Page 111 of Shine: Sins of the Father
“I can’t think of anything I’d like more, son. But have you talked about that with her? It’s a big step bringing us out there.”
I grin. “We talked about it all the way here, Ma. She’s all in. Family is important to Fiona, and she wants you and Crissy in Dylan’s life.”
Crissy hears my words and hugs me tighter.
I laugh. “I think that’s a yes.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Shine—
The next day we spend time visiting my mother and sister.
After lunch, I take Fiona’s hand and lead her into the living area and sit us on the couch.
She looks at me puzzled. “What is it?”
“I need to go talk to Daytona. If we want to make this plan of ours a reality, I’ve first got to get approval to transfer to the San Jose chapter. That’s got to come from Daytona and Cole.”
“What if they won’t give it?”
I rub my palms together, my elbows on my knees, thinking about the ramifications. I’ve thought long and hard about this since the moment Reckless told me I had a son.
“Shine?”
“I’ll give up my patch.”
Fiona swallows, her eyes big and concerned. “Oh, Shine. That’s not what I want for you. You love this club.”
“I do, but I have a family now. And I know the motto is Evil Dead first, last, and always, but if they can’t cut me some slack on a simple thing like this, how can I stay?”
Fiona wraps her arms around my shoulders, and I press my mouth to her bicep, my hand closing over it. She gives me strength in just this silent gesture. A strength I never had before. It’s the power of love.
I smile and press my forehead to hers. “We’re gonna make it, sweetness. I don’t have any doubt about it.”
Her grip tightens. “Me neither.”
Leaving her is hard in that moment, but I know I have to go.
She walks me to the door, and I cup the back of her neck and haul her mouth to mine for one final kiss.
“Lock the door.”
She nods, and I lift my chin to the prospect outside, smoking a cigarette.
“Take care of ‘em, prospect. That’s my whole life in there.”
“Yes, sir.”
***
Twenty minutes later, I roll up at my clubhouse. I pause, taking it in, knowing that one way or another my time here is finished.
I pause on the porch and turn to look at the horizon, remembering the night Reckless called to tell me to come out and look at the sky. The night my son was born.
My family is waiting, so I walk through the doors.
Lobo is at the bar and stands to greet me with a backslapping hug.
