Zak’s lips thinned. “As a Jamison, no, you fuckin’ don’t. You don’t step up, the rest of us will. But that’ll make you a piece of shit. And since I was there when you were born, didn’t see you comin’ outta your mother’s asshole. Though, sometimes you sure as fuck act like it.”
“Plan on bein’ there for him. For Ky, too.”
Zak grimaced at the mention of Kyra. “Why the fuck would she hide your kid if she wanted you in her life? She split for a reason. And it wasn’t a good one.”
Unfortunately, just about everyone witnessed that major fuck-up. Including his old man.
“Wanna make it up to her.”
Zak sighed. “Good luck with that shit.” He paused, then asked, “Know this is gonna cost you, right? Havin’ a kid ain’t free. Ask me how I fuckin’ know.” Before Zeke could respond, he continued. “That means you’re gonna have to do somethin’ with your life. Actually fuckin’ work, ‘cause prisondon’t pay and neither does bein’ the club president.” He leaned in closer. “Ask me how the fuck I know.”
Zeke didn’t need to. He knew all about his father spending ten years in prison after being framed by one of his own brothers. Zak was also president for Zeke’s whole life until he decided to step down when Zeke was old enough to be voted into that spot.
Zeke didn’t kid himself. He only got the votes because of who his father was. Despite being nothing but “trouble.”
The members thought he’d get his shit together. That stepping into his father’s boots would make him more responsible and get his head on fucking straight. For a long time, he proved them wrong.
But shit had changed and life going forward would be different. He had a son who’d eventually look up to him. Or at least he hoped Ledger would.
He needed to be a good example of a club president because he sure as fuck hoped his own kid would be next in line to sit at the head of the table with the gavel in hand. The same one used when the club was established back in 1974 by his great-grandfather.
The Dirty Angels had a long history.
And his son was the future.
“Gotta go spend some time with Ky and my kid. She wants me to prove I’m worthy of bein’ his dad.”
Zak shook his head. “That’s gonna be an uphill battle.”
“Gonna do my fuckin’ best.”
“Shoulda been doin’ your best as prez, too. Guess this whacked you upside the head and opened your eyes.”
“So, you leavin’ and gonna let us spend this time together without you interferin’?”
“Ain’t gonna interfere. Gonna eat my fuckin’ breakfast anddrink some coffee.”
“Dad...”
“Will keep my mouth shut ‘cause I’ll be chewin’.”
“Dad…”
The kitchen door swung open and Larry came out carrying a huge tray full of pancakes and all the rest. He set it down on the bar and said to Zak, “Making your breakfast next.”
“Scrap my order. Guess I’m eatin’ pancakes with my…” His old man’s head twitched. “With them.”
Chapter Fifteen
“I didn’t wantyour family to know, Zeke.”
Before Kyra left the DAMC clubhouse that morning, he had convinced her to unblock his number. Since they shared a son and he wanted a relationship with him, she relented. For Ledger’s sake.
Of course he’d called her after Ledger was asleep and she’d climbed into bed.
“You ain’t the only one.”
“I wasn’t expecting your father to be there.”
