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Gritting my teeth, I draw in a deep breath and will my patience to return.
“Well, we work closely with Bikers Against Child Abuse. It’s an organization that helps kids like yours. I don’t know when I’ll get word to my club, but when I do, I can have someone reach out to B.A.C.A. There is a charter in Staten Island and they’d probably send one of their guys here to talk to you. You would need to tell them the situation and they’ll arrange to be with Connor. He won’t have to be afraid to testify against that motherfucker and they’ll help get him out of there.”
Silently, he stares at me and the scowl slowly fades from his face.
“Why?”
“Why, what?”
“Why would you offer to help me? You don’t know me, and I’ve been nothing but a fuck since you entered this cell.”
“Consider it a thank you,” I tell him as I shrug my shoulders. “You might be a motherfucker, Bishop, but you taught me a lesson.”
He looks at me baffled.
“What lesson might that be?”
Crossing my arms, I cock my head to the side.
“I’ve been having a hard time since I found out I’m going to be a father. Been letting my demons get the best of me, but looking at you and hearing your story, I realize I don’t got to be worthy of shit to be a good dad. All I gotta do is try to never give up on my kid.”
“Petra!”
At the sound of my name, I turn. A guard I’ve never seen before stands before the bars and slowly slides them open.
“Let’s go,” he says, smacking a nightstick into the palm of his hand.
“Go where?” I question as I lift my eyes from the offensive object in his hands. A sinister smile spreads across his thin lips before he answers.
“Church.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Lacey
There wasno time for me to fall into a depression after I left the doctor. I picked up Danny and brought him back to my house. I fixed him a snack as he did his homework and listened to him go on about his day. My little brother was the perfect distraction and quickly becoming the best medicine. A little while later my father called, announcing Reina was asking for Danny.
Twenty minutes later my father arrived, and my brother’s eyes lit up when he shared the news that he was taking him to see Reina. He hurried up the stairs to get the drawings he had made for her, leaving me and my dad alone in the kitchen.
“I take it since you’re bringing Danny to the hospital, things are looking up for Reina?” I question, trying to hide the bitternessinmy tone. It’s not that I don’t want Reina to regain her memory. It’s just I’m afraid of what happens when I’m not needed anymore. Looking after Danny has been my saving grace, the one thing that forces me to keep it together. The days I don’t have him are the days I fall apart and lose myself to my mind.
“We had a good morning. Made some progress, and she wants to see him,” my dad says. I can feel the intensity of his dark eyes as he pulls out a chair and I can’t help but wonder if he sees right through me.
Straddling the back, he falls into the seat and narrows his eyes on me.
“I’m sorry I’ve been MIA the last few days.”
“It’s fine,” I reply with a shrug. “It was easier to bring Danny home with me than travel back and forth to Brooklyn. If you don’t mind, I’d like him to stay with me until Reina comes home from the hospital and you two settle in.”
“Whatever works for you,” he replies evenly. “I’m feeling better too so I can take him at night. Give you a break.”
“I don’t need a break and I kind of like the company,” I tell him, finally meeting his worried gaze.
“I spoke to Schwartz,” he reveals, reminding me I haven’t spoken to him since before Blackie was arraigned. To be fair, there was really no point. Until now, I’m not even sure my father has given much thought to my husband’s situation.
“He told me what happened at the arraignment,” he continues, and I quickly jolt from my seat at the kitchen table. I’m not about to listen to him go on about the tantrum I threw. Not when the man has been losing his mind himself.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I snap, making my way towards the sink. Bracing my hands against the counter, I bow my head.
