Colson (The Henchmen MC #20) - Jessica Gadziala Page 0,42

to bite, babe," I told her, folding up in the bed. "I will be right out," I added, getting up to go into the bathroom.

By the time I convinced my cock to calm down, and brushed my teeth, and made my way out into the common area, several of the guys were hanging around.

Huck, Fallon, Laz, and Brooks.

"Your woman made us coffee," Huck declared, toasting me with his mug.

"Jacob in the kitchen too?" I asked.

"Jacob?" Huck repeated.

"Tyler said he was out back," Lazarus said. "That's probably them," he added when someone pulled open the back door.

And in they walked.

Tyler, yeah, who I barely noticed.

But Jacob too.

Jacob who looked fucking exhausted.

His eyes were puffy, sunken, lined with bags.

Like he hadn't slept at all.

Or at least, not enough.

But that made no sense.

He'd been on the couch passed out when I had taken Eva to my room.

If he'd had gotten up, someone would have told us.

"There you are," Eva said, coming up at my side, handing me a coffee, but looking at her son. "You look tired. Bad dreams?" she asked, mom-mode in full force.

I couldn't tell her that I had a strange feeling, that there was something niggling at the recesses of my mind.

I couldn't explain it to myself, so how could I tell her about it?

"Ah, yeah, kinda," Jacob agreed.

She'd raised a shitty liar. Which, I guessed, was a good thing. Jelena was a terrible liar too. I always figured it was her own sense of right and wrong that made her so terrible at it.

Eva seemed to pick up on the false note, but didn't call him out on it. I figured maybe she didn't want to out him on having nightmares at his age around a bunch of rough and tough sort of men. It would be embarrassing.

"You hungry?" she asked. "I was thinking about making the guys some breakfast as a thank you for letting us crash here last night."

"Yeah," Jacob said, giving her a nod.

"Alright. Is everyone eating? I know," she said when their faces all lit up, "stupid question. Men are always hungry, aren't you? Okay. Let me go see what I can do."

"You want to, ah, watch cartoons or something?" Huck asked, clearly at a loss around anyone younger than him.

"I'm fourteen," Jacob shot back.

"Shit, man. I dunno. Cinemax then?" he asked, getting a chuckle out of Fallon, Laz, and Brooks.

Huck tossed the remote toward Jacob, hopped off the couch so he could sit, and moved over toward me.

"So, is she a good cook?" he asked, sounding as eager as a kid on Christmas Eve. I couldn't imagine he lived the kind of lifestyle that allowed for home-cooked meals.

"I have no idea," I admitted.

"Her kid is skinny," he observed as though that might be proof that she was a terrible cook.

"Hard to fuck up breakfast, I said, shrugging.

"Hey, what the fuck?" Fallon's voice exploded suddenly, making both Huck and I look over, following his gaze toward where he was glaring at Jacob. Who was looking at something shiny in his hands.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Where the fuck did you get that?" Fallon raged, standing, towering over Jacob, everything about him tight, tense.

Shock?

Anger?

A combination of the two, maybe.

"I, it's nothing," Jacob insisted, reaching to try to tuck whatever it was back into his pocket.

But he underestimated Fallon, who closed the distance between them, reached down, yanked up Jacob's hand, and pried the silver thing out of the kid's palm.

"Fallon, fill us in," Laz invited, watching the interaction.

"This is my dad's fucking money clip," Fallon declared, holding it up.

"Looks generic," I said, seeing nothing differentiating about it.

"Yeah?" Fallon shot back. "Then why are mine and my siblings' names on the inside?" he asked, a muscle in his jaw ticking before he turned back to Jacob. "Where did you find this?" he demanded, heated but not enraged, likely thinking Jacob had found it around the clubhouse and had swiped it. Which was shitty, but not something to lose his mind over.

But I was pretty sure Fallon saw it when I saw it.

Something crossed Jacob's face. Something dark and guilty. Something that made his jaw go tight, his gaze skitter away.

"Have you seen my father?" Fallon roared, the sound loud enough to make me wince.

"What's going on?" Eva asked, appearing at my side, drying her hands on a dishtowel casually until she saw the older, bigger biker towering over her son.

"Fucking answer me, kid," Fallon demanded, getting closer as Jacob's jaw went tight, his gaze unwavering on the coffee table