Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Zeke didn’t kid himself. He only got the votes because of who his father was. Despite being nothing but “trouble.”
The members thought he’d get his shit together. That stepping into his father’s boots would make him more responsible and get his head on fucking straight. For a long time, he proved them wrong.
But shit had changed and life going forward would be different. He had a son who’d eventually look up to him. Or at least he hoped Ledger would.
He needed to be a good example of a club president because he sure as fuck hoped his own kid would be next in line to sit at the head of the table with the gavel in hand. The same one used when the club was established back in 1974 by his great-grandfather.
The Dirty Angels had a long history.
And his son was the future.
“Gotta go spend some time with Ky and my kid. She wants me to prove I’m worthy of bein’ his dad.”
Zak shook his head. “That’s gonna be an uphill battle.”
“Gonna do my fuckin’ best.”
“Shoulda been doin’ your best as prez, too. Guess this whacked you upside the head and opened your eyes.”
“So, you leavin’ and gonna let us spend this time together without you interferin’?”
“Ain’t gonna interfere. Gonna eat my fuckin’ breakfast and drink some coffee.”
“Dad...”
“Will keep my mouth shut ‘cause I’ll be chewin’.”
“Dad…”
The kitchen door swung open and Larry came out carrying a huge tray full of pancakes and all the rest. He set it down on the bar and said to Zak, “Making your breakfast next.”
“Scrap my order. Guess I’m eatin’ pancakes with my…” His old man’s head twitched. “With them.”
Chapter Fifteen
“I didn’t want your family to know, Zeke.”
Before Kyra left the DAMC clubhouse that morning, he had convinced her to unblock his number. Since they shared a son and he wanted a relationship with him, she relented. For Ledger’s sake.
Of course he’d called her after Ledger was asleep and she’d climbed into bed.
“You ain’t the only one.”
“I wasn’t expecting your father to be there.”
“You ain’t the only one,” he repeated. “Shoulda met elsewhere.”
That was true and she should’ve made that suggestion. It was a mistake on both of their parts.
She released a resigned sigh. “If it wasn’t him, it would’ve been someone else.” A vision of Ledger scarfing down pancakes while sitting between his father and grandfather suddenly hit her. It had warmed her heart but also scared the shit out of her. Now that Zeke’s father knew about Ledger, there was no turning back. Her control over the situation was quickly slipping from her fingers. “Ledger loved the pancakes, by the way.”
“Don’t know what Larry does to ‘em, but they fuckin’ rock.”
“It’s all Ledger has been talking about.” Along with you and your father. But Zeke didn’t need to know that just yet. “My pancakes will never live up to those.” She paused. “What did your dad say after we left?”
“Wants to spend more time with Ledger. Just a warnin’, my mother called me last night. She wants to meet Ledger as soon as possible.”
No surprise. But… “I’m not sure I’m ready to—”
“She was both disappointed and fuckin’ excited. Disappointed she missed out on his first three years and excited to be a grandmother. She’s already trying to figure out what Ledger should call her.”
Damn it. He was purposely pulling on her heartstrings. Especially since his mother, Sophie, had never been anything but warm and welcoming to her. “And did you tell her—”
“Told her that ‘grandma’ would work. She disagreed since she said she ain’t old enough to be a grandmother.”
She wasn’t? “Isn’t she in her sixties?”
“Yeah. But she don’t look it. Kinda fucked up to say my mom’s still hot, but she’s still rockin’ it.”
“She’s lucky you didn’t make her a grandmother when she was a lot younger. But Zeke, I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I don’t want to rush this and confuse him. He doesn’t even know you’re his father yet.”
“‘Bout that.”
She groaned. “It’s not up to you, Zeke.”
“Bullshit,” he growled.
“I told you I wanted to do this the right way.” At least the way she considered right.
“The right way woulda been you not runnin’ the fuck away and hidin’ him from me for the past three fuckin’ years, Ky.”
Kyra closed her eyes and gripped her phone so hard, pain shot through her fingers. “We’ve already talked about that. Anyway, why are you calling, Zeke?”
“Wanted to talk to you.”
“Well, we talked. Now we’re done and I need to go to sleep. I have an early shift tomorrow.”
“How’d it happen?”
She blinked up at the dark ceiling. How’d it happen? “Do you mean how’d I get pregnant?”
He grunted out a, “Yeah.”
“Well, you see, men have this appendage called a penis, and when he gets excited, it—”
He huffed out a breath. “Forgot how much of a fuckin’ smart ass you can be.”