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I want to squeal. I want to smile. I love that he's given me this piece of himself. But he's going through so much that it doesn't feel like the time to celebrate.
I rise to my feet. It's been a hard day for him. "Come," I whisper, holding out my hand for him. "Let's go to bed. You need sleep, Gray, and you're safe here."
He doesn't hesitate. He rises and holds my hand. His grip is tight but perfect. "I'm fuckin' wrecked, honey," he says, and I know that he's opening up to me even more.
"Then we'll sleep. Tomorrow is a new day. We'll go from there."
This situation is awful, and it's not going to be easy for Grayson. It's going to be far from it. I can tell by the seriousness in his eyes that this isn't him just thinking that Tyson's his. He's adamant, and my gut tells me that if he were to have a DNA test, it would come back positive that Grayson is the dad. It's going to be impossible for him to see Tyson and not feel fatherly toward him. It could end up tearing him apart.
I just pray that he's able to find a way through this.
CHAPTER16
REAPER
"You good, brother?" Preacher asks. It's been a few days since I realized I could be Tyson's father.
I've not been around the clubhouse much, staying every night at Esme's house, needing to have the distance between me and my brothers. It's fucked up, but it's the only way I can deal right now. Seeing Tyson every day I'm here is hard, especially as every time I look at him, I see myself looking back at me. But I need to do this. I need to ensure that Preach doesn't find out.
"Yeah," I reply with a grin. "Prez called. Makenna wants a meeting."
His gaze narrows. "They've uncovered shit about those dick Jacobson’s?"
"Seems so," I reply, shoving my hands into my pockets. "I need to find out how bad these fuckers are. Money doesn't buy everything and I want to know their weaknesses."
"You're really into Esme, aren't you?"
I stare at him. "What do you think?"
He grins. "You've never been this way about another woman. Hell, anyone. Fuck, brother, I thought you were destined to be a fuckin' asshole who's alone and miserable all his life."
I flip him off, pissed that we're having this discussion. "Whatever. Right now, Es and I are takin' things slow and seein' how things go. She's been through hell and she's finally comin' out the other side. We're not rushin' it."
"I'm pleased for you, brother. I like Esme. She's good for you. She makes you happy, and that's all we could ever want."
I hear Tyson crying, and my heart feels as though it's encased in a fist that’s squeezing hard. It feels as though it's about to explode in my chest. Fuck, it's harder to be around him than I thought it would be.
The door to Prez's office opens, and I glance over and see him standing in the doorway with his arms closed. "Reap, you ready?" he asks.
"Talk to you later," I mutter to Preach and move toward Ace.
Entering his office, I see Makenna seated, her head bowed, her blonde hair falling over her face as she types on her cell.
"Makenna has information for us," Ace says as he closes the door behind us. "You're not going to be happy, brother. That asshole Jacobson is far from finished with Esme."
"What?" I hiss through clenched teeth. "The fuck does that mean?"
"Harry Jacobson Senior," Makenna says, her Irish accent soft and lyrical, "has made it known that having a first grade teacher who looks as sweet as Esme does, and is as well-loved as Esme, would be a great look for his business. He's beyond pissed that his son fucked up everything he worked hard to organize."
"He can get fucked," I snap. "She's not his, not any-fucking-more."
"We know that, but the Jacobson’s aren't prepared to lose their dream of their happy family," Makenna says, pursing her lips. "Seems as though Harry Senior wants to dip his toes into politics."
"He goes near her, Makenna, and he won’t make it to see a fuckin' election." I'm so fucking angry. I can't and won't let that bastard near her. He's done enough damage to her, and I won’t sit back and see him do more. I’ll kill him before he gets the chance.
Her pursed lips spread into a bright, wicked smile. "Now, Reaper, you should know me better than that. I don't like the Jacobson’s. They're thick as thieves with the Albanians, which means if those assholes rise to power, they'll interfere with my business, and that's not something I'll ever allow to happen. The fact that he's also targeting Esme just adds fuel to the fire."
"So, it's time to pay those assholes a visit," I announce. "Make it known that this shit isn't going to fly."
