Page 90 of Like Fathers, Like Son
Blaze
Everythingwassoclearwhen I woke up the next morning, wrapped around Anneka and our baby, and aching like hell from all the bruising I knew I had from our little escapades yesterday.
We’d connected yet again, but she had a habit of changing her mind on me, and I wasn’t about to let it happen even once more. It was time to lock things down for good, so she couldn’t back out or even consider it.
Easing out of the bed, and making my way downstairs, I grabbed a coffee and some strong painkillers as I dialled my phone. My arm was so stiff and sore from landing on it, but it wasn’t about to slow me down in my plans. The sooner this was done, the better.
“Hey son, everything okay?” I’d called dad Dory’s mobile, because I knew he’d be the one to help me make this happen.
“Yeah, dad, we’re cool. Uh, I need your help with some urgent arrangements. It’s time to make sure she can’t disappear on me again.”
Dad was quiet for a moment, and I heard him call out to dad Gray before he spoke again.
“You want a tracker in her?”
Holy shit. I hadn’t even thought of that, but the second he said it, I knew it was fucking essential. This is why dad Dory was the best one to help me out.
“Actually, yeah, definitely at some point, but that wasn’t the only thing. We settled things last night, and we’re going to make things work, but I still feel like she’s a flight risk. Maybe it’s hormones or some shit, right?”
I ignored their chuckles in the background, because I knew I was right, and that drastic action was needed. I explained what I needed, and dad Dory was suddenly not finding things so funny.
“You’re sure about this, kid? You’re only nineteen years old, and-”
“And that means I can’t possibly know my own mind? Did I do all this for nothing? She’s mine, dad. I have to be able to keep her.”
Dad Gray muttered something in the background and dad Dory sighed heavily.
“Yeah, I can make some calls. When, Blaze?”
“Today.”
“For fuck’s sake, I can’t promise that, son. There are things that have to be in place first.”
“Make it happen, dad. It has to be today.” As it turned out, that was completely fucking impossible, but there was something else I could do in the meantime, and I knew exactly who to call on for that.
“Where are we going, Blaze?” Anneka was bundled up in warm clothes, and holding her hands over the heater as I drove, heading straight to Pike’s place.
“Just going to see a friend of mine. He’s gonna help us out with a little something, and I think you’ll like it.” I grinned at her, and saw her eyes narrow slightly. Suspicious as always, but then, didn’t she have good reason to be?
“Blaze, what the hell are you up to now?”
I shrugged, and then cursed because of my fucking shoulder. Driving was uncomfortable as fuck, but at least it was my left arm, and I drove an automatic, so I had some reprieve as long as I took bends and turns carefully.
I pulled up at Pike’s place, and parked up outside. As expected, there were quite a few motorbikes lined up in the closest spaces, and a couple of patched bikers standing around chatting with each other.
“Hey, Blaze,” one of them called, grinning at me as I helped Anneka out of the car, but then his eyes started to trail over her, so I stepped forward to block his line of sight. He caught my warning glare and started to laugh.
“Message received, kid.”Kid. Why the fuck did everyone call me ‘kid’? When would they start treating me like the grown man I was?
I led Anneka inside and saw Pike just finishing up a detailed inking job on one of his biker brothers, so I grabbed a seat, and dragged her down beside me. I wasn’t letting go of her fucking hand now we were out and about. This was why I needed things settled, set in stone, and unbreakable.
“You’re getting another tattoo? Or are they changing another one calling me a bitch or whatever?”
“Blaze, back already, eh?” Pike wrapped things up with the biker, a guy I didn’t recognise, and came over to see me, peeling black latex gloves off as he walked.
“Hey Pike, you know me. Can’t stay away. You got room for one today? Another cover up.”
He rolled his eyes. “You make me put all that shit on you, then you keep making me alter them. It’s like you just enjoy the way the needle feels, man.”
