Stung by Stealth: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #3 (10 page)

As we pull into the clubhouse, after our fucked up defeated plans with Gunner and the Silver Syndicate, I can’t help but notice an out of place black 4WD parked in the compound. Parking my Hog, I slide off and walk with Lookout toward the clubrooms as Behemoth rushes toward us.

“What the fuck is up with you, motherfucker?” Lookout asks with a chuckle as Behemoth puffs out of breath.

He furrows his brows like he’s concerned and chews on his bottom lip before talking, “Lookout… Nikita is here… looking for you.”

Lookout jolts his head back in surprise, and his chest starts to heave as he turns staring at me in just as much shock as I am in right now. She hasn’t been here for a while and I don’t really know her full story. All I know is that her son Jackson went to Willow’s child care centre, and I’m pretty sure my brothers did a job for her. What kind of job, who fucking knows, but I do know it’s the kind you don’t talk about outside of the club.

Lookout turns storming off toward the clubhouse. I follow behind in quick succession. He’s a man on a mission, as I pace behind him trying to keep up with his large gate. Once inside, I turn toward the bar to see Crash behind it with a kid, and he’s attempting to teach him how to pour a beer while he stands on a stool. Nikita is watching and giggling shaking her head.

Lookout pauses just staring at her. I think I see him exhale slightly, as a look of awe washes over his face, but as quickly as it was there it washes away and a sternness is soon replaced. He storms up to Niki as she turns finally noticing him. A smile lights up her entire face when she spots Lookout and her eyes begin to sparkle. She really is drop dead gorgeous.

“Lookout, it’s nice to see you again.”

He smiles and exhales. “It’s fucken amazing to see you again, but ah…” he tilts his head to the side, “…who’s the kid?”

She smiles and exhales. “That’s Jackson… my son.”

Lookout frowns and watches the kid who’s chuckling as he pours another beer. There’s already three lined up on the bar. “Your kid is fucken here?”

“I’m fuckin’ here, and I’m fuckin’ pouring cordial,” Jackson states as Lookout’s head snaps toward the kid. His mum shakes her head as Crash fist bumps him.

“Jackson, be polite,” Nikita berates and Jackson smiles.

“Sorry Mama.”

“Your kid motherfucken swears?” Lookout asks with a smirk on his face like he’s super impressed.

She nods her head trying to hide her smirk. “Like a trooper. Learned from his father, then carried it on from Steel.”

“Is Steel here, Mama? I wanna ride on his fricking bike,” Jackson asks and I can’t help but chuckle.

“I’m not sure, baby.”

Lookout frowns. “Steel’s not here, little man. But if your mama lets you, I can take you for a fucken ride later?” Lookout asks and I raise my eyebrow in surprise.

“Really? Can I go, Mama? Can I ride his fuckin’ bike?”

“I don’t know, baby. You’re so little. Maybe when you turn five.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Jackson murmurs.

I can’t hold in my laugh as he folds his arms over his chest in annoyance and pouts angrily.

“Anyway, why the fuck you here Niki? Not that I mind, though,” Lookout asks.

She exhales and looks at Jackson and then to Lookout. “Is there someone who can watch Jackson while we talk? I don’t want him to hear?”

Lookout rubs the back of his neck and then turns to me. “Yeah Stealth, he has motherfucken kids. You can watch him, right?”

I go to talk, but before I can open my mouth, Lookout slaps my shoulder. “Thanks, brother,” and walks off with Niki.

Shit!

He’s right. I can do this. “So Jackson, you’re four?” I ask. He climbs up from the stool, on top of the bar and sits down on the bench.

Nodding his head, he looks at me and smiles. “Yup, I’ll be five soon. That means I can go to school and get learning.”

Laughing, I nod. “Sure does. You excited about going to school?”

“Nup, I just wanna be a biker and ride bikes and shit.”

Furrowing my brows, I take a deep breath. “Why do you love the bikers so much?”

He smiles and sits up taller. “‘Cause Steel helped Mama and me. He made the bad stop and we’re happier now. So bikers are fricking good.”

Wondering what that means, I lean in closer. “What was the bad, Jackson?”

He shakes his head. “Mama says I’m not allowed to talk about it. It’s a fuckin’ secret.”

Taking a deep breath, I nod my head. “Well, are you happier now?”

He nods and smiles bouncing up and down on the spot. “Yep, me and Mama are all good,” he nods his head, “…we just need a dad to fill the spot. Like Steel. I want him as my dad. He’s so freaking cool.”

I nod. “Yeah, he is cool. But Lookout is cool, too.”

“Was that that big chocolate man Mama was talking too?”

Smiling, I chuckle slightly. “Chocolate man?”

“Yeah, Mama says we’re made of chocolate. He looks like us. So he’s a chocolate man, too. Right?”

I nod and smile. “Yeah buddy, he’s made of chocolate, too.”

“Then yeah, he’s cool. He talks funny, though.”

Chuckling, I nod. “Oh, you have no idea kid, no idea.”

Jackson purses his lips and tilts his head in confusion, as I grab one of the beers he poured and take a sip. He grabs one too and goes to take a sip, but I quickly pull the stein away from him.

“I think you need to wait a few more years to drink that, buddy.”

“But you can drink the cordial?”

“It’s not cordial Jackson, it’s beer.”

He opens his eyes wide and his mouth drops open. “It’s not fuckin’ cordial?”

Laughing, I shake my head. He shoves his finger in a glass and swirls the foam around. “I guess it doesn’t look like cordial… I need to pee.”

Smirking, I chuckle slightly at the sudden change in conversation, and I nod my head as I stand up. “Okay buddy, arms up.”

He puts his arms out and I lift him from the bar and grab his hand. As we walk, he skips along and a sharp pain rips through my chest as I think of Logan and Lucas. They’re only a year younger than Jackson, and I’m missing out on so much of my boys growing up. Not to mention my baby girl Molly. I haven’t even seen her yet.
I’m a terrible father.

“I really gotta fuckin’ go!” Jackson insists crossing his legs together as he walks breaking me from my thoughts.

I nod and lean down picking him up and move quickly to the bathroom. Opening the door, I put him down. He runs inside and straight to the urinal, I close the door letting him do his thing. He’s old enough to know what to do. Turning, I lean my back up against the wall and smack my head against the plasterboard. I feel like crap. I should make an effort to see my kids. I miss them. But this life is dangerous, and if I go to them, I could put them in all sorts of trouble. No, I’m better off staying away. For their sake.

Skye glides down the hall and spots me.

“Hey handsome, you okay?”

Sighing, I shake my head. “Nope.”

She frowns and grabs my hands facing me. “What’s wrong?”

I don’t even know where to start. How about—
I’m infiltrating your clubhouse, and I have to take down the brother’s I’ve grown to love. I miss my kids and wife, and yet somehow I feel like I’m falling for you too, which is only making things harder. I don’t want to betray anyone and yet I feel like, in the end, I’m going to betray everyone. Yeah, how do I explain that?

“I miss my kids,” I choose to tell her instead.

She nods and presses her forehead against mine. “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

I shrug. “Make my kids appear out of thin air?”

She giggles and nods. “Your wish is my command.”

The bathroom door opens and Jackson walks out. “I’m here.”

Skye backs up and her mouth drops open. “Please tell me that’s not one of yours? ‘Cause if it is, I swear to God I didn’t conjure him up.”

Throwing my head back laughing at the sheer awesome timing of that, I shake my head. “No gorgeous, this is Jackson. He’s Nikita’s kid. I’m watching him for her while she talks to Lookout.”

She slumps her body and nods taking a deep breath. “Oh thank God, ‘cause I thought for a second there that I was doing something I didn’t know I could. You know, super-powers and all that.”

Smiling, I pull her to me and kiss her forehead. “God you’re cute. No, that was just impeccable timing.”

“So I get the whole missing your kids thing now. When you’re finished babysitting, if you want to talk I’m here. I’m always here.”

Smiling at her, I nod. “Thank you, that means a lot.”

“Are you two married?” Jackson asks.

Skye giggles and I raise an eyebrow.

“Um… no, little man. Why do you think that?”

“Because you look like you should be married, and have a gazillion fuckin’ kids and name them all Jackson the Exterminator!”

Laughing, I shake my head. “The Exterminator?”

He nods his head. “Yep, it’s a big word. Mama says I should learn big words for school so I can be fuckin’ smart like the other kids.”

“Well, I think that classifies as a big word. You’re very smart, Jackson,” Skye says running her hand through his hair.

He smiles at her and nods. “She’s a fricking keeper, Stealth,” he says and begins to walk off.

Shaking my head, I look at Skye, who’s smirking. “He’s got a mouth on him,” she says.

“Tell me about it, the kid’s a crack up… I’ll talk to you later, little miss keeper?”

She smiles and nods. “It’s a date.”

Leaning in, I kiss her lips forcefully grabbing the back of her head holding her to me. My tongue collides with hers and the taste of cherry invades my senses. She really is a delight to devour.

Pulling back, she smiles at me and I inhale a deep breath just taking her in. She truly is luscious.

“You better go after him.”

Breaking my gaze from her, I watch Jackson toddling off into the clubroom. I nod. “Shit! Yeah. Thanks. Later?”

She nods and I step past her and up to Jackson, grabbing his hand and walking with him back out to the clubroom. He looks up at me and smiles.

“So this place is pretty fuckin’ cool, hey?”

“Yeah, it is, but you know what? You should aim to be something better when you grow up. You can be anything you want… like a tradesman, a doctor, a lawyer—”

He shakes his head. “No, I wanna be a biker, just like you and Steel.”

Walking us over to the bean bag sofa, I sit down and he jumps up onto it next to me making the sofa shift up and down dramatically. “Is there anything else you’d like to be?”

He nods emphatically and relief washes over me. “Okay, like what?”

“A rock star.”

My relief is short lived. “Right, anything else? What about a fireman?”

He shakes his head. “No, fire is scary.”

“What about a policeman?”

He shakes his head. “No, police and bikers are not friends, you should fuckin’ know that you Wally!”

Laughing, I nod my head. “Sometimes they get along.”

He shakes his head again. “Nuh-uh… police are the bad guys and bikers are the good guys.”

Wow!

“Jackson, you ready to go sweetheart?” Niki’s voice echoes from the other side of the room.

He jumps up off the beanbag sofa, and I stand up walking with him over to her and Lookout.

“Can I have some cordial before we go, Mama?” he calls out and I chuckle.

“I don’t think they have any, baby.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

“Jackson, stop it!” Niki berates. He stands there and folds his arms over his chest.

“It was nice to meet you, little motherfucker,” Lookout says, putting his fist out to bump with Jackson.

“You too, big chocolate motherfucker,” Jackson replies making me laugh loudly. Lookout furrows his brows, and Niki shakes her head rolling her eyes. She really has absolutely no control over him.

“I’ll talk to you soon, Lookout. Thanks for your advice.” Niki leans in kissing Lookout on the cheek, and he smiles as she grabs Jackson by the shoulders and leads him out of the building.

I watch Lookout staring at Niki’s arse as she leaves. Shaking my head, I punch his arm and he turns to me glaring.

“What the fuck was that for motherfucker?”

“What did she want?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “Her baby daddy went…
missing
. Now his mother is asking questions. She wanted to know what to do.”

Nodding, I completely understand. The club took care of Jackson’s dad. He was obviously a bad man, and Jackson seems a lot happier without him. So this little bit of information will be kept in the vault. I’m not telling Sentinel, he’ll report it, and if Niki and Jackson are better off, then that’s a good thing in my eyes.

“Okay… Jackson’s a cool kid.”