possible, but Ipushed it away. Nothing good came from worrying. One thing was certain though: it was the end of the road for the Vipers. Because one way or another, Iwas putting every one of them in the ground before the night was over.
It was the second time that the family of my brothers had been dragged into club shit, but Iwas going to make damn certain it was the last time it happened.
