Donnchadh - Lynn Hagen Page 0,32

the trash.”

Donnchadh grabbed Bad Breath by his vest and slung him across the room. All hell broke loose. The two men with Donnchadh starting swinging, and the one with ox-blood-red eyes began to laugh, as if he was enjoying himself. He even went over to the jukebox and punched it, and thank fuck the music had stopped. It was giving Getty a solid headache.

“Who the fuck’re you to come up in here starting some shit?” Rocco snarled at Donnchadh. “This is my fucking kingdom.”

What in the hell had Getty’s mother been thinking when she hooked up with Rocco? He’d said he’d been a rotten bastard back then, but in Getty’s opinion, he still was.

Donnchadh gripped Rocco around his throat and lifted him off his feet. Getty should’ve stopped him, should’ve told Donnchadh to put his father down.

But Getty didn’t owe this stranger anything except a swift kick in the balls for acting as if meeting his son was no big deal, because it seemed that all Rocco cared about was himself and his reputation.

Someone grabbed Getty from behind. Getty kicked out as he was swung around and pushed into the bar. Getty spotted a beer bottle and grabbed it, smashing it behind him.

Shit. This was kind of fun.

Getty gave a war cry as he grabbed one of the chairs from a table and swung it, hitting one of the bikers in his side.

Donnchadh whipped Rocco across the room as the men who’d come with him finished off the others. Everyone lay on the floor, groaning as Donnchadh grabbed Getty’s hand and led him toward the bathroom.

“You’re in serious trouble for leaving my apartment,” Donnchadh said. Then he smiled. “Let’s go home, my little warrior.”

Getty would gladly follow Donnchadh anywhere.

Chapter Nine

Even after finding out that Richard wasn’t his father, and no matter how much Pete hated their father’s guts, Getty moved swiftly around the corner of the clinic and went inside.

“I’ll be right here in the waiting room,” Donnchadh said. “Call my name if you need me.”

His warrior was just too damn good to be true. Getty kept expecting to wake and find this all a dream. “Have I told you thank you for all you’ve done?” He pressed his cheek against Donnchadh’s hand. “I don’t think saying thank you is enough for all you’ve done.”

“I just want you to be happy, shorty.” Donnchadh gave him a quick kiss. “Like I said, I’ll stay out here. I know your dad isn’t aware you’re gay, and I’ll respect your decision to tell him or not tell him.”

Getty bit his lip and thought about Rocco. His reaction to finding out that Getty was gay. The complete disgust on his face. Then he thought about Richard. The guy was a complete screw-up on so many levels.

“You know what?” Getty said. “I don’t even care anymore. I’m done tiptoeing around, worrying about how others will react.”

Getty heard a door open and saw Bimbo coming out of a room. She looked between Getty and Donnchadh and went back inside.

“Guess the cat’s out of the bag.” Getty sighed. “Let me make sure my dad is okay before we go back to your place.”

In truth, Getty no longer cared about his house. The two could shack up there forever for all he cared. Getty’s place was with Donnchadh.

His warrior took a seat and looked a bit silly. Donnchadh was so huge, and the chairs in the waiting area were of average size. With a smile, Getty went to the door he’d seen Bimbo coming out of. He gave a soft knock then entered.

Bimbo was whispering something into Richard’s ear. She pulled away when Getty entered. He didn’t like the devious smirk on her face as she moved to the other side of the bed and took a seat, as if she were getting a front row view of the fireworks.

Getty was not in the mood to deal with her. His dad already looked like he needed rest, and he was pretty sure having Bimbo here while he talked to Richard wouldn’t be helpful.

Plus he wanted some privacy. Richard might not be his biological dad, but he’d been a part of Getty’s life since he was born. She wasn’t family, nor would she ever be.

“Can you give us some privacy?” Getty asked politely, but her eyes narrowed, telling him he might have an argument on his hands.

“I’m not leaving his side. I called you hours ago, and you’re just now getting here?” She clucked her tongue, gave a heavy