he pushes me away and runs his hand through his hair. “No one thought they should tell me this?” He looks at me like I’m the devil himself.
“I wanted to, but the doctor said it was best to wait until you got home. That we shouldn’t add to what you were already dealing with,” I say softly.
“You knew about this and didn’t tell me? How the fuck could you do that? How many times are you gonna fuck me over Molly? Huh?”
His roar could be heard for miles. I’m about to respond, but I don’t know what to say. I don’t have the chance to think about it either. Roland shoves out of the bed, grabs his jeans, and pulls them on before he storms out of the room.
I regret everything.
Chapter 16
Reaper
I’ve always wonder what would kill me. Would it be a bullet? A rival? I never thought I would have to think about what was going to kill my own child. That’s a pill I never even knew I would have to think about swallowing.
I’ve taken my anger out on Molly over the last few days. I know I shouldn’t, but at the same time she stole my child away and kept him from me and now he’s dying.
I don’t even know how long he has. Everything I’ve found on the internet says five years from the original diagnosis. Five fucking years? What am I supposed to do with five years? That isn’t enough time. I want more than that.
I even called the bastard doc that told her and he said it’s all unknown, that he could live fifty years. I don’t like surprises and waking up one day to my son being gone is not an option.
“You look like shit,” Mason says as he sits on the stool next to mine.
“I feel like it. There’s just too much shit goin’ on Mason.”
He nods his head as if he understands, but he doesn’t. None of them understand.
“She told me what she told you brother. I’m sorry Reaper,” Whitley’s voice comes from behind me. Her hand lands on my shoulder. I reach up and place mine over hers and give it a little squeeze.
“Thanks darlin’. It’ll be alright though.” She nods her head and pulls away from me and walks to the kitchen.
“You’ve called other doctors?” Mason asks. I nod and grab my beer.
“They all say the same shit. How the fuck do I just get him back only to lose him for good?”
“I dunno brother. Let’s not think like that though. He’s a strong kid. Hell, he’s your kid. If anyone can beat this shit it’s him.”
I nod my head because he’s right. My kid’s a fighter. He’s just like me.
“You ready to hit this run?” I ask him. Mason chugs down the rest of his beer before he faces me.
“Fuck yeah. I’m ready to see what your handy ass skills can do. That truck has been sittin’ since you’ve been gone. We’re as ready as ever to see that motherfucker in action,” he laughs.
I’ve always been handy with the welder. None of the trucks that I’ve added compartments to have even been checked. Once we saw how well they were working for us Ink had the idea of making a box truck. It makes sense. I welded fake walls into the motherfucker. No one will suspect a thing and since Viking wanted some new parts for the bikes up north this was the perfect opportunity to see how effective my work is.
“You’re pretty sure of it?” he asks.
I nod my head and reply, “You’re goddamn right I am. Have you motherfuckers been arrested with the trucks yet?” I ask fucking with him a little.
He chuckles and lights up a cigarette. “Hell no,” he says.
“Then shut the fuck up. I know what I’m doin’ brother. We’ve got this. Hell, even if we do get stopped, I’m runnin’,” I joke with him.
Mason shakes his head and Viking says, “You aren’t runnin’. You too goddamn old to run.”
I glance up at him and smile, “Yeah, that’s what it is. What’s up?”
“Not much. I’m itchin’ to get those parts down here. I wanna amp up the bikes up before the big ride,” he says as his voice drifts off in thought.
“I heard that. Don’t worry. Your parts will get here.”
“No doubt. You ready to head out?”
“Damn right I am. I’ve missed this shit,” I admit.
Viking nods while taking the cigarette from Mason and brings it up to his lips. “It wasn’t the