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Kid
They all laughed when they pulled into Zeffers and saw Wimpie had at last given in and renamed his restaurant from Zephyr to Zeffers as the restaurant was commonly known as.
He was waiting for them when they walked in. And he went into his whole GOT bullshit with Hawk and his prez played along, like he always did.
“We haven’t seen you here in a while my liege, therefore you’re not aware of the changes I’ve made. My establishment is being used by more and more clubs seeking neutral territory to discuss their troubles. It came to my attention that sitting down out here while discussing club business wasn’t ideal. And I therefore came up with a solution.” He explained hurriedly as he stood in front of them, barring the way to their usual table.
“I see, and what is that solution?” Hawk frowned at him and Wimpie rushed to explain.
“I now have a secure, windowless conference room for the use of any club who might need a secure place on neutral territory. None of the staff have access before or during a meeting. I sweep for bugs and cameras before and after every meeting. I guarantee that anything discussed between those using the room will not be overheard or recorded.”
Hawk nodded slowly. “That’s excellent, Wimpie. Let’s see this conference room of yours.”
He led them past the bar and down a short passage to a closed door that he unlocked then stood back for Kid to enter first. As SAA that was his job, to ensure the safety of his president and club. He checked it over before going back out to let his prez and VP know it was safe.
They settled at the table and Wimpie brought in a tray of beers and set it on the table.
“If you need more just press the buzzer on the table and I will bring them in. The buzzer doesn’t sound in the restaurant but goes directly to my phone. If anyone knocks on this door during the time you are in here, and you haven’t pressed the buzzer, then consider whoever it is the enemy.” Wimpie dragged his big handkerchief from his pocket and mopped his sweaty forehead. The bastard always sweated more than any man Kid has ever seen. It had nothing to do with being nervous at all. It was just Wimpie.
“Thanks, Wimpie. The Sinners should be here any moment. Bring them back here the minute they arrive. I want to get this started and done as soon as possible.” Hawk ordered and Wimpie left with a short bow.
“That bastard is crazy, you know that right?” Ice didn’t really expect an answer from Hawk.
“He’s harmless but a damn good connection to all the clubs who pull in here. I’ll take his crazy shit as long as the info keeps flowing our way.” Hawk twisted the cap off his beer tipped it back and took a big slug. He gave a satisfied sigh as he put it back down on the table.
The Sinners Sons walked in not long after. They all stood when they walked in and shook hands before sitting back down. Everyone took a beer and they drank in silence.
Dagger broke the silence.
“Right. We are here as requested. What is so important that we’re meeting in Wimpie’s super secure club conference room?” Dagger asked as he set his beer down.
Hawk didn’t hesitate and laid out the reason for the meet.
“Yesterday Kid was given some disturbing information by his mother, Esther Warne. And that is why I requested this meeting. As you know she was Flash Warne’s old lady but what you don’t know is that she’s most probably as twisted as her old man and daughter. She claimed that Kid wasn’t Flash’s son and fortunately we had DNA on hand we were able to check and she’s right. He’s definitely not the fucker’s son, but...they are related.”
Kid caught Jinx giving him several confused and curious looks as Hawk laid it all out. Until he got to the good part. Fuck. If it even was a good part.
“According to Kid’s mother his father is War Knight.” Hawk dropped the bomb and the three Sinners stiffened, then their narrowed eyes focussed on Kid. Hawk didn’t leave it there, he dropped the tablet with the proof of the DNA test and the photos on the table and the three men bent over it. They went from one photo to the next over and over before Dagger pushed the tablet back to the centre of the table.
Jinx was the first to speak.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” Jinx whispered. “That’s why he always looked sort of familiar but we never got close like we are right now, so I never made the connection. He has his eyes, you can see that, right Prez?”
Dagger sat with a thumb under his chin and the knuckle of his forefinger stroking over his bottom lip then nodded his head. “He does, and the hair is the same. Like you, I never realised why he looked so familiar. I just assumed it was my brain trying to make connections that didn’t exist. If this is real, and I do believe it is, and he is War’s son, it’s going to cause a fucking uproar.”
Church, Dagger’s VP, was the one who brought the issues the news might cause to the table. “War has an old lady and two children. His son is his SAA, but his daughter isn’t involved in the club. We need to consider how this is going to impact their lives before we make any life changing decisions.”
Jinx shook his head. “There’s no way we can keep this quiet. Uncle Camden will never forgive me if he found out I knew he possibly had another son but didn’t tell him. He’s all about family, you know this, Dagger. He’s been there for me when I needed him, gave me a place to stay while I worked through losing Sparrow and the shit my ex pulled. I have to tell him.”
Dagger shook his head. “No, we’ll do this together.”
“Do you really think I could be his son?” Kid asked softly.
Jinx nodded his head vigorously. “Yes, definitely. Unless my dad fucked around and you’re my brother. You have a strong family resemblance but it’s your eyes, they look exactly like War’s and my grandfather’s. We can call my dad and ask him if he fucked your mother back in the day but I doubt he did. He met my mum in high school and knocked her up with my sister while they were in college. They got married and have been together ever since. And my dad doesn’t cheat.”
Dagger nodded along as Jinx laid it out, obviously agreeing with him.
“I agree with Jinx. I don’t think Fox is your father but we can call him to get more clarity about what went down back then. I’ve always wondered why War was sent to Cape Town while he was so young and had only just started to prospect. When I asked my dad told me to let sleeping dogs lie. Now I wonder if by saying that he had been giving me a pointer. He always was a cagey bastard.” Dagger pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at Kid. “I’m going to call Fox and ask him right out if War was fucking your mother back then. What was her maiden name?”
“Esther Goldstein. Her parents are Jewish and apparently she ran away at twenty one to avoid marrying the man they had chosen for her or so she says. I’m not sure what to believe because she lies, a lot.” Kid didn’t try to sugar coat the person his mother was, it was better if everyone understood right from the start.
They were quiet while Dagger dialled the number then put his phone on speaker. It rang about four times before it was answered.
“Fox.” A deep irritated voice growled.
“Prez, it’s Dagger, and to let you know upfront you’re on speaker with Church and Jinx present as well as Hawk Walker, Ice Walker and Kid Warne. I have something very important to ask you that concerns one of them.”
“Fuck. What has gone wrong now? The fucking Dogz are being screwed more than a bitch in heat.” He growled angrily.
Dagger tried to disguise his grin but he wasn’t successful and neither were the rest of them. They all grinned.
“Well, to be honest it concerns the Sinners more than the Dogz this time. I’m not going to beat around the bush, Prez. Back in the day, did you fuck a bitch called Esther Goldstein?”
The silence was long and they could hear the man’s breathing before he spoke.
“So the bitch has surfaced has she?” He didn’t give them a chance to answer the question before he continued. “No, I never laid a hand on that crazy slut. She had her claws deep into War at the time. Why are you asking?”
“We have a bit of a situation, Dad.” Jinx jumped in.
The fact that he went from club brother to son clued his father in that whatever it was they had brought to him was family business.
“What has she done? I’m not going to allow that slut anywhere near War or his family, just a friendly warning if that’s what you’re trying to do.”
Jinx was quick to reassure him.
“No, not at all, Dad. This is more complicated than that.” He paused for a few seconds, looked at Dagger who nodded and then at Kid who did the same.
“Right. There’s no other way than to just come out and say it. As we all know she is Flash Warne’s old lady. And you know Kid Warne, his son, is the SAA at the Joburg chapter of the Dogz. But here’s where it gets screwy. A while back they had reason to conduct DNA tests of all their club members. And I’m sure you already know what I’m going to say next but here goes. Kid found out that Warne wasn’t his father and he confronted her with it. She claims he’s Uncle Cam’s son.”
They listened in stunned silence as Fox Knight spewed out in a string of vile swear words, calling Esther every name under the sun and more. Dagger and Jinx mouthed ‘sorry’ to Kid but he just shrugged. He agreed with a lot the man was saying.
“Video call, right the fuck now!” The line went dead and Dagger sighed and shook his head as he shut his phone down.
“Can we use the tablet you brought along? It might make it easier with the photos and so on.” He asked.
“Go for it.” Hawk said with a nod.
Dagger concentrated on the tablet as he set it up then stood it in a stand at the end of the table so they could all see. The call had scarcely rung when it connected.
Fox’s furious face appeared and his eyes skated over them before settling on Dagger. He was sitting in a big leather chair in what appeared to be either an office or a study. There were shelves filled with books and club memorabilia behind him.
“What the fuck are you boys playing at? Why the fuck would you bring shit sprouted by a club whore to me?”
Dagger didn’t answer he just picked up the tablet and handed it to Kid. Taking the device from him he held it up and stared emotionlessly into the camera.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” The National President of the Sinners Sons MC stared at him with wide eyes and a shocked expression.
“I’m Nathan ‘Kid’ Warne but my mother claims I’m not a Warne at all. And a DNA test confirmed it. I don’t care who my fucking sperm donor was or is as long as I don’t have Flash Warne’s blood in my veins I’m cool. But as we have an alliance keeping my possible parentage a secret will be bad for future dealings between our clubs, and that’s why we are here. I don’t need a fucking father, had one and damned glad to finally be rid of him.” Kid wasn’t going to play around with this shit, he needed this done. He held the tablet out waiting for someone to take it from him.
Taking the tablet Dagger put it back into the stand so kindly supplied by Wimpie.
Fox Knight suddenly grinned and shook his head with a short laugh. “Fuck, you even sound like your old man. War is going to lose his fucking mind at first but once it sinks in he is going to be over the fucking moon to have another son. He and Marcia always wanted a house full of rugrats but they had to stop at two. Now they’re pushing for loads of grandkids.”
Kid shook his head and sighed. “I’m a grown man, not a fucking rugrat. There’s a lot that has to happen before we know whether I’m his son or not. And there are no children in my future.”
“That’s what we all say, my boy. But then that pretty pink pussy winks at you and you lose your fucking head and dive right in. Nine months later you’re in the kid zone.” Fox stated as if it was gospel.
“I can totally confirm that statement.” Ice threw in with a wink. “Saw the pussy, had to have it, and now I have twin boys. Best mistake I ever made.”
Fox pointed at him with a wise nod. While Jinx shuddered and shook his head in disgust.
“I do not want to know shit about you and my mother or whatever the rest of you guys get up to. We’re here to get your opinion on what we should do next. Do we call Uncle Camden? What do you think we should do?”
“Right, I get it.” Fox played with his beard his eyes narrowed as he sat deep in thought. Then he nodded to himself and gave them his opinion.
“I could call him but I think it has to come from Dagger because Hawk reached out to him first.” As he spoke his eyes remained in Kid throughout. “At first I think he’s going to be pissed as hell and demand a DNA test, which is a good thing. Once he has those results proving you are his son he’s going to be enraged that he had been denied the opportunity to raise his son but he’ll deal with it because that’s just the man he is. He’s going to want to have a face to face so I suggest you prepare for a run down to Cape Town, the sooner the better.” He held his hands up when Hawk and Dagger tried to speak. “I know our clubs are having shit with the Syndicate right now but this is family business and has to come first. When you arrange the run ensure that it’s not just three of four brothers accompanying Kid. You have to make a statement to anyone watching.”
“I agree.” Hawk said. “Dagger can call War and after the DNA results are in we’ll put a joint run together. I don’t want him on a flight with no protection. We all know the Syndicate is going to wonder why my SAA is going to Cape Town and why he’s doing it in the company of the Sinners. It might be a good idea to have them escort a couple of trucks down as their cover. We’ll put some misinformation out there for them to pick up.”
Fox shook his head. “Let’s not give them anything right now. For the time being this stays with us. There’s no reason to let the purpose for the run slip other than its joint club business. It’s a well-known fact that our clubs are allied so it shouldn’t raise any suspicions, at first. We’ll deal with the rest when it happens. I might have to get involved as the National President of the club but we’ll see how your phone call plays out first.”
Dagger and Hawk both immediately agreed.
All Kid wanted was to get this behind him so he could get on with his life and his job at the club. He didn’t give a damn that he suddenly had a new family because he wasn’t going to allow them to drag him into their shit. He just got rid of the people who had been his supposed family and had treated him like shit his whole life. There was no way War’s wife and kids were going to be happy with a stranger walking into their lives. Especially not a stranger claiming to be War’s long lost eldest son.
He had had enough of being abused because of who he was. No more. He was finally shot of all family obligations and had no desire to take on new ones. He now had the freedom to be his own man and no longer had to take anyone else into consideration, except of course his club. And that was how it was going to stay.
He tuned back in to what was being said as Fox gave a final warning.
“Don’t let this drag on any longer. Call War. Today.” His eyes turned to Kid and he smiled. “Good to have met you, I’m looking forward to us having a beer together sometime in the future.”
Kid could only nod because he was stunned by the immediate acceptance. Fox ended the call on that note.
Dagger blew out a breath and looked at Hawk with his eyebrows raised and Hawk nodded.
“Go ahead, do it. Request a video call. We need to see his reaction right from the start.”
Dagger and Jinx looked at each other, then at Church. He shrugged and nodded.
Dagger sent a text message and then they waited. And waited. And waited. They sat sipping on their beers chatting about general club stuff when the phone rang and tension spiked through the room.
“I’m going to have him see only the three of us at first then I’ll bring you guys into the conversation.” Dagger said as he answered.
“Dagger, brother, what can I do for you?” The man who spoke sounded eerily like Kid, and Hawk and Ice gave him a shocked glance before looking back at Dagger.
“It’s more about what I can do for you, but you have to hear me out before you shut me down. Okay?” Dagger said very quietly.
“Now I’m intrigued. Let’s hear it.” War did indeed sound intrigued.
Dagger tipped his head to the side as he looked at the screen. “Are you alone, War?”
“Yes, why the fuck do you ask?”
“I asked because this is something personal and not meant for other ears.”
“And now I’m more than fucking intrigued. Out with it, Dags.” Dagger rolled his eyes at the shortening of his name.
“Okay, here goes. I was approached by Hawk Walker earlier today with some very important information his SAA, Kid Warne, brought to him. Kid’s mother claims that he is your son, not Flash Warne’s. He’s had a DNA test done and it confirms that he’s not Warne’s son but that there is a familial marker. I saw the DNA test results and they are real.”
“What the ever loving fuck?” War burst out. “Why the fuck would you bring this bullshit to me? The Warnes are a fucking boil on the butt of humanity. They should be fucking popped and gotten rid of, permanently. She’s fucking lying.”
Jinx leant forward. “Uncle Camden, he looks like you, not a little bit either, but exactly like you.”
“Bullshit, not even Rock looks exactly like me. We share some features but that’s all.”
“Fine.” Jinx snapped. “Then judge for yourself.”
Kid heard the ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ right before Jinx shoved the tablet at him.
Again he stared coldly into the camera and snarled through his teeth. “I’m Nathan ‘Kid’ Warne and I don’t give a fuck if I’m your son or not. I just need to close this fucking chapter of my life.”
The man with his face, but only bearded and older, stared back at him then blinked slowly.
“How old are you?” He snarled through clenched teeth very softly.
“Thirty eight. I was born in 1982 on the 15th of August.”
They stared at each other for long moments before War spoke.
“Jesus. Fuck. I want a DNA test done as soon as possible. If it turns out you are mine it means she stole you from me. And that means those two sly motherfuckers STOLE MY SON!!” He ended on a shout and suddenly there was the sound of pounding on a door. He turned his head towards where the door obviously was and shouted at whoever was pounding on the door. “Fuck off! I’m busy.”
There was a mumbled reply that he ignored because he was once again staring at Kid.
“I want to meet you. When can you get to Cape Town?” Kid was about to answer when Hawk took over.
He removed the tablet from Kid’s clenched hands and put it back on the stand so War could see all of them and they could see him.
“I won’t allow him to come down before we have DNA proof that he’s your son. We have the Syndicate on our backs and they would love to hit another of my men. I won’t allow that to happen. We have a contact with a DNA agency and I can organise to have your sample collected and tested against Kid’s. Or you can make your own arrangements. Either way suits us.”
War didn’t hesitate. “Make the arrangements but I already know what they are going to say.”
Hawk was tapping on his phone then looked up as he set it down.
“Good. I’ve sent a text to Ziggy, one of my officers, to set it up. I’ll have him e-mail you the details.”
War nodded and all the while his eyes stayed on Kid. “I still want you to come to Cape Town. We need to meet face to face and I want you to meet my family should the test come back positive.”
Again Hawk answered for him.
“As soon as we have the results we’ll organise a run. I think we should plan this for around two weeks from today which should give us enough time to put some plans in place. Kid won’t be coming down alone; he’ll have an escort that will consist of brothers from both clubs. Between us we’ll organise something that won’t raise too many eyebrows. We’ll come up with a very plausible reason for a joint run. I need Kid safe, he’s too important to me, my club and to our families for us to lose him.”
A merciless icy look settled over War’s face. “Is his mother included in that statement? Is he important to her as well?”
Kid answered before Hawk could. “Esther Warne has hated my guts since before I was born. There is no way I will ever consider her or any of the Warnes my family. The Walkers are my family, I don’t need anyone else.”
“Bullshit.” War leant forward his eyes hard and focused. “If you are my son you will have a family who will welcome you with open arms. My old lady is a good woman and once I’ve explained she will be over the moon to add another kid to our household, and before you say you’re not a kid anymore, believe me, she will convince you otherwise.”
Kid was confused because War spoke as if he had no doubts that he was his son.
“Rock might be a bit pissy at first but he’ll get over it very quickly and Keeley is a sweetheart, she’ll welcome you to the family instantly. We get the formality of the test done then you get down here and come and meet your family, son. Can’t fucking wait to introduce you to everyone.” A smile curved his mouth and he winked at him. “Don’t be surprised if my old lady starts calling you every day to find out how you’re doing, she does it to Rock and Keeley and it drives them fucking nuts. They’ll be happy as pigs in shit that her focus will shift off them to you for a while.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “And when you’re on a run? The shit gets worse, she insists on twice daily updates. My kids maintain that the name helicopter mum was invented for her. So be warned, she’s going to give you even more grey hairs than you already have. Check my beard and hair, this shit is my old lady’s fault.” He was grinning right throughout and all of them could see it was all said with love.
Kid turned and gave Ice a sly look. “She sounds like Aunt Suzy.”
“Wait until you have kids, they get worse.” Ice growled with a smile.
The grin dropped from Kids face. “I’m never going to have an old lady or children. I’ll leave that bullshit to you lot.”
War rested his bearded chin on his clasped hands and just looked at Kid for a few long seconds, and then he nodded.
“You grew up around toxic people who hurt you and that colours how you see relationships. I understand the way you feel about it. You go ahead and live your life the way you want and don’t compromise on anything. If you keep your eyes on the goal you will get there. But Kid, hear me when I say this. We live a very harsh life that can end in the blink of an eye, the softness of a woman and the joy of children makes the life we chose to live so much easier. I’m not discounting the fellowship of our brothers and the club at all but they can’t give you everything you need. And that is something I learned the hard way. When you get here we can sit down and I’ll tell you about it.”
“I’ll reserve judgement on that one until we’ve had our chat.” Kid said with a nod.
“Good. Now I need to get out of here. I need to go see my old lady with the news. Can you send me some photographs so I can show her what you look like?” War asked almost sheepishly.
“Ja, we brought photos and the DNA test along to show Dagger and Jinx. I’ll forward them to Dagger and he can forward them to you.” Ice said.
“Add your phone number and email to that, Kid. We’ll be talking again soon, son. Look after yourself and we’ll see you in Cape Town soon.”
With that he ended the call and Kid sat back and let the breath he had been holding in go. Relief shot through him as he breathed normally for what felt like the first time in hours.
“That went way better than I anticipated.” Hawk said as he picked up his beer and drank deep.
Dagger shoved his phone towards Kid. “Put your details in so I can forward them with the photos. And be prepared brother, you’re going to receive a fuckload of calls before you get to Cape Town. This isn’t the last you’ve heard of War.”
Kid silently did as he was asked and put in his details. To him it was a bit surreal how he went from having a fucked up family to this.
One look into War Knight’s eyes and he had known in his gut that the man was his father. His father was the president of the Cape Town chapter of the Sinners Sons MC. He repeated it over and over in his head and it still sounded weird.
Unbelievably weird.
A part of him looked forward to meeting the man in person while another part warned him that people lied about who they were. They lied and hurt those they were supposed to love.
It was easy to put up a front, very damned easy.
He couldn’t afford to trust anything War had said to him. Too many times in his life had he put his trust in people only to be disappointed. It taught him a hard lesson. A lesson he had taken to heart and lived by.
Actions spoke louder than words.
He would be waiting on those actions before he made up his mind one way or the other.
War
War sat staring at the screen of his laptop for several minutes after he ended the call. The man going by the name of Nathan ‘Kid’ Warne was his son, of that he had no doubt. He looked too much like him at that age to be mistaken for anyone else’s kid. And what the fuck was up with his road name?
His phone pinged with a notification that he had a message from Dagger. Drawing in a deep breath he opened it, as expected it was the photos for the man he knew in his gut was his son. They had the same eyes, same colour hair, same build. One thing was different though. His son’s eyes were dead, they showed nothing. Even when he was smiling his eyes didn’t smile.
What the fuck had those two lowlifes done to him?
Shaking his head he closed his phone and slipped it into his pocket. Then he logged out of his laptop, closed it and walked out of his office and locked it behind him. In the common room he shouted at the two patches, Bacon and Tubs that he was going home for a while. He wasn’t surprised when they followed him out and rode home with him. They were following Rock’s orders.
Fuck. How was Rock going to take the news that he had an older brother? He suspected not well, not well at all.
He pulled into his garage and sat on his bike for a few seconds before getting off and leaving his helmet and gloves on the seat. Tubs walked into the house with him while Bacon kept watch outside.
“Marcia, babe, where are you?” He called as he walked into the kitchen.
“I’m on the deck.” She shouted and he started making his way towards her.
“I need to talk to my old lady. Stay in the kitchen, I’ll call if I need you.” He ordered over his shoulder.
She was lying on a lounger under the shady pergola reading when he walked out and closed the slider behind him. Giving him a brilliant smile she rested her open book over her belly and watched him as he drew a chair close to the lounger and sat down. By the time he sat down she was frowning.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need to tell you something.” He said as he picked up her hand and stroked his thumb over her knuckles.
“Okay, but you’re making me nervous. Is it something bad?” Her fingers tightened around his.
“It’s a bit of both, baby. Do you remember back when we got together how we decided to let our pasts stay in the past?”
She frowned and gave a slow nod.
“Today a part of my past resurfaced. But before I tell you what it is I want you to know that I didn’t know. If I had different decisions would have been made.”
“Stop waffling and just tell me. You make it worse if you drag it out.” His woman snipped at him.
Drawing her hand to his mouth he kissed her knuckles then held on to it with both hands. “When I was sixteen I got involved with an older woman. She was a hangaround at the club and I was so damned cocky that she was hung up on me. My mum caught me fucking her a week after my seventeenth birthday and lost her mind. She had her thrown out and immediately had me transferred to Cape Town. I didn’t care because the woman hadn’t meant anything other than bragging rights with my friends and a learning experience. I didn’t give her another thought until today, when I found out that there’s a possibility she had my son and never told me about him.”
His woman’s mouth hung open in shock. “You’re telling me there’s a man out there who says he’s your son?”
War nodded slowly then withdrew a hand and slipped his phone from his pocket. One handed he opened it, found the photos and gave the phone to his wife. Withdrawing her hand from his she held the phone in both hands and stared at the photos. Flicking through them several times.
“How old is he?” She asked softly.
“He says he’s thirty eight. He was born on the 15th of August 1982.”
“What about his mother? What happened to her and why didn’t she tell you?”
War immediately became pissed off again. “She married my half-brother and told him Nathan was his. She didn’t tell the boy who his father was until yesterday. The man is shocked and relieved if I read him right.”
Marcia sat up with a loud curse and his woman didn’t curse, not ever. “The fucking bitch! Anyone with eyes can see this boy is yours. The eyes, the hair even the shape of his face, it’s all yours.”
“I’ve asked for a DNA test so we have proof that he’s mine. I’m going to need the test when I take this to my brothers and acknowledge him as my son.”
“What about Rock and Keeley? When are we going to tell them? They have to be told before you tell the club, Cam. They have a right to be the first to know.”
She still held his phone and every now and then she would glance down at the photo that had captured her attention the most. A close up head shot of Nathan Warne.
Fuck that! He was Nathan Knight and War was going to bring it up with him as soon as he had that fucking DNA test in his hand. He wanted his son to carry his name, not the name of that piece of shit half-brother of his.
“We’ll call the kids in and tell them over dinner as soon as the results come in. Hawk assured me it would be done as soon as they had my DNA. Okay?”
Nodding in agreement she reached up and pulled his head down to hers and kissed him softly then pulled away a little. “Do you think he will move to Cape Town to be close to us if the DNA test confirms that he’s yours?”
War shook his head sadly. “No, baby, he rides with the Iron Dogz MC and he’s their SAA. His loyalty will be with his president and his club as it should be.”
“But...but if he’s our son and he patches over he’ll have a chance to be Rock’s VP when the time comes. He will never get that chance with the Iron Dogz. Everyone knows their club works just like ours. The gavel is always handed over to family. If not the eldest son then the eldest nephew of the current president.”
War smiled and pointed at his phone. “Look at that photo, Marcia, really look at it. That man would never serve under Rock. He’s much harder and deadlier than our son and I think it’s because of the way he grew up. And baby, like Rock, he grew up in his club. Those men are his brothers, and he would never walk away from them or his club.”
Her shoulders slumped and she pouted. “I thought I was going to have another son to spoil. Joburg is so far away.”
“Not really, baby. It’s a few hours on a plane, we can visit him and he can visit us, easily.”
She was still pouting as she looked down at the photo. “He looks so alone, even standing next to his friends he’s somehow removed from them. Does he have an old lady and children? Are we grandparents?”
Again he shook his head. “No sweetheart, he’s cold and bitter and says an old lady and children aren’t in his future.”
He saw the determined glitter in his old lady’s eyes and hid his smile. She was going to give their new son even more grey hairs than he already had.
