Page 76 of Riding the Edge
“For fuck’s sake—”
“I’m not here to bust your chops,” he interrupts. “I’m just going to remind you what you told me.”
“Oh, yeah, what’s that?” I question, knowing I’m probably going to regret it.
“No glove, no love,” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Fucking kid.
A ball buster just like his old man.
Shaking my head, I give him the same response he gave me when the roles were reversed—I flip him the finger and walk out the door. As I make my way towards the elevator, I reach into my back pocket for my phone and call Jack. It’s time to take back my patch and welcome my boy into the fold.
Some of us find our heart in a woman.
Others find our purpose in our kids.
