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"Tomorrow," I say with a little sigh.
Reaper grins. "Don't worry, man, it'll be fine. Get through the prospect era and then you're a patched member."
"How long does that take?" I ask.
He lifts his shoulders and shrugs. "Varies from guy to guy. But the average is around eight months."
That's doable. "I'll see you tomorrow then, man."
He grins as he flicks his two fingers out in a half-ass wave.
* * *
EIGHT YEARS LATER
My life has changed drastically over the past eight years. I'm no longer the kid who had no purpose. I found it the night I walked into the clubhouse of the Fury Vipers, and it wasn't long until I became a whole new man. I left Kane in the past where he belonged, and I became Preacher. My dislike for religion gave me my moniker, but I don't care. It's fitting, a fuck you to those two bastards who brought me into this world.
I glance down at the boy in my arms, and my heart swells but also breaks. Tyson was the best thing that ever happened to me. I had a son, one that I love with every fucking beat of my heart. His birth was beyond fucked up. His mom was a cunt. She was the lowest of the low when it comes to women. Drinking, doing drugs, and fucking multiple men bareback while the kid was growing in her uterus. I have no doubt that she would have killed the kid had she had the choice. From the second I found out my child was growing inside of her, I kept her on lockdown. She wanted to become an old lady, to become something she could never be. Not because she was a club whore, but because she was a raving fucking bitch. I'd have had no problems making her my old lady had she not been so fucking disgusting.
My son was born an addict. I think that was the most heartbreaking moment of my life. Never did I expect to see a new born baby fighting an addiction his mother had given him. It was brutal and it was fucked up. But I didn't leave his side. I made sure that he was okay, and that he wasn't alone. He's a fucking fighter—hence his name. He showed the world that he was born to fight, and he came out on top. Now, he's thriving.
Of course, my life can't go easy. No, there's always something that'll come along and fuck it up, and this time it was thanks to Mayhem. My brother meant well and I hold no grudges against him, but fuck, he pulled the rug from under me with the revelation that he blurted out.
Tyson's not my son.
Crack. My fucking world fell apart at his words. Not only is Tyson not my son, but he's Reaper’s. My brother is the fucking best man I know, and the fact that he was willing to step back and let me continue to raise Tyson as my own says a fucking lot about who he is. But Reaper has done more than enough for me. The man went to prison for me. He served four years for me. I can't take Tyson from him. Not now that I know. Had it been anyone else, I would have left with the kid and never looked back. But right now, I have to do what's best for Tyson and Reaper, and that's letting them be together.
I hold Tyson tight in my arms, knowing this is the last time. There's no coming back after this. Heaviness settles on my chest as I look down at his chubby cheeks and big eyes.
How do I give him up and walk away?
I have no choice. I really don't. Reaper has already given up so much for me. I can't take his son from him.
"Little man," I say softly, my throat closing with emotion. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, but I have to go. I have no other choice. But you're goin' to be fine. You're gonna have the best parents to take care of you. Your dad is the best man I know, and your mom... well, your mom is the sweetest woman and she makes the best baked goods. They're going to love you and care for you."
I press a kiss to his head and hold him close to me. I inhale his scent, taking it in, knowing that it's the last fucking time. Christ... This is without a doubt the hardest thing I'm ever going to do.
There's a knock on the door and I open it to see Ace's old lady, Eda, standing in the doorway with a small smile on her face.
"Hey, you wanted to see me?" she asks, her voice raspy. She almost died when she was seven, and in doing so her voice box was damaged, which led to her raspy voice.
"Can you watch Tyson for a while?"
She doesn't hesitate to answer. "Of course." She reaches for him, and it takes every ounce of strength that I have to hand my boy over to her. "You know the kids love Tyson, as do I. I'm happy to watch him whenever you like."
"Thanks," I say, my voice rough.
She beams at me, and I watch as she takes my boy out of my room, closing the door behind her as she does. I can't help the tears that fall from my eyes. He's gone, and I'm never going to see him again.
Tonight, I leave. It's the best thing for everyone. There's no way I'd be able to live around them and watch as other people raised him and I know if I stay, Reaper is going to find it hard to do what needs to be done.
I've booked a flight. It leaves in a few hours. I'm leaving the US and I'm flying to Ireland. I'm not leaving the Vipers. I can't lose everything, so I'm doing the next best thing. I'm going to our Dublin chapter to escape.
I just pray it fucking works.
CHAPTER2
PREACHER
