Guilty Bastard (Grim Bastards MC) - Shelley Springfield Page 0,22
he downs his shot and follows it with a long draw from his beer. He then looks over at me and shakes his head, looking at me like I’m the dumbest fuck in the world.
I wait for a second for him to say something, but he just keeps looking at me. “What the hell are you looking at, Smoke?”
I love the boy more than he will ever know, but lately, he’s been riding my ass. It’s getting on my fucking nerves. I’m his dad, not the other way around. It’s about time he got reminded of that fact.
He doesn’t say anything, just sits there staring at me with a look of complete disgust on his face.
“Why the fuck do you keep staring at me?”
He takes another drink of his beer, then finally asks, “You really are oblivious to everything around you, aren’t you?”
“What the hell?” I growl, my fingers itching to knock that fucking look off his face. “What are you talking about?”
“Never would’ve thought I’d see the day where I was smarter than my old man. But here we are,” he says, taking another drink.
“It’ll be a cold day in hell when you are smarter than me, boy,” I reply, slamming down my empty bottle.
“Well, it must be pretty fucking cold in hell today, Dad,” he states with a sarcastic smirk. “I tried to tell you this shit was going to happen, and you wouldn’t listen. Now, it seems that I was right, and you were wrong.”
Motioning for another beer, I cock my brow. “Are you gonna tell me what the hell you’re talking about, so I can enjoy my beer, or just keep saying stupid shit and aggravating the fuck out of me?”
“I tried to tell you that you needed to stake your claim on Lisa right away, before you lost her. You wouldn’t listen, though, would you?” he says as he stands up. “You thought you knew every fucking thing, figured Lisa would just stick around and put up with your bullshit for as long as you wanted her to.”
I grab his arm to keep him from walking away. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Lisa isn’t gone. She’s at my house right now cooking supper.”
He nods his head. “Yeah, she invited me over to eat before she left here today. Told me she was gonna make an apple pie just for me.”
I blow out a deep breath and let go of his arm. “I suggest you get your facts straight next time, before you come running your mouth to me about shit you have no clue about. If not, I may forget you’re my son.”
He steps closer to me, leaning down to place his nose only inches from mine. “She’s there tonight, but where’s she gonna be tomorrow?”
My heart skips a beat at the certainty in his voice. “What are you talking about, boy? Lisa isn’t going anywhere.”
He drops back down in his seat and runs a hand through his hair. “She was packing up her shit yesterday. I saw her taking it out to her car.”
Relief fills me as his words make their way through my head. “She told me she was taking it to our house. She doesn’t need them at the clubhouse anymore.”
His eyes cut to me. “Did you know she’s been training Theresa to take her spot at the clubhouse.”
No, I fucking didn’t, but I don’t admit that to him. “She said she needed some time away from the clubhouse.”
Even as I say the words, they sound false to my ears. My woman loves the club damn near as much as she loves me. The only thing that could run her away from the club is the way I’ve been treating her.
“Dad, she’s leaving,” Smoke says, sounding damn near heartbroken himself. “Trust me when I tell you that. You may not think I know what I’m talking about, but I know more than you think. If you don’t make her your old lady, she’s gonna be gone forever.”
Fuck, I know he’s right. I don’t want to lose Lisa; even the thought is tearing me to shreds, but Lauren’s not even cold in her grave yet. How can I replace her so fast? After fucking up her life, how can I do that to her?
“Your mom’s only been gone for barely a year,” I reply, telling him something he already knows.
“She may have only been dead for a year, but she’s been gone a hell of a lot longer,” he says,