Blaze of Glory - Liberty Parker Page 0,17
in my office. They’re never far from the clubhouse no matter the time of the day and I’m not wanting to message them now in case they’re sleeping. Getting a phone call this late in the evening will have them restless the rest of the night and I need them refreshed and alert. There’s no telling how my pops is going to take the news of his friend’s ultimate betrayal.
Blaze
The next morning comes all too quickly. I left my woman sleeping and sated in my warm bed while I come to the clubhouse. I need to mentally get myself prepared for the uncomfortable conversation I’ll be forced to have with Pops.
Anston Greyhorse, you motherfucker. I hope they burn you at the stake for your part in this.
I always trusted him with the club’s utmost confidence; the low blow from his actions have me seething red with anger. I have tunnel vision and can’t wait for the day to come that he has to pay penance for his involvement with those slimy weasels.
Having already called Kane and Bolt in for the meeting, I head into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I would love to be able to insert some whiskey in it, but I’ll need my head clear later. Once I have a cup in hand, I walk back to my office and stop in the door jamb when I see Pops sitting at my desk.
“Hey, Son.” He stands up, walks around my desk and over to me. He embraces me in a fatherly hug, making me wish he was here solely for a father and son catch up visit with me.
“Hey, Pops. We’re just waiting on Kane and Bolt to join us. Wanna cup?” I ask, lifting my mug in his direction.
“Nah,” he says patting his belly. “Your mom made me a hearty breakfast this morning and I’ve already had a pot of that,” he chuckles.
“I sometimes forget what an early bird Ma is. I left Glory sound asleep in our bed this morning. I’d have loved to have had breakfast with her before starting the day off.”
“One day, Son, when you both retire, you’ll be able to do that and more,” he wiggles his eyebrows at me causing me to spew my coffee that I’d just taken a sip of.
“No. Just no. I don’t want to think about you and Ma like that.” I do an exaggerated body shiver, causing him to throw his head back and laugh.
“What did we miss?” Kane asks as he and Bolt join us, shutting the door behind them as they walk in.
“Pops was just sharing about his alone time with Ma.” My eyes widen as I turn my head in his direction. All but begging him with that look to change the topic of conversation.
“I don’t know if I should be throwing up at that, or high fiving you, Pops,” Bolt states.
“I personally feel as if I vomited in my mouth a little,” Kane retorts, and his look is anything but joking.
“I feel ya there, brother.” Suddenly, I feel the need to go surf the web and see if they have a memory eraser available in pill form. This is one conversation I never expected to have with Pops.
“You’re a bunch of pussies,” Pops declares. “Never thought I’d live to see the day that my boys became all girly.” He wiggles his fingers at us in a ladylike fashion.
“Can we change the subject?” Bolt inquires. “I’d personally like to diminish the thoughts running through my head.”
“Amen. There’s something about one’s parents a kid should never be privy to,” I state, giving Pops a narrow-eyed glare.
“Fine, fine. The bunch of you are pansy asses. What did you bring me here for?” Pops asks, walking back around the desk and taking my seat… again. I want to remind him he’s retired and that’s my position of authority, but I have a feeling he’ll need that comfort and security to deal with the things he’s fixing to learn.
“Pops, this is hard for me to say.” I swallow the saliva that’s formed in my throat. “Anston, he’s not who we believed him to be.” Pops leans forward in his chair, his eyebrows are extended to his hairline as he awaits for me to further explain my declaration of his friend. Gathering my composure, I continue, “The club’s been dealing with missing women… human women, the oldest so far is twenty years old. Decoder has been working hard to obtain any leads by following