Chapter 202

Harley

“Is he okay?” I ask as I bust through the doors of the clubhouse.

The call I received was one of the scariest of my life. Not knowing how bad he was hurt and, at the same time, knowing there was nothing I could do for him.

“He’s okay,” Gramps says as he catches me before I go further into the clubhouse. “Physically and emotionally, he’s hurting. He had a fistfight with his dad. No matter how much they don’t like each other, that’s still a big mindfuck. I, of all people, know that. He’s going to need you to be there for him right now, but not ask him a bunch of questions. Can you do that push pop? Can you be what he needs and not demand answers he can’t give?”

As much as I want to be annoyed at him for asking this of me, I know he’s doing it for my own good. “I can, but I need to see him first.”

He holds me tighter. “Make sure you can, because you don’t get to do this twice. He needs you. This isn’t about you, it’s about him.”