Page 2 of Kobra's Opal

“You gave my child away.” I gritted out.

She shoved me backwards out into the cold rain. “You have no right to be here.” She said with tears in her eyes. “And you have no right to judge me. Ever. You dropped me at the station and left. You gave your right to be a father that night.”

I pointed to the door. “My child is in there.”

“No,” She shoved me back with all her might, but I didn’t move. “My nephew is in there. And my brother and his wife are his parents.”

I felt the colour drain from my face. “I have a son. . .”

“No Kobra,” she stared into my eyes with coldness. “You don’t have a son. You don’t have me. You’ve got your club and you’ll always have your club. Because that’s all you care about.” Her eyes went blurry. “You’re gonna do what you are good at. Turn your back and walk away.”

“Like fuck, that’s my son!” I roared at her.

“You aren’t on the birth certificate. I signed the adoptions papers the moment he was born. Like I said, I have a nephew and you Kobra,” She stared up at me, tears running down her cheeks. “will have no one but your club. If you get it your way.”

Her words stunned me. I had no legal right to my son. To my own fucking son!

“Stay away from him, from us.” Pain rippled across her face. “You are as poisonous as your name.”

I stood frozen, watching her turn her back and walk back inside. That’s when Opal Lopez walked away from me—and I let her. Because she was right. I’d bring nothing to her life, or my sons. I was a shell of a man, living a lifestyle that could cost them their lives.

So I let her close the door on me, on our future, and on my right to be a father to the little boy in there.

And that was the decision, haunted me for years to come.

Five Years Later

Easton kicked back, inhaling on his joint. Giving me a classic expression. Easton Kincaid isn’t big on words. However could communicate his words through a look. He had just listened to me rant about my rambles with my father.

Hades was making my life that bit harder. Mainly because he said I was slipping on responsibilities within the club. I had little in life. My family and the brotherhood. To be told by my old man that I’m failing at the table which is basically the only thing I got in my life—well, it pissed me off.

I didn’t have mates. Sure, the brotherhood members were considered brothers, but the only men I really trusted carried my last name. My cousins, Creaton, Tane, Easton Kincaid—were the closest who would ever know the personal details of my life. Couldn’t trust a member without them going back to tell Hades.

My cousins had the ability to look into my life clearly. Because my Uncle Khaos had just as much as a ruthless reputation as Hades.

Tane, he’s more controlled. Looks at everything level headed. Easton—he just fucking explodes with rage at small things. Like I said, not a big talker. Creaton being the oldest is a mixture of both.

“This ain’t about Hades,” Tane said, blowing out a mouthful of smoke. His chiselled dark eyes locked with mine. “This is about you hearing Holly was with Opal.”

Holly, my little sister, had been crashing with my ex. When I first heard. I felt nothing but rage. But I got it. Because Opal was the one person who wasn’t associated with the club anymore. She was Holly’s friend.

Still made me bitter how Opal kept a relationship with my sisters.

In saying that, not one of my family members knew I had a son. Only my father, who never mentioned it.

I know Hades. He’d trap my son into this lifestyle and Opal choose for our son. Not to have it. Fuck. Nah. I can’t say that. I choose for him not to have this lifestyle by walking out on them.

“You sent a check lately?” Creaton asked. The boys knew about my son. I send cash checks to Opal’s brother's house. He always took the money, which made me think—he knew deep down that the money was coming from me.

“Yeah,” I blew out my own smoke ring. “Every score and settled deal. I cut a check.” I felt my temper creep up. “Holly wants me to drop past Opal’s and pick up her things.”

The boys shared a look.

“You ain’t looking your best, pretty boy. No offense.” Easton muttered. “What’s with you always looking for a fight? Thinking, I’m rubbing up on you cousin.”

“Yeah,” I ran my hand over my bruised jaw line. “Hades has had words with me about it. Something about having to pull my head in.”

The boys shared another look.

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