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Now, he got all the moments.
Lash locked up the car, and together, he and Anthony headed into the Christmas tree lot. Whizz and Lacey had scored a big one, and it had taken Angel two days to get the thing decorated. It was huge and took up a nice corner of the clubhouse. Killer had been the one to put the angel on the tree. He was the biggest fucking giant they had.
He still couldn’t believe Kelsey and Killer had given birth to small kids. He had no doubt the time would come when those little shits were just as big as their father.
There weren’t many people in the lot, and Anthony stayed by his side, pointing at random trees.
Lash would know the right tree when he saw it.
“So, do you want to tell me what is going on with you and Daisy?”
“Nothing.”
“Your mother is worried,” Lash said.
“Mom’s always worried. You know that.”
He and Anthony had a good, strong relationship. He was very much aware of his son’s darkness and what he was capable of.
Lash didn’t need to bring up the fact that Anthony had killed Daisy’s dad, or that he’d hurt anyone who had ever dared to hurt Daisy.
The club thought Tabitha’s intervention with Michael was what put Alex’s son on the right path.
It wasn’t.
He was no fool. Michael had called Daisy fat a few years ago and even implied that she didn’t have a place in The Skulls because she was adopted. That Lacey and Whizz had felt bad for her, but they didn’t love her.
Michael’s face hadn’t been bruised or given any indication or sign that anything was wrong with him.
Lash had seen how he walked.
Anthony had struck where it was hard to see.
Not that Lash could blame his son. When it came to the kids, unless it needed adults to take care of it, he left them flesh out their own arguments. Oftentimes, it was a load of bullshit that didn’t need a grownup to deal with.
“Well, I’m not telling you that I’m worried.” Lash stopped and turned to Anthony.
His son had shoved his hands into his pockets.
“Talk to me.”
Anthony stared at him for a long time. Lash wasn’t like the boy his son was used to. Lash had seen darkness, and hell, and he’d dealt with beasts that would make his son shit his pants.
“She’s worried about Tabitha. That’s it.”
“What is going on with the two of you? Are you two together or not?”
“Why do I have to answer that?” Anthony asked.
Lash took a step toward his son. “Because I know you. You can give your mother the fake smiles and play the bullshit role. You do it very well, but I do know you, and I know you’ve got a lot of shit to work out. I can’t have that spilling into my club. I can’t have anyone doubting you as a potential leader.”
“We know that’s supposed to go to Miles,” Anthony said.
“Not necessarily. When the time comes, it will go to the person who deserves it.”
Anthony sighed. “I’ve been thinking about heading out with the Nomad Chapter.”
This was news to Lash. “You have?”
