Chapter Thirty-Eight
ERIC TUCKER
FORMER PRESIDENT OF THE HOUNDS OF BABYLON
Patched.
Unpatched.
Fucked everything.
Drew was on the floor, chest down, the blood we shared now spilling out around him from an open wound in his side.
Everything I’d tried to control had come to a head, bringing us to this very moment.
A moment when I suddenly became useless as I stared at the one person I loved more than anything else in this life.
My son.
While Ayda cried and the air became thick with tension, I closed my eyes and pictured a face I hadn’t seen in so very long. A face I missed. A face I needed to come to our rescue.
My sweet Shelby. I’m so sorry for all the mistakes I’ve made since you left us. I thought I could do this alone. I thought I could be the father he deserved. I’ve failed you both. I can’t do this anymore. I need your help. He needs your help. Save our boy, darling. Please. He needs his momma now.
