for her Fin? You sure the fuck are actin’ like her old man right now,” Ink snaps. I think about walking in there, but then I hear the punches landing.
“Son of a bitch,” Fin roars.
I peek around the door frame and into the room. Viking’s eyes find mine. A strange look crosses his face. It’s a mixture of both anger and intrigue. I swallow hard before turning on my heel and running back down to Roland’s room.
Once I’m safely inside I let the anger and fear wash over me. I cry like a damn baby. I cry because I’m slowly losing my son. I cry because I’m killing his father in the process. I really thought we could be happy. I thought we were finally going to get our second chance. The only thing I’m doing is tearing him down. I’m in the middle of his life and I shouldn’t be.
Once upon a time next to him was my place, but I made the decision to not tell him about Tom. I made that choice and now all of this is happening because of me. I’m the reason for all of this. I can’t let them ruin him. I can’t let what I did destroy his family, they are his family, I’m the intruder here. I should have never come here.
I should have taken Drake and run, but I knew Roland could give him something I couldn’t. A life without fear. Now that has been taken away from him too. I’ve messed it all up. Swiping the tears off of my cheeks, I take a deep breath. I just need to find out where Tom is and go from there. If it’s me he wants to end all of this for Roland, then I will go willingly. I will endure everything if it means that Roland and Drake are safe.
I shove off the bed and head to the closet. Packing myself a small bag I nestle it in the corner and out of sight. Just like the bag Drake used to always have ready.
When I find out where the fuck Tom is, I’m going. I’ll runaway just like before and make this right.
I let the idea settle in my mind. There is no other choice. I don’t want to be away from Drake at all. Especially when health is deteriorating. I don’t know how long I have left with him, and that’s what hurts me the most.
No, this is the right thing to do. I have to fix this some way. I have to believe that Drake is going to be fine and that Roland can handle taking care of him. A knock on the door stops my train of thought. I walk over and pull it open to find Viking standing there.
“Can we talk for a minute?” he asks.
I nod once and step back to allow him entrance into the room. Walking toward the bed I drop back onto it.
“I know shit’s been hard on you. It’s not just you that we’re worried about though. Reaper is our family. He’s been a huge part of our lives, and to let him go down… it’s just not an option.” His tone is even, but I can see the hint of evil in his eyes. I know he doesn’t like me being around here.
“I get it Viking. As soon as I can, I will leave.”
“No, I don’t think you do get it. I don’t want him hurtin’ over you. I don’t want to watch him become the way he was when he first stepped foot into this clubhouse. He was a goddamn mess before and now he’s dealin’ with the shit that happened in the pen and Drake. I worry about him Molly.” His admission calms me a little. I can’t say that I don’t understand, because I do.
“I worry about him too, which is why I need to get out of here. I can’t let him go down for what I’ve done. I messed up. It was me, not him or Drake. I just need to know that Drake is welcome here,” I tell him as my eyes fill with tears.
“What the hell are you sayin’?”
“I’m saying that I need to go. I need to find Tom and handle this myself. Roland doesn’t deserve my shit on top of what he already has going on.”
“You think he’s just gonna let you walk the fuck out of here? Have you lost your goddamn mind? All he cares about is you and